ENDLESS HALLWAY
CHAPTER 77: MEMORIES AGAIN

That afternoon they went home together and the journey was like this morning repeated. The quiet journey. Tight with shame, careless and unfamiliar. Today's Balqis is no longer the yesterday-yesterday Balqis. Maybe the two of them can't go back to yesterday.

Cevin wasn't long at Balqis' house. Just to meet Balqis' mother, Cindy to leave and deliver her daughter. Balqis doesn't mind Cevin stopping by. Actually even. He really wants to be free from the nervousness and shame that has been pushing him since last night. As soon as Cevin was alone and lost behind the fence, Balqis immediately took a breath. Long and deep. His body attitude immediately relaxed, making his mamah so amused smile.

"Where's the comment?" Cindy Say.

"What comments?" asked Balqis as she followed her step inside.

"Yes a comment about your face with your skin dong." Cindy continues.

"Gee!" Balqis. Take it again.

"Well, yeah. Forgot! He didn't comment anything." Answer Balqis.

"Times?" Cindy was surprised too. "Not polite either, huh? And you are almost mad at my mama. Sampe mamah should buy again. Especially last night you had the mask cut down. Ration for three times you wear." Cindy continues to her son Balqis.

"Well, yeah, huh?" Balqis until he stopped. "Kok he didn't say anything, Mah? Then he doesn't think I'm dong?" Balqis.

"Indeed he said that the same face of your skin is striped, so it needs to be rubbed so that the color is flat, so?" Cindy asked her son.

"No, no, no." Answer Balqis briefly.

"Yes already. Just relax then. The proof, even if you're masculine and stretchy, he's still unconscious, right?" Reply Cindy again.

"Yes anyway. That guy's base doesn't matter." Balqis.

"Did anything change today?" Ask Cindy.

"Nl…." Balqis. "There's no such thing." Further.

"Means you didn't notice him, too? Who knows, her hair is a bit dull. Or new socks. Or maybe the uniform was ironed more slippery than yesterday." Cindy's speech made Balqis stunned. His mother turned her head, looked at him while raising an eyebrow, then smiled.

"You don't care about him, or what's important to you?" Cindy Say.

Balqis is stunned. He looked at the mother in despair. The woman smiled wider and wider, then turned back, walking towards the kitchen while talking, again in a passing tone.

"Make that guy so too. What matters is that you exist." Cindy continues.

***

Cevin entered the house with a bright smile. With a cheerful and happy face, he stepped towards the room. Open the room door wide. But his steps stopped instantly. His face paled. His body froze tense. Both of his eyes stared with a terrified look, and with a wild movement traced through the entire room.

Cevin smelled Irfan's perfume!

A second later, Cevin subconsciously closed the door with a slam. His chest was beating very fast. The loud noise made Bi Puji come in waves and was surprised to see his master's son frozen tense in front of the door of his closed room.

"Mas Cevin, what's wrong?" tanya Bi Puji was worried.

Cevin didn't listen. Both of his eyes were still fixed sharply and straight at the closed door in front of him.

"Mas Cevin, what's wrong?" Bi Puji repeated his question. He approached Cevin and patted one shoulder as his question was still unanswered. The clap made Cevin jump in shock and subconsciously jump back.

"Auntie, just startle me!" exclaim Cevin then.

"Couldn't you? Wong Bibi is slow. What's up, anyway?" Ask aunt again.

Cevin's mouth was open, but then he said. "There's nothing." he shook his head quickly. "But the door was accidentally slammed. What's aunt cooking? I ate it in the kitchen." Cevin walked into the kitchen.

"Not change your clothes yet, Mom?" Bi Puji caught up with him with a frown.

"Ng.." Cevin confusedly replied. Then, as he passed through the ironing room near the kitchen, he asked, "Auntie again ironing, huh? In the basket there's a shirt with my shorts, isn't there?"

"There are cotton pants that are bule." Answer Bi Puji.

"What a hell. What's important is that I don't eat naked." Reply Cevin.

When Cevin came out of the bathroom after changing clothes, Bi Puji had already moved the dishes on the dining table to the kitchen table, which was also often used for eating together.

Although astonished, the middle-aged woman did not ask. Meanwhile, Cevin ate his lunch in conditions that could be said to be unconscious. His mouth chews automatically as food enters. While his sense of taste like it does not work. If he were suddenly asked what he was eating, he would not be able to answer immediately.

Cevin is currently really tense. His chest was pounding, for just, though for a moment, he again smelled the perfume that Irfan used to wear. Bi Puji who is ironing. The girl looks ordinary. That means he doesn't feel any weirdness.

"Where's quueena, Bi?" Ask Cevin.

Means there are no friends that can be invited to accompany into the room….

Suddenly Cevin felt ashamed of himself. With the school uniform now white gray, he felt he had started to grow up. But it turns out he was scared to death just smell the perfume of his brother who had "Go". In the event that the dead can never come back.

If you can, it's your own brother.

Finished eating, inevitably, Cevin had to go to the room, because the physics Homework given by Pak Hadi Parjono last week and must be collected tomorrow he has not done. He did not want to experience the fate of Didik or other students whose names are recorded in the memory of the brain of Pak Hadi Parjono because he had made trouble.

Don't let me!

Without it, the clock of physics is already very frustrating. With the feeling increasingly tense and the chest beating increasingly faster, Cevin ventured into the room. He felt his body cool down as he slowly opened the door.

No more smell of Irfan's perfume. The room was empty, as Cevin had always felt since Irfan's death. The room was also always in a neat state, because without realizing Cevin did not want to make the room messy. Free. No more people will shout "Lo don't naro dirty clothes carelessly dong!" or "Why do you want to go home from school, throwing the same bag of books always into my bed? Why not go to your own bed?"

But Irfan sometimes also likes to play recriminations. As it ever happened. "Toy outside the test, street muddy trus shoes so dirty, tu taro shoes behind the dong. Do not enter the room. The bedroom tiles are so dirty!"

But the next second Irfan realized that it was his own shoes. And when his sister then looked at him while raising both eyebrows high, Irfan grinned and then chuckled amusedly. "That's my sneakers with. I want elo shoes," she's light.

Cevin remembered he could only be annoyed at the time.

"Maap. Maafed. Hehehe.." Irfan was even more chuckling.

The memories…!!!

Cevin fell unconscious. He cried sobbing. He misses Cevin. He misses his only brother. If I could meet again, it would be okay soon. Cevin pleads softly, but realizes the request is impossible. It will only hurt itself more.

Then he forced himself to stop crying. Wiping tears with both sleeves, Cevin stood up. He dropped a plastic box under the bed, where he put his entire collection of CDs, DVDs, and MP3s. The choice fell on the Pop and Regee music collection, so that this room is not too quiet. But once the first song was heard, immediately rang Irfan's voice, "Nyetel music don't cry, why the hell? Does he have elo doang ears?"

Another memory…!!!

Cevin's tears fell back. This time he hastily deleted it because of the sound of Queena. He quickly closed the door and locked it slowly. He did not want his sister to see him cry, because Queena must also be sad, very lonely. Now there was no longer a sister who often teased him, who was happy to make him scream in all kinds of ways.

"Home Physics work for tomorrow is a lot, Fan. Don't bother me just yet, will you? My physics teacher was so upset," said Cevin, speaking to the brother he left alive in his mind.

But somehow, the denial of Irfan's death by Cevin consciously made it calm. From the row of books on the shelf in front of him, Cevin looked for the books he needed. Physics dictates, notebooks, and Homework books. With reckless eyes but with a heart that slowly calmed down, Cevin began to work on his physical Homework.

***

Five o'clock in the morning, work rings. It's a normal schedule, but today's not unusual. Today is different. As soon as he opened his eyes, Cevin could immediately feel that he was not alone in the room. Irfan's bed was still tidy, never used since the day of his death, but the owner was inside this room!

Unknowingly the feathers of Cevin bristled.

But unlike the first contact yesterday afternoon, this time he was no longer frightened. Which appears precisely the feeling of kangen. Kangen had a fight with Irfan. Kangen fighting comics. Kangen yelled at each other and yelled accusations as each felt they were tidying up the rooms more often, while the other made the rooms fall apart more often. If so, usually they will make a line on the floor with chalk. Divide the room into two territories. Each with full autonomy.

The rest of Cevin's fear is gone. As he looked at the wall of the room, the man smiled involuntarily. If their quarrels are debating, usually with lust they will both make the territorial boundary line up to the wall. As a result, they have to go in and out of the room with the position of the body tilted, because each is only entitled or half the doorway distance.

The knock on the door resuscitated Cevin.

The head of Queena, his sister who was still in the third grade Elementary School, poked there.

"A school, no? It was half a six o'clock" he said, then disappeared without waiting for his sister's answer.

Cevin got up from a lying position, then he was patted on the edge of the bed.

"Damn it!" hissing poignant. "Gue really misses Irfan."

The feeling of pain and sudden loss was very felt that made Cevin leave for school with shaky steps. Indeed, the contacts were only momentary, but Cevin felt like Irfan was back. He could feel his presence even though his brother was no longer visible.

Arriving at class, Cevin finds Balqis sitting on his stool. The girl's expression was a bit strange. Like confused.

"What's wrong?" ask Cevin worriedly.

Balqis was doubtful. His mouth was open but soon closed. Then he shook his head.

"I felt like it a few times, huh? But rada is weird. I would love to do Homework while listening to the radio. Find the broadcaster funny or look for songs that are fun. But semalem, every time I move channels, always the song is again on the computer or want to be on the computer. The same! You know, Vin, whose song is that?!" Balqis clucked then frowned, trying to remember. "Oh yes!" then shouted. "Song Glenn Fredly with Goddess Sandra. It's called When I Fall in Love. Ja. Ja. Yep!" Balqis.

Cevin jerks...!!!

His face paled. Because of this girl's crush, Irfan who is a fanatical fan 50 cent, Ludacris, and all black rappers, suddenly became melancholy abis! And the duet Glenn Fredly feat Dewi Sandra was indeed Irfan's favorite song before his departure.