ENDLESS HALLWAY
CHAPTER 75: POINT!

After dinner, Balqis approached her mother, Cindy, who was relaxing in front of the TV, and sat down next to her.

"Ma, I'm not going to school tomorrow, am I? I was so embarrassed." Balqis.

"Yes, obviously, embarrassed. Time to break through to that much anyway?" Cindy Say.

"Eat him. I'm not going to school tomorrow, right? So ashamed of it." Balqis said again.

"What's the story anyway?" ask her mother, Cindy, glancing at her daughter. As Balqis recounted the incident, her maternal reaction was to laugh out loud.

"Why laugh at you?" Ask Balqis.

"Yes you o’on anyway," replied his mama relaxed. "New kayak can mens for the first time. Kayak mamah never taught me how to." Cindy Say.

"The name is also miscalculated. Yes, mah? I'm not going to school tomorrow, right?" Pinta Balqis's.

"Okay, one day. Later mamah make a permit for the picket teacher. But the day after, you don't want to have to face it. Let's not go in for a year, people still won't forget. Someone's gonna sneak you." Cindy explained.

"Yes... Da... One day for." Balqis quickly nodded. The day after tomorrow let's have business. What matters tomorrow!

Just five minutes into Balqis' joy, the phone on a small table in the corner of the room rang. From Cevin, and the guy gets straight to the problem.

"Qis, you're coming in tomorrow, right?" Ask Cevin.

"Huh?" Balqis.

"Lo's coming in tomorrow, right?" reset Cevin. "Not stuck at home?" Further.

"Why are you saying that?" ask Balqis amazed.

"No idea. Feeling aja's. If I don't call you now, I think I'll be sitting alone tomorrow." Answer Cevin.

Balqis. He finally confessed.

"Yes anyway. Tomorrow I will not enter. Just a day. Abis is so embarrassed." Answer Balqis.

"Don't you feel me?" Across from Cevin laughed. "Suk dong. Yea?"

"Gue's so embarrassed, Vin. The oath!" Answer Balqis.

"That's embarrassing for both of us. Trus tomorrow you want to make me ashamed alone, is that it? Not very responsible." Reply Cevin.

"Yeah…." Balqis.

"Tomorrow I'll pick it up. We're leaving together," said Cevin, startling Balqis. The girl could not speak. "OK, huh? I'll pick you up tomorrow." Cevin.

"What's okay?" Ask Balqis.

"Bus!" answer Cevin short. "Sampe tomorrow, yeah. Hye!" the sound of the phone being closed.

Balqis put the phone. Still half in disbelief.

"Tomorrow to be truant, isn't it?" seductive Cindy, mommy.

"No." Balqis. "There are those who are afraid of being alone" he continued, ashamed.

"Just entered High School, already have a boyfriend. Be careful if your values become ugly, yes," threatened his mother.

Balqis. Not because of the threat.

"Dwelling. Who said he was my girlfriend?" ralat Balqis. But half a heart.

His mother pretended not to listen. As soon as Balqis walked into her room and was about to disappear there, the mama repeated her threat, "Well, if your values are so bad." Cindy continues.

Balqis closed the door to her room. Looks scowling. And once alone, he realized one thing. A completely new situation.

Himself restless. Very restless. Suddenly everything is going. Not a single attempt to dispel that deep uneasiness to calm himself down for a moment had worked.

First try, watch TV. With volume for people who lack hearing, and watch it with a distance that is suitable for people whose eyes have cataracts. But failed! Balqis remained agitated.

Second attempt, studying. Prepare for tomorrow. Balqis grabbed one of the books from the pile in front of her. English Language. Tomorrow's lesson is the hardest. Opens the chapter that was studied the previous week. Then he tried to concentrate on recalling the last lesson the teacher gave. Definitely more failed! No problem, getting into his brain is hard. Especially plus there is a problem. Angrily Balqis closed the book in front of her.

"What a big doubt I am!" hissing, self-deprecating.

Then he looked at the entire room, looking for other businesses. And his eyes were pounded on a small rattan basket under his bed. Sometimes his mother likes to accompany him to study while embroidery.

"Try the embroidery, ah!" he shouted, and got up from the chair. The basket was pulled from under the bed. Before long, Balqis had been engrossed in embroidery, armed with brief training that had been given by force.

Balqis hurriedly put it back into the basket. Of course with the broken part it is hidden very well.

Finally the girl gave up on trying to calm herself down. Instead, he sat on the floor with his back against the wall. Trying to find the root cause of his anxiety.

Tomorrow morning Cevin will pick her up and for the first time they will go to school together. That's the truth. Balqis. But how am I not clear about this? The complaint in the heart.

Balqis did not complete her analysis, as she suddenly recalled something else that she thought was more urgent.

"Well, what do I wear tomorrow, huh?" hissing while hurriedly standing up.

He opened a closet where he kept all his bags. Then her aunt had a drawer where all the accessories were stored. Then Balqis walked to the corner of the room, to the shoe rack. He looked at his shoe collection one by one. Suddenly all the bags he had were nothing good. Everything's ugly! All the shoes and socks are ugly too. None of the accessories are cool. Balqis stared at all his properties with wide eyes.

"Crazy!" hisses. "So all this time I've been to school with these ugly things? How am I not aware, huh?" He shook his head while clucking.

If Balqis was restless because Cevin was going to pick her up tomorrow, now the girl is confused because she feels that none of her things are cool and worth using the road with guys!

Unfortunately, for this one problem, which Balqis said was even more serious, there was no solution at all. He was forced to accept the situation, because even if he asked for money to be just as good and loving, he did not know what to buy first. Yes, yes, the stuff is nothing cool.

Finally Balqis turned her attention to something else.

"It's okay my stuff is nothing okay, which is important tomorrow I look cute!" breaking it after reflecting, observing his face for a while.

So tonight Balqis did not learn, because she was busy beautifying herself. Busy and excited, to attract the attention of his mother. Mamah Balqis, Cindy, just watched her son's behavior with a smile. Not trying to ban, because this is part of the process that every girl must go through.

Falling in love for the first time sometimes makes a girl with sadistic self-judgment, consider herself ugly while all the girls around the world are cute. Next, they try hard to be someone else. Kayaking artist A, model B, or others, but still in the popular girl category. Wise women usually realize the advantages of self-sandiri, even proud and finally understand that beautiful, cool, or okay, the shape and version can be a lot. It often has nothing to do with the face or the body. This process can happen repeatedly. It could be a while, but it could also take years. For sure, it can be very painful. But that is life. Search and find.

His mother Balqis then left her son who was laying down. Stretched out on the carpet in front of the radio, with his face covered in a thick mask. The woman knew that soon her daughter would need not only a good listener, but a proper advisor.

***

At the same time, in his room which he now lives alone, Cevin stands in front of Irfan's study table. There was a feeling of guilt infiltrating his heart, as he began to have a crush on his sister's chick. Actually can not be said Irfan girl as well, because Balqis never knew Irfan.

Cevin shocked himself when his little heart then immediately rectified. Never knew, but never knew. The accident left Balqis unable to get to know Irfan. But his logic immediately gave a rebuttal. There was no time or whatever the name, which Balqis obviously did not know Irfan. The point! So he could not be said to have snatched the sister's boyfriend.

Cevin sighed long and heavy. The problem is, he knows a lot of Cevin's every effort for his long-time crush. Although the observation was more often done by Irfan alone - sometimes accompanied by Sigit and Irfan always tell the slightest development.

If you are feeling very happy, Irfan will even tell it to Queena. Even though his youngest sister was clearly not interested. If you are very happy, Irfan will tell all the stories he has told. With a fury and fire. Not only about his last observations, but also his observations

preceding. Complete with all its development. Irfan did not care at all even though his listeners were fed up with the story.

Still ringing in the mind Cevin conversation with Irfan at that time, when Balqis said one school with Cevin.

"Well if you dare to have a crush on my girl!" Irfan said at the time.

"That's what a girl you are! Not know either." Reply Cevin.

"Well, if he doesn't use white-blue anymore, already running MOS, I want to go to his house. Acquaintances...!" Answer Irfan.

"Emang if already acquaintance trus immediately become a girlfriend, is it? So temen first, again. It's everywhere, too. Also belom of course he wants to be a lo girl." Reply Cevin.

"Must want to!" irfan toilet. "Enak. I waited a long time. I used to hang out at school." Irfan's reply was fierce.

"It turns out that girls don't want to either?" Cevin kept asking.

Cevin still remembers right. The last question then brought Irfan closer to his face, hissing, sharp, and angry.

"A girl should want to be my girl. How to do it!" Irfan.

Recollecting the conversation, Cevin involuntarily smiled to himself. But then his smile disappeared slowly.

For Cevin, Balqis was originally part of Irfan who was still left, who was still alive, which he could still see and touch. Sometimes, when his feelings for Irfan could no longer be held back, Cevin fantasized that his brother appeared suddenly in front of him, then shouted in front of his face, "Hey! Don't hold it. That's my girl!" as Irfan always does every time Cevin touches the pictures of Balqis he took secretly. Now, even though the taste is still there, Cevin no longer wants to dodge it.

It is no longer pure like that. He did not want to release Balqis, but moreover, did not want to keep her as Irfan's legacy.

Slowly, Cevin stepped closer to Irfan's portrait hanging on the wall just above the head of the brother's bed. For a while Cevin just stood there quietly.

"Gue likes lo girls" he said later. His voice was soft and trembling, while trying to defy Irfan's photo. "Couldn't he make me?" Cevin continued his sentence with great difficulty.

Silence...!!!!

No sound was heard in the late night, except for the sound of his own heart beating so fast.

However, there was a feeling of relief and calm when finally the sentence had been uttered.