ENDLESS HALLWAY
CHAPTER 53: ONE MORE HOUR

The heat of the afternoon sun can actually make the laundry wet in dry clothes in an instant. But Sigit asserted Irfan's invitation to see Balqis. The girl has been targeted by Irfan for two months. Unfortunately, Balqis was still third grade in Secondary School, so Irfan did not want to approach too deeply and he waited for Balqis to enter High School.

Because it has not been able to approach that, so far Irfan only saw Balqis from afar. Seeing, watching, observing. Sometimes Irfan "Introduces" the girl goes home. Take in quotes because Balqis never knew there was a guy who sometimes took the bus he was riding just because he wanted to see it longer.

Every time you hang out at Balqis school, tomorrow Irfan will tell you a long story. And often the story is not important. It is not important for the person he is forcing to listen to. In this case, Sigit. For example...!!!

"Balqis is so sweet, Git. Like an artist." Irfan was proud.

Sigit frowned. "Where are you?"

Although the most crucial clue that could describe how sweet Balqis turned out to be was unknown to Sigit, it did not deter Irfan from continuing to tell the girl his bluff.

"Tu girl if you wear sports clothes, really cute, Git. Sexy. It's cute!" praise Irfan one day with sparkling eyes.

"What's sexy?" ask Sigit.

"Section's cute. Not sexy flirting, so. Anyway sweet. The oath!" Reply Irfan.

"Follow, sexy, what's sweet? What's clear is the information." Canda Sigit's.

"Fuck off! Sexy! Sweetie!" irfan toilet.

Other unimportant info…!!!

"Balqis if you have a memory, the hair trousers are messy, really cuteep!"

More, still not important either...!!!

"Yesterday he sported blue-blue. Blue same shirt blue shorts. It turns out that girls wear blue, so look cute huh?"

But there was also important info. It is important for Sigit's musings, that if he falls in love one day, there is a possibility that he will go crazy too, like his best friend.

While the contents of the info itself is still not important.

Name's Balqis. Third grade First Secondary School. The most well-known lessons of Natural Sciences are Geography and Population. Favorite color blue. Favorite sport is not. So if again hours of exercise, tuh girls more often hang out or ngisengin his friends. I used to be careful, playing basketball is really bad. The play is chaotic, and play badminton origin. The only sport he does is running. Tu chick very runnya. Is it because he likes to snort people? So I can run cepet not be dijitakin race-rame." For a moment Irfan stopped reading his notes. He laughed amusedly.

"Favorite food, if the weight of siomay same meatballs. If you are easy bakwan equally know the contents. Just like me!" then with excitement. "That means we're a soul mate!"

Sigit snorting. "Just both bakwan seneng equally know the contents of kok kok mate," grumbled.

But Irfan doesn't care. He continued reading his notes.

“Too again learn, happy while listening to the radio. If he doesn't listen to the radio, he's sleepy. The film genre that she is fond of romantic comedy. He hates horror movies. His biological father, Rangga, died when Balqis was two years old. Then his birth mother named Cindy, his mother married again to a man named Deska just a year ago also died, his adoptive brother named Farel who was the son of a president director of a large company in the city of Jakarta, at home just stay with his mom at this time." Irfan's head poked from the side of the paper he was reading, which had been blocking his face from Sigit's sight.

Sigit. "How do you get that information?" tanyanya.

"I know, anyway," replied Irfan short.

Many more unimportant info about Balqis that Irfan always delivered to Sigit, who was forced to continue listening in the name of friendship.

The problem was, as Balqis finished Secondary School, Irfan's observation frequency was getting higher, and the frequency of the story was getting higher again. Even Irfan didn't care about the story he had just told this morning.

Sigit knew Irfan felt he had a good reason to force him to listen to all the stories about Balqis, for that reason he had said.

"Elo never knew his son. Try if you already know, you must know why I like him so much and always want to tell stories about him." Irfan.

"Udah. You have the photos. Just ordinary." Answer Sigit.

"The message must be different if you've been squirming directly." Irfan said.

Irfan does save many photos of Balqis in his shoot secretly. Fortunately, the photos were only kept in the room, not taken. Because according to Sigit, bring a photo of the girl we assess or we incer but still not found out that the girl has a crush also what not, just apply if we sincer the artist. So if it turns out that ntar is rejected, yes ordinary. Unabashedly.

Sigit's hopes came true this morning. Suddenly Irfan invited his best friend and compatriot to accompany him to see Balqis.

"You!" Sigit immediately replied in a tone like going on a free vacation to the beach.

"A very excited?" Irfan was a little surprised.

"Gue was curious. I guess what the hell is a girl? You see, the story is frenzied only," Sigit replied with a wide grin.

As soon as the bell goes home, ignoring the heat of the sun that was explained at the beginning of the story can dry out the wet laundry in an instant - both of them leave school immediately. Irfan was afraid that Balqis would go home, as they would still have to take the bus for about fifteen minutes to get to the girl's school.

Getting off the bus, Irfan immediately took Sigit to the park in front of Balqis school. Not long after the bell rang out the students scattered out the doors of the classroom. Irfan immediately agitated with his neck stretched long. His pair of eyes moved quickly, looking around.

But, until the crowd of boys in white-blue uniforms was reduced, it continued to decrease, and until finally completely swallowed microlet, pickup cars, private cars, and so on, or disappearing at the ends of the street on the left and right, the person they were waiting for was nowhere to be seen at all. Irfan's face that was bright immediately clouded thickly.

"Cock he doesn't exist, huh? Don't go in." His voice that was full of enthusiasm, noisy because it did not stop babbling, was now suddenly weak. So so disappointed. So sad, so restless, so somber. So discouraged. Irfan momentarily took a deep breath, back and forth clicked his tongue, making Sigit hold a laugh.

"There's an extra lesson, Kali? Third graders are usually that?" consolations.

"Oh, yes, yes." The cloudy look on Irfan's face immediately swept away. The face was shining again.

Sigit so regretted having said that sentence, because up to an hour later Balqis still not visible.

While the hot sun can make the skin scorching has not been reduced. Irfan is fresh. His gaze was still fixed straight at the school building in front of him. Still full of enthusiasm and hope to see the girls. While next to it, Sigit is almost dry due to bete and acute dehydration.

Finally the guy couldn't take it anymore. "When are we here? What's the malem tomorrow morning?"

Irfan looked surprised. Immediately in feeling the aura of the bete that surrounded Sigit was very different from the aura of love that he felt from the school building in front of him. Irfan grinned, feeling guilty for having forgotten the person who had been accompanying him.

"One hour more. If for another hour Balqis hasn't been nongol too, it means she didn't come in." Ifran.

"An hour, huh?" Sigit frowned deeply. Pretend think. "OK deh. I think it fits." Answer Sigit.

"What's the right thing?" Irfan looked at his best friend with a look of wonder.

"Level to rest," replied Sigit lightly. He said that with a smile. Smile, short and unclear. "Because in an hour I think I will fuse the deserts in Africa. If you ask the passers-by who died first, I what the camels are, surely no one can answer. In fact, they might think that there are in Africa with here the same as a hot camel". Sigit.

For a moment Irfan gaped, then laughed amusedly.

"Tell me thirsty, that is. Ribet really take to Afrikap all." Irfan.

"Lagain, you don't know thank you very much, do you? I asked to be met ngintai gebetan hot fit abis kayak gini, I was taken, again. Not covered at all. Beliin ice what cake is. Let me not crisp. I am dehydrated." The Sigit is long.

"Yes, yeah. Sori, Git." Irfan reached into the pocket of his school shirt. He took out a piece of money twenty thousand and gave it to Sigit. "More."

Sigit's face was a bit bright. He stood up and immediately walked towards the food stall. Before long, he brought back two plastic bags filled with sweet iced tea and fried seplastik.

Irfan's iced tea...!!!

Because the stomach is filled and there is an antidote to the threat of drought, Sigit so calm. But until the deadline set Irfan is up, Balqis is not yet visible. This time it seems Irfan's guess is right. Balqis did not enter. The school hours were long gone and no students left the school. Irfan's face was immediately clouded again. More concentrated than before.

"He didn't go in.." The sigh was heavy.

"Yes that's it. Yuk, back. It was afternoon." Reply Sigit.

Irfan stood up. The flickering of sports jerseys that he has since used for seating. Irfan followed with ogah-ogahan.

"Why don't kids come in, huh? Don't-don't get sick?" sighing Irfan, his voice was so laden with anxiety.

"Hopefully not. Mostly he was exhausted because of learning disability. Yuk, back." Sigit grabbed Irfan's shoulder and forced his best friend away.