ENDLESS HALLWAY
CHAPTER 63: ONE QUESTION WITHOUT AN ANSWER

The bench is empty...!!!

In vain Sigit continued to stare at the door of the class because of course his best friend would never come. In vain he tried to deceive himself by assuming that reality was part of a dream. But when he woke up, when the eyes were opened, the dream did not end.

On his stool, Sigit sat staring like an unconscious person. Falling in a dream that will not end. From today he will sit alone. Irfan's gone, never to be found despite how hard Sigit's looking.

Stay in memories...!

Only in memory...!

All the laughter and fighting, all the jokes and silly fad. All stories and secrets. All support and understanding. Until this sadness is finally gone and this emptiness gradually heals.

Sigit clenched his jaws tightly. Trying hard to keep the pain and tightness in his chest from bursting out.

"Gue sit here huh, Git?" Vishnu was suddenly at the side of the table. Sigit looked up in surprise. "Gue sit here, huh?" Vishnu repeated his request.

Sigit instantly refused...!!!

"No... Nay! Let this bench be empty!"

For a moment Vishnu looked at Sigit, then returned to his own stool without saying anything more. He does not try to force. And so do the other classmates. They let Sigit sink into his grief. Because, even though the taste was also experienced by the entire class, Sigit felt it much more concentrated and deeper. Because he and Irfan had been together since they met in the first year of First High School.

Toward the bell of the first lesson rang, Sigit actually left the class. Not a single one of his friends tried to get in the way. But before he left, he ordered. "Gue asks no one to sit on Irfan's stool!" said cold. With a stiff face and both jaws hardened, he stepped out of the classroom, towards the remains of the old building that was still standing. Sigit then entered one of the rooms.

He saw the room that had once been the classroom. Now this room is empty, dusty, deserted, and abandoned. But in the past this room must be full of students who have now graduated from alumni and either scattered anywhere.

There must be a lot of memories in this room. Belongs to those alumnus.

How many of them have ever been caught cheating in this room?

How many have been angry with the teacher?

How many have ever had a crush on their own classmates?

How ridiculous are they ever doing?

How boisterous and frenetic was the commotion they had once created?

And the memory Irfan left in this room was the first day that the boy was forced to bring food to school. Lontong and bakwan shrimp are removed from the waist bag while promoting, that the title is indeed bakwan, folk food, but the taste and quality of star hotel standards.

So, even though the two of them could not serve in the cafeteria and were forced to return to the time of Taman Kanak carrying provisions from the house was not at all a tragic or sad condition.

A smile appeared in Sigit's sad eyes. But the memories then made him unable to anymore

resisting pain. As it was impossible to shout, Sigit finally let go of his tightness by punching the wall, then kicking hard at the broken table and chair stacked on one side of the room.

The kick caused the top-stacked chair to fall. One of the legs of the chair that had been broken was immediately broken. Sigit grabbed the kusri and broke his other three legs. The slamming of the broken legs of the chair was firmly to the floor.

The man went berserk out of consciousness, and only stopped after being completely tired and both his legs and hands hurt. His body then decays. Falling on the floor. No matter the amount of dust and dirt.

Where did the dead go? his heart sizzled. Ask without answer. Or it could have so many answers. Until finally it is free to ask. Because it will only be confusing until it ends up with again without an answer.

Sigit's head was bowed in with great difficulty he gulped. The cry that was desperately being held made his throat hurt. Tired, he leaned his body and head against the wall. Slowly both eyes closed.

In the darkness, he forced his heart to stop asking where the dead had gone. But it failed, because a series of new questions then emerged.

Do they not, those who have "Gone" also feel the same pain?

Do they also remember and retain all their memories?

The last smiles they left behind. Last hug. Last laugh. Conversation, quarrel, anger, sadness. Joking and crying.

Were they also trying to penetrate that severed part?

Trying to get back to the people they love. Trying talk. Just like the people who are still alive, who they left behind, trying to keep "Finding" and "Reviving" those who have left. By all means.

Other unanswered questions, which shed their tears, eventually caused Sigit to fall asleep.

The same question also pressed down on Cevin's chest before Irfan was buried. When the body of the brother who was stretched stiff and silent in the coffin it could still be stared at. Can still be touched and touched. When she was tired of crying. When it had stopped all hysteria and crazy reactions. That question also arises.

Where did the souls that escaped from the body go?

One question without an answer.

***

Irfan's death was announced by Cevin's school with a loudspeaker. But because only one day together in one class, not so familiar with each other, only a handful of classmates Cevin came to serve. Balqis is not coming. Had the anger in Cevin's heart until late at night, the girl was not even visible. Even the next day, when Irfan was buried, Balqis still did not come.

"He killed my brother, and he didn't come!" hissing's beaver. "I'm not fucking damn you girl!" Sigit, who was sitting next to him, patted Cevin's shoulder slowly.

"Balqis doesn't know Irfan" he whispered. "So you can't blame him." Sigit.

"Said that it was an acquaintance?" Ask Cevin.

"A long time ago. I'm not sure Balqis is still snot." Answer Sigit.

Two days later, when Cevin returned to school, the classmates who did not come to serve one by one came to Cevin to offer condolences. When Balqis came to him, Cevin's facial features involuntarily hardened. He is still angry because the girl did not come to see Irfan last time, before his body was united with the earth.

Balqis, who can see Cevin's anger clearly, guiltily explains why he didn't come.

"I'm sorry, not that I don't want to come. But the friends I asked did not know your home address. I've hp lo phone many times, but it's not active." Balqis Reason.

Cevin's anger is a little pervasive. Lazy to answer the questions surrounding Irfan's death, Cevin turned off his phone, even this morning.

"Let's go home to school. Want, huh?" tanyakanya. Cevin hastily reconnected his sentence seeing Balqis hesitate. "Just a minute. I'll be back anter." Cevin.

Balqis is not until the heart refuses. Although in his heart he was confused, why only he asked Cevin to go to his house. The other classmates were not.

Along the way, silence dominated inside the taxi. Balqis felt awkward, also confused. While Cevin was deep in his own thoughts. He did not forget the girl sitting next to him. I just don't want to talk to him at all.

Irfan died on the highway because of this girl. Everyone says it's a tragic fate. But for Cevin, it wasn't tragic at all. But ridiculous! In vain!

Because his house was still a bit rame with the arrival of his brothers and neighbors, Cevin took Balqis to the side porch.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Cevin. His voice remained cold.

"What aja. It's okay, too" replied Balqis quietly. Cevin walked inside. Before long he appeared with a glass of cold syrup and a framed photo.

"This is my brother, who died two days ago." Cevin held out a photo of Irfan. Balqis accepted it, again confused.

"The incident turned out to be on the highway in front of my home alley," said Balqis slowly. "Gue didn't expect it to be your sister. Many of my neighbors came out, onto the street. But I don't dare." Balqis.

"He died at the scene" Cevin said in a tone that suddenly became fat. A sense of wanting to blame Balqis for the incident re-emerged.

Balqis was confused as to how. Finally he looked down, looking at Irfan's photo. Seeing that, Cevin's anger evaporated. Replacing with curiosity. With a sharp look, he noticed the bowed face of Balqis.

"Sister lo does not look like elo, Vin," said Balqis while returning the photo with a hasty movement. It'sit's nothing. My hair is goosebumps.

Cevin's brother, from his photo, obviously his person is really fun. I think it's funny and likes fun. Recalcitrant eyes. But he is dead…!!! After all I do not know, Balqis said inwardly.

Cevin receives a photo of Irfan that Balqis has extended. His feelings were mixed to find the fact that Balqis did not know Irfan.

"He looks like my sister, Queena. Between the three of us, I'm the only one with a different face." Cevin.

"Ooh." Balqis. Then with a bad feeling, he implored himself.

"Mmm. I say yes, Vin. It's okay, it doesn't have to be delivered. I can go home by myself." Cevin shook his head firmly.

"So I promised you I'd go home, right? I'll change my clothes first." Cevin.

As soon as Cevin disappeared inside, Balqis took a deep breath. Outside of the sorrowful atmosphere in this house, he felt that there was another atmosphere. Strange one, different one.

Before long Cevin returned, already changed with T-shirts and jeans. But that is not what makes Balqis feel the existence of a strange atmosphere. But a bouquet of flowers in Cevin's hand, as well as his dark expression.