Bebegigs
Chapter 2's

It took them a long time to unload the entire van.

After the last cardboard they cut into the hut, Ragnala picked up the pot. Then he made a hot drink—chocolate in a small stove of ancient models in the kitchen.

"Comfortable," Ragnala said once more and smiled. But his dark eyes continued to observe his daughter's face. It seems that he is trying to research whether or not Orange is happy. "More or less the angel in the dalem here," he said while holding his hot chocolate cup. His cheeks were still reddish due to the cold air biting.

Orange nodded without spirit. Actually, he wanted to be happier. But it can't. He kept thinking about his friends in Jakarta. He wondered if they were going to go watch a basketball game tonight. All his friends are basketball crazy like him.

Now I will rarely play basketball here, he thought sadly. The average farmer family. Maybe the kids here don't even know what basketball is. Even if people here like basketball, there are not enough kids to make a team.

"You won't get cold up there" Ragnala told his daughter. His words spread the orange reverie. He pointed to the low ceiling.

In their new home there is only one bedroom. And the room will be used by the mother of Orange. The Orange Room is an attic under the roof.

"I want to look up first" said Jingga as she pushed her chair back.

The only way to reach the room is through a wooden staircase that leans against the wall. The orange climbs it, pushes the hole-covering board on the ceiling, then pulls its body up.

The place is comfortable. His mother chose the right word.

His ceiling was so low that he could not stand up straight. A dim light enters through a round window at the end of the room.

Bowing, Orange approached the window and looked out. Some of the glasses are covered in dew. But he could still see the streets and small houses lined up on both sides.

There's nobody outside. Doesn't look like anyone.

It must be all working in the fields or in the fields, he thought.

Coincidentally, it is now the end of the semester, the school is closed here. He and his mother had passed through the school building when they had just arrived. The building is small and not terraced like the school building in Jakarta. Made of gray stone. It is about the size of a garage for two cars.

How many classmates will I have? ask the orange in your heart. Three or four people? Or maybe the student is just me? Do people here speak Indonesian?

Orange gulps. Then scolded himself because nothing was prejudiced.

Excited little dong, Orange, his inner self-sustained. Cipagenggang is a beautiful little village. Who knows, you might meet some fun new friends here.

While looking down, Orange returned to the stairs. The ceiling will be filled with posters, he said in his heart. That way this room becomes more beautiful. Who knows, I might be happier too.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" ask her mother and crawl down the stairs. She pulled her hair back.

"So. Before unloading things, Mama wants to fix up in the kitchen while cooking for our dinner. You go for a walk, so you can better know the area here."

A few minutes later the orange was outside. He pulled the hood of his coat to tighten it, then slipped his hand into the glove. After that he waited until his eyes got used to seeing within the layer of fog that enveloped the entire place.

Hmm, what way is it going? Orange asked in the heart. He had seen the school building, department store and post office at the bottom of his new home. So he decided to walk up, towards the top of the mountain.

The road is wet but the black surface of the asphalt feels bad when stepped on. The heel of the orange boots felt like it was sticky on the surface of the asphalt and left a clucking sound every time he lifted it as he leaned over to defy the wind and started to climb uphill.

In the middle of the road were two large holes that were almost like a pond. Orange walked around the road hole to avoid puddles.

He passed two houses that were about the size of his house now. Both houses looked dark and empty.

Orange waved his hand towards the cat. But the cat did not react at all.

He still hasn't seen anyone.

The wind blows, the longer it gets cold. The road also grew steep. Houses on the side of the road are becoming rarer.

The grasses on the left-right of the road glittered as the cloud layers unfolded and allowed the sun to shine on the earth.

The view is suddenly so beautiful!

Orange turned around and looked at the row of houses she had passed by.

It was beautiful, he thought amazed. I could be very comfortable living here.

"www!" The orange squealed as icy cold fingers clutched its neck from behind. He immediately turned around and broke away from the freezing cold clutches of his hands.

In front of him, stood a man who was grinning wide. He wore a brown sheepskin jacket and a red-green knit hat. "Shock, huh?" He asked the orange. His smile grew wider.

And before the orange could answer, another man emerged from behind the bushes. He wears a coat and gloves that are both black. "Don't care about the gods" he said as he pulled his hair back. "He's a silly man!"

"Thanks for the praise," continued the God while grinning again.

Their faces are very similar.

The orange suspects they are twin brothers. They were both taper-faced like a migi doll, straight-haired and dark-eyed.

"You're the new kid?" ask God. He stared at the orange while squinting his eyes.

"God likes to take on new kids" the other guy explained as he shook his head. "He thought it was funny."

"Abis what else is there to do besides fear?" dewa Sahut. His smile simultaneously dimmed.

Freak, thought Orange. Then introduce yourself, "I'm Orange."

Their names are Dewangga and Magenta.

"We live there" the god told me, pointing to the white house. "Where do you live?"

The orange pointed to the road. "Below" he answered. He was about to ask something, but immediately fell silent when he saw the scarecrow they were making.

Next to his arm stretched out to the side, the other pointed upwards. On his head was the same sheath cloth, his clothes were also the same-a loose-robed Indian black color that was up to the surface of the ground. His face was also covered with charcoal. His lips were made to grin and like a scar.

"The scarecrow.." Orange stammered. "It's like a scarecrow across from my house."

Dewangga's smile dimmed.

Magenta immediately turned his face and bowed.