Bebegigs
Chapter 12's

The orange lights up the ceiling, and looks around the sitting room.

A magazine on the sofa. Besides, everything is where it should be.

The orange leans against the door, takes off the boots and keeps them in the corner. Then the girl took off her coat and put it on the sofa. His eyes stopped at his mother's door.

Door's open. But the room is dark.

The orange rushed across the room and peered into his mother's room. "Ma?" he called slowly.

There's no answer.

Orang-orang went into his mother's room. "Ma? Mama's here?" He fumbled at the lights on the dresser, and finally managed to turn it on. "Mrs...?"

Hmm, it turns out that he has not slept, thought Orange.

Her mother's bed was empty.

"Ma? Where's mama?" Orange cried out loudly. He turned and left his mother's room.

"Ohhh!" The orange squealed as its feet stepped on something. Something cold and wet seeped through his socks.

"Huh?" Orange looked down and saw a puddle of cold water on the bedroom floor. "Where did this puddle come from?" he muttered. Suddenly he felt worried.

"Ma?" he called out as he rushed into the sitting room. "Ma? Where's mama?"

The orange started to panic.

Where's mama going?

He was about to head to the kitchen, but suddenly he heard a crackling sound from the front door.

Well, no one wants to come into my house! The orange held its breath as the door opened slowly. And he saw his mother.

The woman stepped in while she brushed off the yellow flakes of acacia flowers attached to her long black coat. Ragnala looked at his daughter with a smile. But his smile instantly vanished when he saw the look on the girl's face. "Jangga—ada what?"

"A---a--a..." Orange stuttering. "Ma-Mama from where? I was so scared earlier, "he took off his coat.

"You didn't read Mama's pesen? Mama is going to miss the pesen!"

"Huh? The pesen? What pesen?"

"Mama tempelin kok on the refrigerator door," Ragnala said. "So morning Mama was acquainted with a married couple, they were friendly. They stopped by, kept telling Mama to have coffee together."

"Oh. Good," said Orange raahu. His heart is still beating fast.

"Why are you so scared?" Ragnala asked as he hung his coat in the closet. he tidied his high, sagging bun.

"Ehm, I went into Mama's room earlier. Nyariin Mama's. I continued to stomp in a puddle of cold water on the floor" replied Jingga.

"Watering? Let's see first, " said Ragnala.

Orange walked to her mother's room and pointed to the wet spot on the floor.

Ragnala looked up at the ceiling. "Maybe the roof is leaking," he muttered. "Tomorrow morning we shall check."

"Kirain because of the scarecrow," said Jingga. "I know it doesn't make sense, but I'm thinking maybe he'll come into our house. I mean, if he keeps getting in here..." Orange was silent as soon as he saw the look on his mother's face. His mouth was gaping and he was suffocating stifled.

"Until, what do you mean?" Ragnala asked with an urgent tone. "What story did you hear from your new friends? Any more bullshit about Jurig Bebegig?"

"Yes," Orange confessed. "I heard the story of the Twins of Dewangga with Magenta, they were new acquaintances I. They told me about a scarecrow who said to live in a sacred cave on the top of the mountain. They said..."

"Yes, anyway," said Jingga. "But Magenta was equally afraid. They really believe the same story. Lord until please let me not come to the sacred cave."

"It feels good advice" said Ragnala. la across the room and placed one hand on the shoulders of the Orange. "It's better if you don't climb to the top of the mountain, honey."

"Why?" ask Orange.

"There must be something dangerous up there" his mother said. "I mean Mama is not a scarecrow that he said lived in a sacred cave. But another danger. It's a mountainous area. Must have a lot of dangerous areas." he sighed.

Orange immediately bowed.

"That's how the origin of kayak gini serem stories. Every myth has a good purpose. There may have been something wrong at the top of the mountain. But then the story changed every time it was told. For a long time so there is no one else who knows what the real events are. And now everyone finally believes the ridiculous story of a living scarecrow." Ragnala shook his head.

"Well, you've never noticed that strange scarecrow that's everywhere in this whole village?" ask Orange. "The scarecrow whose face was drawn with the same scar as the head? It's a really good effect, right? Mama didn't wonder why they made that scarecrow?"

"It is indeed an awkward tradition" Ragnala admitted. "But it's also unique. According to Mama, the scarecrow tradition is quite interesting."

"Interesting?" Orange looked at his mother while frowning.

"Anyway, Mama asked you for a promise," Ragnala said as she yawned.

"Promise?"

"You have to promise you will not go up to the top of the mountain let alone come to the sacred cave. Mama's worried that place is dangerous."

"Ehm..." Orange is a bit hesitant.

"Come, promise," Ragnala urged his daughter.

"Okay, I promise," said Orange with a heavy heart. But a few minutes later, the girl had already decided to break her promise.

The orange was lying on the bed, with its eyes closed tightly. A strange howl sounded from the top of the mountain.

What the hell sound, is that? Animal sounds? Or the human voice?

Orang-orangs are least likely to like an unsolved mystery.

I need to know the answer. I have to go up there, he said inwardly. He did not care about his promise to his mother. Anyway, I have to go to that sacred cave. He decided.

Tomorrow!

That night Orange did not dream about the scarecrow. He dreamed of a giant bat, with glowing red eyes.

Dozens of giant bats.

Bats with the largest wings he had ever seen. They started climbing each other. First without sound. But then they started hissing. It sounds really horrible. And all of a sudden everyone was wearing a black veil on their heads and necks. They clawed at each other while ramming into each other. While continuing to hiss. Until the orange finally woke up.

The morning sunlight entered through a round window at the end of his room. From below there is a smell of cooking. Apparently his mother woke up first and was already busy cooking in the kitchen.

The orange decided to climb to the top of the mountain as soon as he finished breakfast. He doesn't want to think anymore. He will go up there and solve the mystery.

Orange knows the strange man with the white beard will be a problem. If the man caught her, the man would have tried to prevent her.

It and its wolves.

But Jingga had already prepared a plan to overcome Empu Brajasena.

If Dewangga and Magenta would help…