Bebegigs
Chapters 10

"Brajasena CPU? That white bearded freak wearing that shucks suit?" Orange looked at Magenta dumbfoundedly.

Magenta. "After the scarecrow was forced into a sacred cave, Empu Brajasena moved to the top. He made his own cottage just below the mouth of the cave. No one knows why. Either he intends to protect the village, whether he himself accomplices the scarecrow. It could be the servant of the evil creature, or it could be that he just feels safer if he lives in the scarecrow. No one knows the ales!"

The orange again swallowed. Staring at Magenta with surprise.

Magenta continues his story. "Brajasena exposes himself rarely to the top of the mountain. Even if he came to the village, he never talked to anyone. No one knows who he really is or why he lives up there. The people here never want to deal with Empu Brajasena. We don't know if he's a lunatic, a bad guy, or just a freak."

Orange gnawing. But don't say anything.

Magenta sighed. Once again his dark eyes looked around. He looked increasingly nervous, as if afraid that others would know that he told the history of this village to the Orange.

The orange was blown away for a moment to digest Magenta's story.

"Sometimes," Magenta again spoke up, "In the middle of the mall, we can beat up the scarecrow on the top of the mountain. Sometimes he's cackling, he's clamoring, sometimes he's howling like a wolf."

The orange looked back at Magenta.

"The villagers in this village, all make scarecrows that look the same as him."

Orange stands up immediately. "So that's why I see the same scarecrow everywhere!" yells.

Magenta pressed his index finger against his lips. He signaled for the orange to sit down again.

The orange again takes its place on a wooden bench. "But why are you making a scarecrow that looks like him?" tanyakanya. "Aren't you all afraid of the scarecrow? But why are there even scarecrows in almost every yard?"

"To honor," replied Magenta.

"Huh? To honor?"

"You must understand what I mean" Magenta said sternly. "The villagers hoped that at any time the scarecrow would come down from the cave, at least he could squirm all the scarecrows whose faces looked just like him. The villagers wished the creature to be comforted by this reverence so that he would not take up the village again, "Magenta squeezed out an orange hand. He looked at the girl with his dark eyes. "Now you understand, right?" he whispered. "Now do you understand why everyone here is horrified?"

Orange returned Magenta's gaze, then laughed out loud.

Magenta squinted his eyes.

Why is he laughing?

Actually, the orange knows he can't laugh. But the girl couldn't help herself. After all, Magenta is definitely not a stupid guy, he thought. He couldn't believe a story like that. This must be a joke, Orange said in his heart. It's just the villagers' wits to scare the new guy.

The orange stopped laughing when he saw Magenta's face. "You're just kidding, right?" said.

Magenta shook his head. His dark eyes seemed to glow in a dim light. His view is so serious.

"You don't believe it, do you, if a scarecrow can walk? You know, they only have one leg? That's a nancep on the ground!" Orange asked with an urgent tone. His voice sounded echoing. "Do you believe a scarecrow can live?"

"I believe," Magenta replied with a trembling voice. "It's not a joke, Orange. I trust. And so did everyone in this village."

Orange looked at the guy in astonishment. The ceiling rattled, most likely due to the strong wind on the roof.

The orange shifted slightly on the wooden bench. "But have you ever seen it?" ask her to Magenta. "Have you ever seen a scarecrow go for a walk?"

Magenta winks his eyes. "Ehm not yet," he confessed. "But I often hear his voice. Malem. I'm horrifying the creature screeching and howling." Suddenly he stood up. "I just don't dare to take it. I was too scared" he said. "I dare not go up to the sacred cave. No one dared to go there."

"But, Magenta..." Orange interrupts. But he was silent soon. He saw Magenta's trembling chin. He could see the horror radiating from the eyes of the man.

Actually Orange wanted to comment that the story could not be true. He wanted to say that the story was nothing more than a silly superstition. A kind of fairy tale that exists in every remote village all over the place. Every village has its own myth, right? But Orange was afraid Magenta was offended. Maybe Magenta was my only friend here, he said inwardly. So I decided not to continue that conversation.

Orang-orang rose and put on a coat. Then they left the post office.

The rain has stopped. But a strong wind still blew from the top of the mountain, and blew away the white froth from the rest of the drizzle mixed with mist.

The orange pulled the hood of his coat and lowered his head.

He didn't want to believe that story. I couldn't believe such a story, he thought. Freak!

Why did Magenta seem unaware that the story made no sense?

Orange and Magenta started down the road. At each of their steps, the boots were both immersed in a puddle of water overflowing from the gutters.

Their voices seemed to be lost in the roaring wind.

Magenta drove Jingga home. They stopped at the end of the girl's courtyard.

"Thank you, I'd like to tell you about the scarecrow" said Jingga to Magenta.

Magenta stared at the orange with his dark eyes. "You should be told, really" he said seriously. And then he added, "You must also believe, Orange. The story is real. Everything is real."

The orange did not respond. He just said good night.

Magenta had already turned around and while defying the wind, he ran towards his house.

The orange was almost on the porch when the girl heard a strange noise mixed with the sound of the wind.

It's like being chased by the BUK BUK-BUK sound-and the sound is approaching quickly.

The orange is in place.

At first he thought he was a victim of his own imagination. He imagines himself being chased by an evil scarecrow as big as a house.

"Yes, geez!" The orange muttered to scold himself.

The girl turned around. And saw Magenta running towards him.

Why'd he come back? think Orange.

And why is he scared?

The guy's face looked tense.

Did he intercept a walking scarecrow?

Stopit! Orange reprimanded itself.

Magenta rushed to the orange. His heavy boots clucked on the surface of the wet ground. His sheepskin coat was not covered, and fluttered as he ran.

Not Magenta! Orange realized. Magenta doesn't wear a hairy coat. It is parka.