ENDLESS HALLWAY
CHAPTER 85: MY GEBETAN GIRL!

That night, in each other's rooms, two people were both in a one-off feeling they couldn't describe with any word they'd ever known. Both of them sat quietly in front of the window, looking up at the night sky. Not move. Only their regularly moving chests told them both were alive, not a wax statue.

"Ah, it's ah. Why discussed anyway? It doesn't matter."

The words that Citra spoke this afternoon, echoed repeatedly inside Cevin's cranium.

No importance…!!!

No importance…!!!

No importance…!!!

Slowly, Cevin's two eyes darkened and fogged up. Slowly his head was then lowered.

"Sorry, Fin," whispered Cevin hoarsely.

***

The same sentence struck Sigit's head. Repeatedly. But it slowly disappeared as one other sentence slid in.

Tell Cevin, I have Balqis…!!!

Slowly, Sigit's eyes darkened. Slowly his head was then lowered.

"Lo said it himself, Ron. He's your brother" Sigit whispered into the darkness of the night.

***

Cevin stared at that one line a few minutes ago. Without talking. Without moving. His head kept his head down as Sigit placed the photo of Balqis upside down on the table.

"This writing was there, wasn't it?" cevin's voice sounded faint.

"No idea. I never go back and forth with photos. Not thinking," Sigit replied slowly. "We wait for what Irfan says." Sigit.

"Huh?" cevin's head was raised slowly.

Sigit stupefiedly stared at the face in front of him. Grief, longing, regret. Everything was clear and fought with each other.

"We wait for what Irfan says. I told you, I don't want to follow. This is both of your business. So he's the one who's gotta talk." Sigit continued his sentence.

Sigit stuffed the photo into Irfan's study desk drawer, where other Balqis photographs were kept. Suddenly the bell rang out, then the sound of the gate opened and closed again.

"Balqis has come" said Cevin.

"Gapain Balqis is here?" Ask Sigit.

"You learn English. Repeated monday. His English lesson was really bad. That's why I told you to come here." Cevin.

"Pantes lo don't come bokap lo. Choose keep the cage." Sigit.

"Not choose keep the cage. Also free to come. Not going to enjoy. Monday there was a double. Also heavy." Cevin.

Shortly the sound of the front door being knocked. But no one moved. The atmosphere in the room still felt so emotional, that the two felt like they were bound. The front door was knocked again, followed by the voice of Balqis who said a series of greetings aloud.

"Haloooo's? Excuse me! Your ad-salaamu'alaikum?! Spadaa!? Excuse Me?! Tok...! Tok...! Tok...! Shalom!? Kulonwun?! Punteeeeen...!!!

Cevin and Sigit looked at each other and both laughed amusedly while shaking their heads. Both walked outside the room.

"Yes, hello," Cevin said as he opened the door.

"One time is enough, Qis." Answer Cevin.

"Sorry anyway. That means that cepets are built, that is. I am so worn out. For drinking dong. It's cold, yes. Trus big glass," Balqis directly nyerocos.

"Go in first, kaliii." Reply Cevin again.

"okay!" the girl jumped in. Sigit looked at him, unable to hold back a smile. "Eh? Hiii!" sapa Balqis once saw Sigit.

"Hi too," Sigit replied, still smiling.

"Lo rest for a while, then we immediately start huh? Let you go home not late," said Cevin as he walked into the kitchen.

"okay!" Balqis. He walked to the long sofa, put his bag there, and sat down comfortably.

Five o'clock past fifteen, Cevin and Balqis are ready to learn. Sigit get off to the terrace. Since Cevin is alone at home tonight, Sigit decides to stay over and go home tomorrow afternoon.

"Set the dong radio. If I learn the atmosphere is quiet, I'm even sleepy." Balqis.

Balqis slumped off the sofa, then sat cross-legged on the floor. It faces the low table. On the table his English printed book was already in an open state.

Cevin shifted the long sofa behind Balqis until it stuck to the wall to create a roomy space, then the guy walked inside. Lazy to carry his large radio from the room, borrowed a small radio-tape owned by Bi Puji.

"What radio?" Ask Cevin.

"What aja. What matters is that the announcer is engrossed." Answer Balqis.

Cevin twirled the tunning. Suddenly his hand stopped. She heard the song Glenn feat Dewi, When I Fall in Love.

Growing volume...!!!

"Boss, ah!" Balqis protested. "Replace the others." Further.

Cevin doesn't ignore. His intuition said something was going to happen, because his heart was beating more without cause. The song ended. The voice of the announcer, the girl, immediately followed. In a jovial tone the announcer said in the studio there had been a special guest invited at the request of the listener.

"Nih people have a story that at that time made a touch. Many people asked him to retell. That's why we invited him into the studio."

The announcer later added that over the next half hour, only one of the songs will be played. Because that song is a song of remembrance.

"Oh yes," he continued. "He didn't want to know his real name. Shame, said. Afraid someone might recognize. So here he goes by the name of Jhon. Okay well? Yuk, we're both horrified by the story."

John...!!!

The name hit Cevin like a godam blow. On the terrace Sigit also heard it. He jerks. For a moment his body quietly stiffened, then he jumped to his feet and ran inside.

Through a radio wave, from somewhere out there somewhere. A man named Jhon begins his story.

And that voice froze the blood of Cevin and Sigit. They took half their consciousness. Stabbing right at the center of the emotions of the two, then tearing it, until the cloak layered that they had been wearing firmness, fortitude, patience, sincerity were all torn apart and showed the contents of that solemnity.

"Eh, that was that guy!" shouted Balqis, then placed the book he was holding. "Gue apal her voice. Gedein! Gedein!" Balqis said.

Neither Cevin nor Sigit moved, so Balqis stretched out one hand. "Tok afternoon-afternoon anyway? Was that malem? Asyiiiik, can hear the full story!" balqis said happily, not realizing something had befallen the two men who were currently standing behind him. It increases the volume of the radio.

The sound of the enlarged volume seemed to bring Irfan back to the middle of Cevin and Sigit. It felt really unbelievable, they could hear Irfan's voice again.

What a voice Irfan...!!!

The man who claimed to be named Jhon told a story that both Cevin and Sigit were involved in. First love. His observation. His waiting. His anxiety. Patience as well as impatience. And hope.

But it turns out not only that. The voice that they were very familiar with also told about the younger brother. The only brother I have. About no day without a fight. Mutual taunts, recriminations, yelling at each other, kicking each other, jotos, snitch each other. And usually the quarrel ends in physical recovery. It could be anywhere. On the sofa, on the bed, on the floor, on the doorstep, making it difficult for people to pass, even on the ground and lawn.

For a moment the story was interrupted by laughter. Then the voice continued that the physical wrestling could last for quite a long time. Until their mother then called the two boys with cat and mouse.

This cat and mouse figure is always compared to those who never get along if they are together.

Cevin's gaze blurred...!!!

The story was visualized there, in the focus of his eyes that now go back to those days.

Him and Irfan...!!!

Their age is less than two years. From childhood until the last moment, Irfan was only slightly taller than him. Their quarrels and fights began to wane after Irfan entered the First High School.

Uniform difference is the cause...!!!

With a white-blue uniform, Irfan feels great and ogah again serve Cevin who was still in Primary School uniform, white-red of course.

One that can be clearly felt not only by Cevin, but also by Balqis and Sigit, love and love in the way that voice tells the story. That guy loves his sister.

Contrasted with Balqis who was laughing amusedly when she heard the funny part of the story, sighing softly with her head shaking to the side, she said, or both hands cupped in front of the chest when the story is on the moving parts on the left and right, Cevin and Sigit freeze. Both were deathly pale, shivering in inertia.

Samar, then heard the song When I Fall in Love. This time the song is just a background, apparently a sign that Jhon will return to tell about his first love. This time the guy no longer mentioned "Gebetan Girl Gue", but immediately mentioned his name. Not Balqis, but Dewita.

Balqis' full name is Balqis Dewita!

Balqis screeched, but still knew nothing. It even made Cevin and Sigit feel pain in their left chest, as if stabbed. But the culmination of all the holes the two received in the afternoon before that night was when Jhon said that he gave his first love to his sister!

Cevin was instantly unsteady. He staggered. Sigit hurriedly caught his body then propped it up from behind.

Suddenly the voice of the cheerful announcer burst out, saying that anyone who wants to interact directly with Jhon, there is one phone number to call.

Interact directly...!?

Cevin and Sigit were only able to react with the remnants of consciousness they still had.

It's dreaming.

Must have been a dream...!!!

The only dream but they can stay conscious and awake. But still, it must be a dream!

Direct image storm.

"Pinjem dong phone, Vin. I'm like the pulse is dying." the girl grabbed her bag, pulled out her phone, and checked the pulse. "Live a thousand!" his weakness. "Not enough dong."

Because Cevin was not in action at all, Sigit took his phone out of his shirt pocket.

"Nih, just use my own," said Sigit slowly.

He sent it to Balqis.

"Makassiii." Balqis accepted without looking. Directly pressed a row of numbers that were mentioned by the broadcaster.

"Hello? It's Balqis, "he said as soon as the phone was connected.

"Hi, Balqis."

Through a small radio in front of them, Cevin and Sigit could hear the sound of "Irfan" softening as they answered the greeting.

"Hi tooaa," Balqis replied excitedly. The little radio echoes an amused laugh. "Eh, your name is like my name. My name also has "The Jew!" balqis said later.

"That's yeah? Good deh. Shit her."

"Why is that elo? Why do you love your sister?" Balqis asked innocently.

Completely unaware of the impact the question had on Cevin. A crushing silence was present as a temporary answer.

"Because I can't take care of him" replied "Irfan - Jhon" a moment later.

"What's wrong?" chase Balqis.

Again a crushing silence is created. Cevin closed both his eyes.

Balqis, please, whispered his heart ache.

"I have to go."

"Away?" ask Balqis.

"Away too far."

"Where?" ask Balqis.

"To where the girl can't follow."

"Where are you? The farthest man can go to the moon. Can follow. Just have a lot of money. And I assure you, you can't go there. It must be on earth." Balqis Reply.

There was a giggle of "Irfan - Jhon". "On earth there are many places that cannot be followed, you know, Qis" he said softly.

Balqis. Then he spoke in a tone that also softened, "Sorry. Not that I want to interfere. Abis I am saddened by it." Balqis again.

"Gue was even more sad."

"Yes anyway. Yes already. Thanks for talking about it." Balqis continued later.

"Together," replied Jhon gently. "Well, Cit." Further.

"Yes." Yeah." Balqis nodded unconsciously.

"Now give the phone to the person on the right elo."

"Yes." Yeah." Balqis handed the phone to Cevin. After the thing changed hands, the girl was astonished. How did John know he wasn't alone? His excitement increased when he heard the conversation.

"Nobody wants to be with me?" ask Jhon.

Cevin swallowed with great difficulty. "Sorry, Fan," he said hoarsely.

Silence...!!! Silence...!!! Silence...!!!

The silence that made Cevin's body shiver violently.

"Fan, sorry," he whispered, with more difficulty, because his throat hurt so much.

"It's okay. Don't feel that guilty. Than that girl I brought here. He's the same elo."

Silence...!!!

Then "Irfan" continued with the sentence that made Cevin's defense finally collapse.

"Gue dear elo. Titip that chick, huh?"

Unanswered. Cevin was no longer able to hold his prank. The phone in his hand slipped off and almost hit the floor if only Sigit had not hurriedly caught it.

"Hi, man," Jhon said.

Sigit heard Irfan's voice through the small radio. Sigit froze, unable to answer.

"Thanks very. Make everything. Okay, huh? Bye."

The show's over. Glenn Fredly feat Dewi Sandra. Only at the end. Accompany the voice of the announcer who thanked him and closed the event with a farewell greeting. Then silence. The little radio no longer let out any sound.

Cevin and Sigit were awakened. Both move at the same time. Like a frown, they rocked the radio. Niente. They check the cable. Still connected to the socket. They beat him with their palms. Stay without results.

The indicator needle is still there. In exactly the same place. But the radio station disappeared. Not a single sound was caught. Silent. The little radio tape was silent.

The two immediately remembered the phone number.

Although they could already guess what they were about to hear, Cevin also pressed down on the row of numbers. In the active speaker position, there is a monotonous sound from the operator machine.

"The number you're going to, it's not installed…"

***

Almost a quarter of an hour had passed since those radios were completely silent. With eyes of great confusion, Balqis looked at the two guys sitting not far behind her. Cevin who cried without a sound. The sigit was pale and like it was not fully conscious. Only in their two eyes, all the emotional turmoil that was held desperately was clearly legible.

"What the hell is it?" Balqis asked softly and carefully. "Why are you two?" Continue the Balqis Question.

For a moment there was not a single reaction. Then Cevin moves. His right hand wiped away the tears, while his left hand waved softly.

"Sit here, Qis," he said slowly. While shifting the body, patted him the place on his left. Balqis looked doubtful, but then moved as well. He sat in the empty space Cevin gave him. Between that chick and Sigit.

"What the hell is it?" Balqis asked again, because again the two men on the left-right were silent. Cevin then embraced it. While Sigit rubbed his head slowly.

"Later I'll tell you a story" said Cevin Lirih.

***

Just a moment ago, rose buds were placed very carefully on the tombstone of Irfan.

And now, on the gravestone side, Cevin sits cross-legged on the grass. His head was bowed and his ten fingers were linked. To his left, Balqis sat down. On top of his lap, a brown envelope was clasped between his ten fingers.

The envelope contained photos of him and a piece of paper that Irfan had placed on the wall on his desk.

Cevin raised his head and turned to the girl sitting next to him. Just like her, Balqis made no sound at all.

"Udah?" ask Cevin lirih.

Balqis. Both of his eyes were still foggy. He nodded. "Yeah, go home."

Cevin stood up. His left hand. Gently, he pulled Balqis up to his feet.

Both of them left the place in silence, but they were sure that God and nature would convey what they were unable to convey except in silent language. For someone who is now embraced by the earth and sleeps in silence.

To Irfan, thank you and all the love…!!!