Bebegigs
Chapter 16's

Yes, Orange decided.

Yep.

I'm gonna run home. I'll find my poetry book. And look for the second verse of the rhyme.

"Let me come back here again!" The orange exclaimed at the scarecrow. Then he turned around, breaking away from his freezing cold grip.

He ran down the mountain. And squealed in shock as it almost collided with its mother!

"Mama!" Orange screaming.

"Mama, give me a warning!" he said with a high screeching tone. "Your mother tried to kidnap you, so you wouldn't come here."

Apparently it was Mama who whispered to me at night, and warned me about the scarecrow!

Highlight Ragnala's flaming eyes reflected the fiery yellow light from the torch she was carrying. His normally pale face now appeared crimson and yellowish-fluffing. His long black coat was not buttoned, until it fluttered in the wind. The flame was winding at the end of his torch.

Ragnala carried a large black book, and held it up high. "This is what you're looking for?" he asked in low murmur.

"My poetry book?" Orange screaming.

Mother nodded.

"Mama-so-so really, huh?" Orange asked while glancing at the scarecrow. "Is he... my father?"

Ragnala's face immediately wrinkled in surprise. "Huh? Your daddy?" he exclaimed. "That's what he told you? He said he was your father? That's a lie, Orange. Big lie! Do you want Jurig's father?"

"HE'S THE ONE WHO LIED!" the voice of the scarecrow blurted.

The orange gasped in surprise.

But his mother ignored the thunderous exclamation.

"He's lying, Orange," Ragnala repeated his actions as he glanced at the scarecrow. "He's not your father. He's a bad monster! HE'S JURIG!"

"LIED!" the scarecrow again roared. The whole mountain shook.

"Grandmother of your father is indeed a magic shaman," Ragnala continued without regard to the cry of the monster. "They practice magic. But they went too far. They accidentally created a monster." Ragnala pointed at the scarecrow. He's an evil monster," he repeated as he gritted his teeth. "He's Jurig Bebegig!"

The orange stuttered, staring at his mother and the scarecrow with round eyes and mouth.

"When your grandmother and your father realized what they were doing, they were devastated. They sealed the monster in the cave. Not long after, your father disappeared. So Mama same grandma you take you away from this village. We ran to save ourselves from the rottenness of this monster!"

"LADER!" shouted the scarecrow while swinging his arms. His cloak and veil flapped on his left-right, like a pair of giant bat wings. Waves of coldness continued to radiate from his body.

"That's it, don't believe him" the scarecrow pleaded. "Please, save me! I'm your father." His hand was trying to reach the orange. "Please," he said. "I know this is hard to believe. But actually your mother was the bad one. He's a magician. She, your grandmother, and also I—we're all sorcerers. I'm not evil. I'm not a monster. Please..."

"Liar!" Ragnala shrieks. He held a book of poetry in his hand as if to throw the scarecrow. "I don't have magical powers!" Ragnala. Then bend down, stick his torch on the ground, then sit cross-legged under the torchlight. "I don't know any spell! I'm not a witch!" he opened the book in his hand. The mist she turned page by page. "I'm not a magician. I brought this book because I knew the secret. I know how to make you a scarecrow forever!"

The scarecrow is still trying to reach for the orange. "That's it, save me. Before it was too late," he begged.

Moving orange View. For a moment he looked at his mother, and then he turned to the scarecrow.

Who am I supposed to trust? thought.

Who among them is lying?

Suddenly he got an idea.

The orange snatched a book of poetry from his mother's hand.

"That's!" Ragnala screeched.he immediately jumped forward to reclaim the book of poetry.

Attraction also happens. The pages of the old book were torn apart and flew away in the wind. Its thick cover is cracked.

The torch flares and almost goes out.

Ragnala swung her hand about to grab the book. But the orange is faster.

Ragnala took a step forward. He looked at the scarecrow, and stopped walking. "Orang! You made a big mistake!" exciting Ragnala.

The orange started flipping through the pages of the old book while leaning against the cave wall. "I'll see you that way, '" he said determinedly. "And I will read the second verse. It's the only way I can know who's right."

"THANK YOU, MY DAUGHTER!" the scarecrow said with a thunderous voice.

Ragnala protested. "Mama don't lie, Orange!" yells. "This whole time Mama took care of you, ngegedein you. How could Mama lie to you?"

But Orange has made up his mind. I must read the second verse, his resolve. It's the only way to know who's telling the truth and who's lying.

"He's a wicked monster, Orange!" exciting Ragnala.

The scarecrow stood still. Without saying anything he watched the orange flip through the pages of the book of poetry.

Where's that rhyme?

Where's rhyme?

Where!

Orange looks. "Ma...?"

Ragnala leaned over and picked up a piece of paper from the ground.

Orange saw him smiling as he read the words written on the paper.

The wind made his coat flutter. Eyes twinkling. "So, Mama can't let you read this poem" he said.

"So, the paper you're holding...?" exciting Orange.

"You can't read this" Ragnala said. And then he threw the paper into the abyss.

The orange squealed in surprise. He watched the paper drift past the edge of the cliff.

Wretch! thought.

He will never know how the second stanza sounds. The paper will be lost in the wind. And he'll never see her again.

But the girl again screeched the wind blew the paper back up again. Floating towards the Orange!

Quickly the girl caught him. Still amazed he stared at the paper. And before his mother took back the paper, he read the verse of the two verses:

"Sanggeus raat cihujan…"

"They're going!" shout Ragnala. He jumped towards the orange. And swinging his hand, he snatched the paper from his daughter's hand. And tear it apart.

The scarecrow groaned stifled. He bends. Trying to catch Ragnala. But late.

Tear of paper fell into the abyss.

"Ma--why?" said Orange with a raucous voice.

"Mom don't want you to do that" he replied. "He's a monster, Orange. He's not your father. He can't be free."

"Lied!" the scarecrow insisted. "He doesn't want you to know me, Orange. He doesn't want you to know your own father. He wants me to be forever trapped in this sacred cave."

The orange turned back to its mother.

Ragnala's face looks hard. He looked at his daughter coldly.

The orange took a deep breath. "Ma, I need to know who's real" the girl told her mother.

"Mama can't lie to you" Ragnala insisted.

"I have to make sure of it myself" said Orange. "I've read the last line of the rhyme. Before Mama robs and rips the paper. I know the whole rhyme, Ma."