Bebegigs
Chapter 20's

Orange spent the rest of the afternoon helping her parents. Lots of work to do in their new home— especially after his father went down the mountain and decided to stay together.

When the sun comes down behind the mountain, Ragnala starts making dinner. Some of the fish caught by Empu Brajasena fizzed on the grill, smoke billowing up the high weeds that curved through the wind.

Empu Brajasena lives to farm and fish. That was the only thing he did to survive in his small village. Sometimes he goes hunting with his pet wolf.

Unlike his mother's lifestyle in the city, his father's lifestyle was a bit primitive.

It seems that from now on Orange has to adjust to his new lifestyle in the village.

After dinner the girl said goodbye and rushed upstairs to exchange clothes. Taking a quick look at the clock on her antique dresser, she realized she was too late.

He promised to meet with Dewa and Magenta in front of the post office at half-eight o'clock, to then go sightseeing to the square. It is better that they wait for me, he said inwardly, taking off his shorts and throwing them on the floor. Then he looked for his denim trousers in the closet.

Although the scarecrow terror problem has been resolved and the horror in the village has ended, but waiting alone in front of a closed post office on the edge of a deserted street is not one of his favorite activities.

she combed her long hair, her pair of eyes staring at her from the dimly-fried vanity mirror, looking at her face in the spotting mirror. He liked what he saw–-most of it. He couldn't help but wonder if he was attractive enough to attract the attention of guys.

he waved his farewell hand to his parents, who were still at the dinner table, chatting and nostalgic.

Ragnala has changed her husband's appearance despite not cutting her hair. The man was wearing jeans and a plain white flannel t-shirt. His beard had also been shaved slickly, and his shoulder-length hair was tied all the way back. Now Empu Brajasena looked ten years younger than his previous appearance.

Orange walked round to the front of the house, then half walked and half ran along the unpaved and narrow path, he rushed towards the small town below their village.

It takes about ten minutes to walk through a sandy road with high weeds, then a grassy field that is sometimes overgrown with pine and acacia trees, before finally reaching the asphalt road leading to the small town.

It was only about five minutes that Jingga left the house down the street when someone jumped out of the shadow of a high weed and snatched it violently from behind.

"God!" yelled Orange without looking towards the attacker.

He knew the guy was always surprising and scaring him.

The god pushed the orange, then ran into the street, with a mocking cry, his black eyes challenging the Orange to retaliate.

The orange dodged to the side and turned towards Magenta.

The guy emerges from the weeds following his twin. He put his hand in his pocket and smiled. Although it was not raining, he still wore his hood. His serious expression was made clear with his sharp dark eyes. He rarely laughs. He is quiet and shy, especially when compared to Gods.

Although the three of them were always together everywhere, Magenta often seemed to feel uneasy, hesitatingly following the two. He always looked embarrassed and felt tormented among them, although clearly Jingga showed an attitude that he was more comfortable near Magenta.

The god still remained grinning while standing in front of the Orange. His appearance was completely contrasted with his twin even though their faces were very identical.

The orange never felt comfortable being near the God because of his childish attitude.

But God too possessively clung to the Orange and followed it everywhere like a puppy. That attitude is what makes Magenta often feel that his presence in their midst is like a bully.

"Eh—kamu heard the howl was not Malem?" ask the God, while hugging the orange shoulder possessively.

"Hey—I can make a difference in the sound of a real wolf as a wolf so-so happen!" tukas Dewa insisted, then re-hugged the orange shoulder and they continued their steps down the winding path through the grassy field, treading the asphalt road, passing through a collection of whitewashed houses, and, passing through the post office where they made the agreement and finally arrived at the square.

The small town ends there, leading to a paved square field used for parking, then a large grassy field used for recreation and various sports.

That night, the brightly lit field was illuminated by several floodlights and dark shadows of several rides.

A Ferris wheel stood in the field, similar to a black giant that was mute. Colorful lights hung on the poles, adorning the Ferris wheel and roller coaster, as well as the game stand.

There is a night market.

The orange reached out and lowered the God's arm from his shoulder. Then look back.

Magenta was a few steps behind them.

The air was warm as they stepped on the pavement along the square and stopped to wash their eyes.

They huddled on the edge of the field, watching the dreamlike scene.

Thousands of multicolored lights made the small square appear to sparkle in the darkness.

Floodlights directed at the sky produce more shadows than light. The workers were busy in and out of the shadows.

Night market music is heard everywhere. The bell sounds ringing every time someone wins the game.

"Woy--Gen, look!" The gods point to the line of game stands. "Lu bring money?" he turned to Magenta.

Magenta reached into his jeans pocket but only pulled out the blue plastic gas lighter he always carried and shrugged.

The god turned on the orange.

"No," said Orange, his brown eyes widened. "I don't want to go for a walk in those crackers tonight. He said we'd take a walk around town, see what's here."

"Ah—ya," muttered God, while once again looking towards the game stand with longing.

Slowly they walked along the sidewalk while dragging the Gods. Once in a while they stopped to look at the merchants' stalls before crossing over to the other side.

The road in front of the square was crowded with vehicles passing by and drove slowly, the sidewalk was filled with traders' stalls and downstream the migrants who chatted, greeted each other, pacing aimlessly, and without a goal, both or in small groups.

Orange and his two friends accelerated as they crossed the parking area.

The god snatched the hands of the orange, "We're going to the waterfall, yuk!" bring him. "It's not fun here!"

Magenta blinked and bowed, then followed them without speaking.