Bebegigs
Chapter 11's

"Dewa—why are you still outside?" exciting Orange. "Now it's too bad!"

The gods do not. Breathing gasps.

The orange saw his chest expand and deflate behind his coat.

The man looked at Orange suspiciously. "He told you, huh?" he asked with a breath of surprise.

"What?" They moved behind a large tree to shelter from the wind. "Dewa—what's up, anyway?" Orange asked back

"Magenta is a story, right?" The god repeated the question. "He told you about the scarecrow?" he pointed to the top of the mountain.

"Ehm.yeah," replied Jingga hesitatingly. A drop of water fell from the tree and hit the front of the girl's coat. He immediately brushed it off. "Oh, God, you're crazy, aren't you? It's so cold here! Your coat is closed, cake!" Orange scolds him.

"Magenta knows nothing," God spoke up again, ignoring the reprimand of Orange. His breath is still running. "He didn't know I'd ever met. He doesn't know if I ever saw the scarecrow myself."

The orange stared at the God with wide eyes. "You mean, have you ever seen a living scarecrow?"

Gods nodded. "Yes. I've seen him. But that's not the most common."

"Didn't you? Well, there's a God-indeed, which is even more so than that?"

The god stared at the orange sharply. His dark hair was fluttering in the wind. But his eyes didn't blink.

"Is there anything more terrible than that?" Orange repeated the question.

"The most terrible thing" said the Lord, "is that scarecrow has seen me!"

The wind roared among the trees.

The orange drags the god beside one of the houses near them. They both leaned against the wall.

Shivering, God finally zipped his coat.

"Goda—maaf! But the story makes no sense, "The orange insisted. "Where is it possible..."

"Wait until you hear what's going on" the Lord pleaded. "After that you can determine for yourself what my story really does not make sense." he again shakes. "He's seen me, Orange. That scarecrow saw me. He knows who I am. He knows I saw him. That's why I'm horrified."

"But, God..." Orange wants to argue.

But the God immediately raised one hand, telling the orange to be silent. "Wait." she took a deep breath. "It happened a few weeks ago. The three of me are the same, we go up to the top of the mountain. We want to see the sacred cave. So we infiltrated the hut of Empu Brajasena."

"Wait a minute" Orange interrupted. "What does Empu Brajasena have to do with all this?"

"He always prevented everyone who wanted to go to the sacred cave" replied the God. "He never wanted to let anyone know about the place. Her guy is weird. People say he's like a scarecrow. He protected the scarecrow in a way that drove the villagers."

"But you guys managed to pass by Empu Brajasena?" ask Orange.

Gods nodded. "yeah. I'm the same friends who managed to break through Empu Brajasena's guard. We managed to get up to the mouth of the sacred cave. That time I saw the sacred cave."

"What's the cave?" Orange asked.

The god moved both hands to describe the shape of the cave. "They are big, on the side of the mountain" he said. "Everything from the stone is a shiny slippery item. Exactly like agate stone color item. The mouth of the cave was wide and pitch-black. And at the top hung long stone protrusions, similar to canines. The edges are pointed, tajem is like a knife."

"Well, um," the gods confirmed. "But we don't think it's beautiful anymore after the scarecrow shows up."

The orange looked at the God and observed his face. "So you really see a living scarecrow?"

Gods nodded. "Suddenly we heard a rumbling sound. And the ground began to begetter. I was just as scared. We think there is an earthquake, a landslide, or maybe the mountain wants to erupt, anyway, that's it! I ran downstairs. But I'm above. And I keep seeing him. The scarecrow was barking its head at the mouth of the cave. On his face was a long scar. He's left-right. And he just kept on roaring out loud. And-later I ran, too,"

Orange frowned, trying to imagine the shape of the scarecrow based on the explanation of God.

God continued. Breathing gasps. "I ran into Empu Brajasena's cabin. Keep running until the foot of the mountain. Don't you dare go back."

"Keep, how are you?" ask the gods.

"They wait below" said the Lord. "That abbis, we go straight to each other's homes. And we never talk about this again."

"Why?" Orange wants to know.

"Maybe it's because we're too horrified" the God said as he lowered his head. "We never talked about it again. Magenta I never told you either." he looked back at Orange. "But lately I've been dreaming a lot" he confessed. "I often have nightmares about the scarecrow. Even every mallem."

Orange returned the man's gaze without knowing what to say. His whole body was shaking. Is it because of the cold air? Orange wonders. Or because of fear?

It seems that the God is waiting for the Orange to say something.

"God, this incident you never told Magenta. Why am I the one you tell me?" ask Orange.

"Let you believe," the God replied in a serious tone. "You're new here, Orange. You must think this is bullshit. But anyway you can't come to the sacred cave."

"But, God.." said Orange.

"You don't believe Magenta's story, do you?" The god asked half-accusedly. "You can't believe what Magenta says."

"Ehm..." Orange silent.

"So I'm waiting for you" the god explained. "I was deliberately waiting for you to be able to suffer my experience with you. Do you believe me, Orange? Do you believe I saw the scarecrow?"

"E-do it," said the doubting orange.

The wind still blows.

Orange fumbled his nose and cheeks. His whole face was numb. "I have to go home" he told the gods.

The guy grabbed the arm of the orange coat. "That is, do not go to the sacred cave," he begged. "You must trust me, Orange. I'm not lying!"

Orange jerked his arm. Then he immediately ran towards the terrace of his house, across the yard. "Back, God!" He cried out to the gods. "Get in before you freeze out here!"

The orange ran to the house. It felt good to run without thinking about anything, he thought. But running across the strong winds accompanied by thick fog turned out to be quite difficult. Every few steps he felt like he was losing his way.

His legs felt very sore when the orange reached home. The girl opened the front door. Unexpectedly, the entire house was pitch black.

Orange took off the gloves and glanced at his watch.

It's only nine o'clock. Is Mama sleeping? thought. My mom usually sleeps after midnight.