Bebegigs
Chapter 22's

Magenta directed his gaze toward the dark sky, appearing as a bat swooping and gliding, disappearing into the thick clouds, then suddenly flying low enough to be seen again.

Bats are harmless, he told himself. They eat insects.

But the flaps of his wings sounded very close, echoing in the steep rock hill, and the loud sound of his tasting made Magenta shudder.

He stepped wide, the wet ground slipping into his rubber slippers.

It stopped.

he is no longer alone.

There's someone there. Behind her. Behind those bushes.

he hasn't seen anyone. He just felt it.

la know.

The sound of the braids above his head grew louder, drew closer, then disappeared instantly. The wind blowing from across the field of thatch fluttered his long-sleeved sweatshirt.

Magenta.

And saw the girl looking at him.

he stood not far from the rock, barefoot. As he walked towards Magenta, the field of weeds suddenly appeared to be bright, and Magenta could see the girl clearly as under the scorching sun.

she is beautiful, Magenta thought fascinated.

"Gen—" the girl hissed softly, greeting him softly, her voice as if stuck in the throat, her face blushing at Magenta with trembling eyelids.

She recognize me? Magenta frowned, watching the girl with squinted eyes.

The girl walked towards Magenta. Her lips twitched forcing a smile.

"That's!" Magenta.

"So I didn't see you" he said stammering. By the way no becus, his mind nags itself, it feels like he wants to sink into the bushes and never be seen again. "Sir.I mean..."

"I was straying," said Jingga, walking closer, close enough that Magenta could see how pale his face was, close enough that Magenta could even smell his perfume, the scent of mint and green tea.

"Well! The rambour?"

The girl nodded, her thin lips throbbing from crying.

Both of the girls eyes look haphazard. It's only fitting that I don't recognize him, Magenta thought. "Where are you from?" tanyanya.

The girl bowed, "I'm still eating lunch for Papa" she said half sobbing. "But the right to go home just muters in the fields until late afternoon."

She's the prettiest girl I've ever met, Magenta thought. And she was still beautiful despite being in the middle of the rice field, even while crying. Then he realized he was struggling. While blushing he turned his gaze to the side, sweeping through the weeds field and before he could decide. Before he can say anything. Before he realized what was happening, his trembling orange arm suddenly pulled him closer and hugged him.

Magenta almost fell in shock. Heart's popping.

"I was afraid," Jingga sizzled softly and desperately, sobbing as she buried her face in Magenta's chest. The scent of mint and green tea emanated from the girl's body, invading Magenta's smell as if surrounding her.

"Ng-it's okay. There's me!" Magenta.

Why does my voice sound so stuck and stuck in my throat?

"Come, go home!" whispered raucous. He touched the two shoulders of Orange carefully, then stroked the back of the girl's head with trembling hands as it fluttered.

I was alone with my dream girl in a quiet place, away from the crowd, away from everyone's sight, away from God's attention, and I just said let's go home. Sucks.

Should I take her to the saung and chat for a while?

Should I just tell her how I feel and ask her if she wants to be my girlfriend?

Will he answer yes?

Will he laugh at me?

He suddenly felt dizzy, but he forced himself to walk while hugging his orange shoulder.

Then they heard the sound of the braid, followed by a mysterious shrill shrill.

They heard it at the same time. The flaps of the wings are very low and very close above their heads.

Then a dark shadow fell from the sky.

At first the shadow, then appeared a creature that clawed and squeaked.

he screamed and raised his hand.

Be late.

Screeching like a car siren that could not be turned off, the bat stuck its claws into orange hair.

"Oh! Help me!" he could feel the bat's wings flapping slapping his head, the creature's warm body hitting him, the creature entangled his hair, thrashing, tearing, scratching.

"Please—please!"

He closed his eyes, knelt on the roosters, wriggling his hands over his head in despair.

The creature hissed and clawed, thrashing about trying to free itself from the twists of its long hair.

Then Magenta bowed, lashing out with his hands.

That shrill squeak echoed between her hair. The bat's wings were hitting hard.

Then, accompanied by the final grin of pain, the bat broke free and left, silently soaring inward into the glove.

"It's okay," said Magenta calming Orange down, trying to sound reassuring. "Bats are harmless!"

Orange jumps to its feet. Even though he knew the bat was gone, the impact of the creature's body on his head and the strike of his wings could still be felt.

The field is rumbling loudly. The roar surrounded him, coming from all sides. His ears were smothered, but the rumbling continued, as if it were inside his head!

Suddenly, he realized that the voice was coming from him. He was screaming hysterically.

And suddenly the entire expanse of reeds began to sway. The path below him moved.

No. gabe.

The rover didn't move.

I'm the one who's moving.

he ran fiercely across the rice field, away from the fields, away from the path, until his breath was wheezing, his chest hurt, and he could not shout anymore now.

Run, run continue—ke in the arms of the Gods.

"That's!" exclaims Gods. "What's wrong?"

Orange hugged the God firmly, waiting for the pounding of his heart to stop racing, waiting for his chest to stop wheezing, waiting for the disappearance of the feeling as if the bat's claws were even getting stuck in his hair.

"What's wrong? Say it!" the God asked, hugging him tightly, giving him protection.

"Magenta—" he finally managed to make a sound, while attaching his forehead to the warmth of the Gods long-sleeved T-shirt. "In--he's still behind."

"Magenta?" God raised his voice. "Who are you with her?"

"Not him!" sergah Orange quickly. "But bats. There's a giant bat…"

"Continue?" ask the impatient God.

"Fly to my head. Keep getting your hair twisted. He squeaks. So stormy. I'm panicking. He's trapped. I can't take that bat off. Continue Magenta—"

"Keep Magenta diem? Don't you want to call you?" cut God.

"Ng—no! That's not it!" Orange stuttering. "He who pulled off the bat" said Orange, pointing behind him without looking. "But I left him that way!"

The god let out a short sigh, "It turns out just so," without a burden.

The orange breaks away from the embrace of the God and turns to summon Magenta.

"Ge—" he's strangling stifled.

There's no one there.

Suddenly the whole place looked foggy. The orange can barely see anything.

"Where is he?" ask Orange worried. He turned around in a jolt.

But the God snatched his shoulder. "Have a son!" sergeant. "He's on the road!"

"But—"

"Udah!" Gods insist. "He must have followed, really!"