ENDLESS HALLWAY
CHAPTER 62: SOMETHING

Funnily enough, even though he was sure that his appearance was okay and cool in new jerseys and jeans, it was still on the day "Y" Irfan lost that confidence. He continued to dwell in front of the mirror for a long time to get that belief back.

After that, he brushed his hair again. And long time. Lastly, he wears shoes. Irfan pulled out his sneakers from under the bed. Cevin was amazed, because his brother's sneakers that are usually dirty are now bling-bling. Surely Irfan brushed it until half-deadly, muttered Cevin.

After the hair is okay, the clothes are okay, the shoes are okay, the next is perfume. Irfan sprayed his favorite perfume. The smell filled the room. Finally, all the preparations are done. Irfan stared at the reflection of himself in the mirror for the last time.

"Sip. Okay," he's satisfied. With a long breath. So relieved.

"Finally!" Cevin breathed a sigh of relief. "Just I'm tired of it."

Irfan looked at his sister in the mirror and grinned.

"Ntar if you have a crush on a girl for the first time, you will also like me gini. So not sane. Cuneiform!" Irfan.

"Not going to!" cevin is sure.

"Between!" irfan said back, more sure.

The last event before leaving, Irfan pamphit the whole house. In addition, he also asked for a prayer of blessing. Again out of habit. Usually Irfan would go straight to the door, turn his head and wave the sabil exclaiming, "Depart ya! Bye, everyone." this time Irfan was really alone. Even Queena he pamiti and ask for blessing.

"Mas Irfan go first yes, Queen. Doain Mas good luck, huh?" Irfan.

"What success?" ask Queena confused.

"Just be successful." Irfan.

"Yes. Good luck," replied Queena lazily, for she really did not understand. After all, for Queena, Irfan's business is not important.

Irfan reached into one of his trouser pockets, then took out a sheet of five thousand.

"Now, make a snack." Irfan handed the money over to Queena. He gave the money to Queen. The eyes of his youngest sister who was still sitting in the third grade of Elementary School were twinkling. Queena immediately repeated her prayer. This time with a lot of spirit. "Hopefully, yes, Mas Irfan!" He embraced the brother with both hands, then gave him chips.

Irfan grinned amusedly. He welcomed the kiss and the hug. Cevin watched the scene as well with an amused smile. However, there was a sense of haru that later appeared. What happened before her eyes was beautiful. Makes the chest feel warm.

After that Irfan said goodbye to Bi Puji, of course, plus asked for his blessing. Their mother, who usually had come home from work during school hours, the tumbens this time home in the afternoon. He called Irfan, was also observed and asked for prayers. If this is really important. Mother's prayers are usually effective.

"What's the success, Fan?" ask her astonished.

"Yes, Irfan was a success, Mah." Irfan wouldn't explain. He just laughed embarrassedly.

"Yes. Success yes," said his mama while smiling amusedly across there. He could hear the shy laughter of his son. In addition, he secretly followed the development of his eldest son lately.

"Thank you very much, Mah." Reply Irfan.

Not long ago Irfan hung up the phone, heard a horn. Taxis are coming. He soon approached the only person who had not been observed at home. Cevins. He hugged his brother tightly. Cevin's body stiffened, because he didn't think at all. But then he returned his brother's embrace.

"Thanks very much, Vin. Doain I'm successful, huh?" Irfan.

"Sort of." Reply Cevin.

Irfan stepped out of the house. Before he was lost behind the fence, he turned his head, smiled and waved at his two younger siblings who let go.

Sigit opened the back door of the taxi to Irfan. With a smile, Sigit let his best friend go up.

"Please" he said solemnly.

"thank you. Thank you," Irfan answered solemnly anyway. Sigit laughed amusedly.

Sigit sat in front, next to the driver, because the bouquet they would later take would certainly spend the rest of the space in the back seat.

After taking a bouquet of flowers, along the way can be said Irfan barely make a sound. He was busy fidgeting. Busy nervous. Busy breathing out. Busy biting lips. Busy looking out the window. And busy holding the bouquet of flowers so as not to be damaged by the shock of the taxi. Sigit, who occasionally looked at him through the deep rearview mirror, so smiled amusedly. Until they finally reached their destination.

The taxi stopped on the road. Irfan did not move. Stay in his place. Just stare straight across the street, down one small street there, where his long, emotionally draining wait will come to an end. With acceptance or rejection.

Because Irfan remained also immobile, Sigit finally got off the taxi first. Slowly open the door next to Irfan.

Irfan. He nodded, then took a deep breath and exhaled strongly. Carefully extended the bouquet of flowers that had been held to Sigit. Unknowingly, Sigit also received it very carefully. Then Irfan got off the taxi.

"What's my hair? Not a mess, is it?" ask Irfan worried.

"No," Sigit shook his head. "Lagian lo even cooler if your hair is messy."

"The back of my shirt is scuffed, isn't it?" Ask Irfan to make sure.

"No. How can you be chafed if you sit down and do not push into the seat? Busy with flowers. Just calm. Your appearance is okay. If I were a girl, I would have had a crush on you!" sigit really meant it.

Irfan laughed loudly without a sound. One shoulder Sigit.

"Thanks is great, Git," he said, with sincerity clearly visible in his voice and the way he looked at his best friend.

Sigit became moved...!!!

"It’s okay," Sigit smiled widely. Handed the bouquet of flowers to Irfan, then replace the pat on the shoulder of his best friend.

"Hopefully successful. I want to see you happy." Say Sigit.

For a moment they looked. Then Irfan turned back and walked away with a big smile and waved his hand.

"Good luck!" exclamation Sigit.

Irfan looked back, smiling widely. Then he thumbs his left thumb. Sigit. He held both thumbs up. With a smile, continued to look at Irfan's body away.

I could feel the nervousness of his best friend.

Her anxiety...!!!

The anxiety...!!!

Her fear...!!!

The whole culminated in this day, after such a long wait, that Sigit could not feel, that it would not be much longer.

It won't be long…!!!

All that sense had eliminated Irfan's concentration and alertness to anything around him. Focusing on the goal, he was completely immersed in all the flavors that had surrounded him for so long.

No matter what else. He did not feel "Something" coming. Not even Sigit. Who still accompanied Irfan with eyes. It didn't feel like "Something" was moving any closer.

Neither did the sedan driver, who took advantage of the road's slowness by directly increasing speed. It was not at all expected that someone would just appear from among the cars parked on the side of the road. A person who was busy carrying a large bouquet of flowers then crossed over without looking left and right.

And the "Something" then does its job. The brakes squeaked in vain!

Everyone could hear the loud noise. Metal that collides with flesh and bone. Just a few seconds. There's nothing to do. People can only be snapped.

Enchanted...!!!

Stare with wide eyes and mouth open. The body collapsed. Without a single sound. Blood flowing. The bouquet of flowers slipped out of hand. Thrown. Stripping the road asphalt hard. Rebah and. broken!

But one bud was left behind. Clasped tightly in Irfan's fingers. White rose. Color without color, until all kinds of desired colors can be dreamed.

Sigit ran like an equilibrium. Shortly before Irfan's body hit the hard asphalt road, he grabbed the body and hugged it firmly.

But no matter how strong a hug, it could not hinder death.

Sigit sat down in the middle of the road, with Irfan in an embrace. The pair of eyes that had been staring at him with anxiety but were so alive in the flames of spirit and hope, had now closed.

"Something" it has finished doing its job...!!!