ENDLESS HALLWAY
CHAPTER 69: FOREIGN FEELINGS

The next morning, while preparing to go to school, Balqis continued to think about last night. When she finally opened the door, ready to go to school, she made a decision.

"Cuekin is Cevin. Than I'm afraid of sarap!"

Despite that, learning from yesterday's experience, Balqis has prepared a precautionary measure. All the Homework for today he has done. So Cevin can no longer say, "Homework is done at home, not at school. Why are you at the Semalem house?"

Balqis has also prepared additional precautionary measures, just in case the first step does not work. He deliberately went to school in a really bad time. Which is about to arrive at school already want a bell.

"If it takes less than a minute from the bell. So people don't have a chance to say a word" he said, talking to himself as he walked at a fast pace to the bus stop.

As a result of leaving too tight, the clock has shown seven or less five when the bus he was riding reached the destination. Trouble Balqis rattled among passengers who clenched the bus stomach, risked leaving for the afternoon, and tried to reach the bus door as quickly as possible.

Once he reached the door, Balqis jumped down and ran as fast as she could to school. The girl reached the doorstep of the classroom in a state of sweat bath and gasping breath. And just as he had expected, time had already shown seven hours to less than a minute!

While breathing in, Balqis quickly walked to his stool and immediately threw his body there. Dingy. In addition to running, while on the bus he also continued to stand, unable to sit.

"New at this hour!?" Cevin greeted Balqis with a stern rebuke. "Lo suppose you can, learn in such a state of aridity? Must have been from the stop here running. Aye, right? What time do you leave home? Tomorrow morning dong!" Omel Cevin's.

Balqis...!!!

Her lips until she gawked. "Gue has done Homework at home" she reported. As a result of that acceptance, Balqis suddenly became plain and bego.

"Good!" said Cevin briefly.

Shortly thereafter Balqis regained consciousness. Why do I also report to him if you already know Homework, huh? his hissing in heart. What's the business? I'd like to come by at what time of the cake, it's up to me, right?

But just now Balqis opened her mouth, wanted to go back furiously, the bell in was ringing. The girl had to clench her mouth. In his heart he was determined, later the first hour of rest he would reply. But that new determination lasted only ten minutes. Balqis immediately recalled his initial determination that he had decided when he left school, Cuekin, the Cevin!

Then he decided inwardly, this time with unanimous intention. Yes, just cuekin! If not, it looks like a long affair. Now, as long as the problem is still really dark and their status is still a new friend, they have been snapping really bad until now. How later? Oh, serem! Balqis shuddered involuntarily.

"Why?" whispered Cevin sharp. Balqis daydream was clearly caught by him, because the whole class is currently busy taking notes and only Balqis is busy biting the tip of his pen. Seriously anyway.

"Knowledge is not real, can abis lo diomelin..," aim Cevin again. The type of whisper that is a minimalist volume of the beat.

Balqis pout...!!!

But not trying to argue. Thate. Serving a crazy person when the class is quiet this means he is just as crazy.

With a satisfied smile held back, Cevin glanced at the girl next to him. Balqis noted with pouting lips forward a few inches. Cevin became excited to wait for the first break. Because he was sure, their quarrel would continue. So it could be snapped and scolded by Balqis like yesterday. But this time, he did not want their quarrel to be too open. No need to be too excited. What matters is that he can make his heart feel relieved. Satisfied...!!! No matter, even if it's just for a moment.

Cevin doesn't know Balqis doesn't want to fight anymore. At all. Therefore, when the first break bell rang and Cevin immediately changed his sitting position so that the bandar faced him, Balqis already knew the guy would want to nag again. And the guess is one hundred percent right!

"Lo doesn't have a work, does he? How late was it!?" Cevin Pacing.

Balqis was instantly grateful. Although the intonation of Cevin's voice was high, its volume was not at all high. So it does not invite the attention of classmates. And according to his determination, Balqis chose silence. Actually he wanted to immediately run to the cafeteria, but Ranti had the same business as the next class.

"It's certain you don't eat breakfast" continued Cevin. Stay with a piercing tone.

Balqis remained silent. Put the textbooks on the table into his bag. Cevin doesn't care about Balqis' silence. It was precisely a feeling of pleasure that Balqis did not refute his words.

"Emang can yes, learn in the condition of a lager stomach and dry body? I guarantee you not!" Cevin.

Balqis couldn't take it anymore, but still didn't want to open her mouth. And Cevin kept on going. The guy's getting happy. Without realizing it, the feeling of pleasure arises because he is in a state of righteousness can forget his sadness, not because he was scolding Balqis.

"Lo woke up late because of playing Homework, huh?" cevin said again, then laughed amusedly. "Gue doesn't know which one. Lo came not late but so until the school directly nyontek Homework, or lo ngerjain Homework at home but so dateng late...," Cevin was silent for a moment, but, then continue the sentence with a sharp back tone. "I don't think both of them are!"

What an intention this guy nagging her! his sizzle Balqis in heart. Finally, he decided to leave quickly. Instead of patience, he broke his resolve and finally they snapped and shouted at each other like yesterday morning.

Balqis turned to Cevin with a sudden gesture, and Cevin's ferocious attitude suddenly disappeared. The man stared at the scene in front of him in great stature.

Balqis rolled both of his eyes!

That'sallthat's all…. Yes, that's all, but that's what Irfan wrote! That's what he left in the record!

Balqis stood up and ran outside the classroom. He paid no heed to the shocked expression on Cevin's face. Not caring about Cevin's condition that suddenly turned into a living statue.

Alone in a class that felt empty, suddenly Cevin felt in a strange place. The momentary relief he felt when scolding Balqis was now also gone. As the bell approaches, Cevin tries to provoke Balqis' anger. Trying to get the girl to respond to her every sharp word. But Balqis really carried out his resolve, completely ignoring Cevin and all his bait.

Balqis focused more on the guys sitting in the back. Which one is fun to be invited, which is meningan say hello doang. Today he also knew that the boys were fun.

Shortly before the second break ended, Vishnu, Agus, Rahmat and all the men who sat in the back row, the company hid the Indonesian notebook Bambang, which sat in the same row with Balqis.

"Isiseng aja," said Vishnu, the originator of the idea.

Balqis who had just returned from the cafeteria accidentally listened to Vishnu's words and was immediately interested.

Any lesson, if it's in the last two hours, always requires a stronger will. Stronger determination and more fervent spirit. It sounds hyperbolic, but it's true. The facts. You can ask all students who enter the morning home at noon, Middle School and High School. No one is guaranteed to be fresh in those hours. If there is, only a small part. Maybe in the previous lesson hours he managed to pull out, or managed to think without being discovered.

At half an hour in the afternoon, when the sun is hot, when the brain work has decreased sharply because of learning since seven in the morning, it is natural that Wisnu's idle intentions immediately received an enthusiastic reception. Can make a laugh at least grin wide for ten minutes before starting to learn again until exactly two o'clock noon is definitely the most beautiful gift.

Because it was still a break, the class was almost empty, Vishnu freely pulled out Bambang bag from the drawer and took out the Indonesian print book from there. He threw the book to Grace, who caught it swiftly and hid it in a drawer.

Bambang knew right away. As soon as he opened the bag to prepare the books and found the Indonesian print book missing, he could guess the person must be the children sitting on the bench in the back row. He just doesn't know for sure who did it. The man then stood up and went to his waist.

"Who wrote my book? Elo, Nu?" Bambang accused.

"Nooooooo!" Vishnu shook his head strongly.

"Elo, Gus?" bambang's view turned to Agus. Both of his eyes began to glare.

"Nooooooo!" Agus parroted Vishnu's answer, also while shaking his head strongly.

"Noooo!" not yet asked, Didik has answered. Her classmate, Grace, so amused guest.

Balqis who witnessed the course of the event from the beginning so giggled as well, while some of his other friends were unaware of the event. Bambang began to rouse...!!!

"Where's my book? Flip over! Miss Ernawati come back!" Bambang said.

"Who is reading your book? Do not accuse dong," said Rahmat. Until Miss Ernawati enters the room, no one will confess.

"My book, woi! The chunky! Miss Ernawati has come!" exclaim Bambang with a stifled voice.

Guys who sit in the back row that still no one wants to confess. They looked at Bambang with smiles. He even stuck out his tongue.

Bambang is getting upset. Finally the man threw his body onto his stool and called out loudly, just as Ms. Ernawati was about to open her mouth to ask her students to open the book.

"Your...! My book is collected the same kids behind!!!" Bambang.

The guys in the back row of the row were dumbfounded, then laughed wryly. The class laughed. All eyes stared at Bambang with interest.

"Toto the artisan! Don't be cemented!" exclaim Grace, also offset the behavior of Bambang who is like a Primary School child.

"Mom! My Grace is a madam, so it cannot be won!!!" Called Bambang again.

The class laughed again. But their laughter this time sounded different. Their eyes also looked at Bambang with a different highlight, slightly glaring. If confirmed, most of the students of the class so remember the time of the days of Primary School. Talk to the teacher because of books, ballpoints, or their other items hidden friends and no one claimed to have done.

"What the hell are you guys?" Ms. Ernawati looked back with a frown. "Kayak a Elementary School child. Return the Bambang book. We're gonna start a lesson. Don't waste time!" Continue Ms. Ernawati.

Rahmat took out Bambang's Indonesian printed book from her desk drawer. He passed the book to Didik, who then gave it to Bambang.

"Bambang ngadu!" said.

"Look, wee!" Bambang snatched his book from the hand of Didik and stuck out his tongue.

Balqis. He remembered his friends and his days in First High School. The incident made him feel relieved. Means the disaster he suffered was only one, my partner with Cevin. Others do not exist. Even like sitting in the back, with the prank boys, will make his days at school so exciting. Therefore after the Indonesian lesson was over and Miss Ernawati walked outside the class Balqis did not care when she heard Cevin speak in a sharp tone.

"Don't sleep malem-malem, so tomorrow isn't late!" Cevin.

Balqis answered by facing Cevin in the face and then rolled her eyes. Then the girl got up and walked out of the classroom at a quick pace.

Cevin followed Balqis' departure with an eye. His fierce attitude instantly disappeared. Back he felt it. A foreign feeling that he was unfamiliar with, yet made him uneasy.