Bebegigs
Chapter 24's

"Where are you?" ask Empu Brajasena, while heading to the kitchen table wearing black white striped mambo pants that he always wears at home. Still sleepy, he poured a cup of coffee.

Orange was up early in the morning, before eight o'clock, and felt still tired. "Drowsiness," he said, opening the refrigerator and taking a carton of orange juice.

"Very descriptive" his father quipped. He stood beside the kitchen table, sipped his coffee, looked out the window at the sun in the clear sky.

Ragnala was bending over in the sink in the corner of the kitchen, washing the yam without speaking— as usual.

"I'm really still sleepy" said Jingga.

His father immediately turned his head, "You slept from six in the afternoon!" sergeant.

"I know this is strange" said Jingga. "But I don't know why it feels like my sleep is lacking. Whereas semalem sleepku pules until dream wrapped around tree roots. Until I woke up, the twists were still feeling. But strangely I can't be teared."

"Don't drink from the carton," his father scolded. "Take your own glass."

"I just want a little" said Orange, returning the cardboard to the refrigerator, next to his mouth with the back of his hand. "Semalem Magenta isn't here?"

Empu Brajasena took a quick look at the wall clock before replying. Half ten. "Nothing."

"Because I left him that way, I just want to know if he's okay."

"Papa hasn't seen him today" said his father, yawning. "Would you like to go to the rice field today?"

"Other times, me!" answer Orange quickly. "Today I'm going to Genta's house. Apologize to see how he is."

"Why are there still legions in the yard?" exclaimed Empu Brajasena while pointing out the window.

"Huh?" The orange spontaneously jumped up to the window. "Where?"

"Flying text. You're late!"

"Papa's sure it wasn't Papa's rebig that flew from the clothesline?" Orange joking. Rebig means gardening clothes. "Alem blanket I can also fly!"

"Ah, Papa forgot today must be a masang atep," Empu Brajasena muttered while shaking her head. While carrying his coffee cup, he opened the kitchen door and exited to the back porch. "Aren't you at the boys' house?" it's screaming from outside. He is building additional rooms to enlarge their homes. Maybe an extra bedroom, I don't know.

"No, Magenta used to get up early" said Jingga, rushing out of the house.

His father noticed the girl's back with his eyebrows intertwined.

A few minutes later, he reached Magenta's house and knocked on the door five times before Magenta's mother opened it. "Ah—<TAG1>hm, Mom. Magenta around?"

"Eh, Neng Jingga," Magenta's mother replied with a sting. "I'm sorry, I was in the back." For a while he waited for his breath to regrow. "Magenta is not awake. He came home really bad. Wait, I woke up first."

"Basar kebluk," said Orange, glancing at the wall clock.

Magenta has always been diligent in waking up this morning all this time. Since when did he molest continue until ten and a quarter?

he heard the sound of Magenta's bedroom door being knocked over by his mother. Then he heard the woman sinking into Magenta's room to wake him up.

After waiting a long time. The orange finally heard the approaching step, then Magenta's voice, hoarse and still sleepy. "Hi" said the guy with withered eyelids.

"Magenta? You're still sleeping, aren't you?"

Silence moment. "Yes. I think." he yawned.

"Sorry, yeah. Yesterday I left you. I was scared to death. You're okay, right?"

Magenta. "I'm stuck in that field, like you."

"Huh?" The orange cannot hide its surprise. The gods say Magenta knows the way.

"I'm just muters in the same place" Magenta continued.

Magenta. "I don't know" he groaned, his voice still hoarse.

"How did you get out?" cecar Orange. Curious.

"I met Grandma.

"Whose grandmother?" Orange frowned.

"I don't know" Magenta replied as he sat slumped on the sofa, on the side of the orange. Then curled himself down and put his head on the girl's thigh.

"Heeeh," Orange growled at her, though she could not cover up her feelings of pleasure. Magenta has always been very shy and misbehaved all this time. The man's spoiled attitude made his heart flower.

He gave a smile as he looked at Magenta's face which began to close. It would be nice if he dared to behave like this at all times. Especially when they are with God.

Magenta always succumbed before the Gods. And it makes the orange feel trapped between the two.

I like you, Stupid! the word orange in the heart. Prefer you over the gods.

Although their faces made no difference, Orange could tell the difference between the two in just a glance, through the tremors in his heart.

He was always pounding when he saw Magenta. But never felt anything when he saw the God, even when the guy was clinging possessively to him.

Sounds of a smooth snoring.

Magenta fell asleep in his lap.

He smiled while his eyes were sleepy. Magenta's regular breathing makes him feel comfortable and fall asleep. Falling asleep in a sitting position with the head looking up limp on the back of the sofa.

I don't know how long he slept when he felt his thighs being pressed.

Maybe Magenta had woken up, he thought. I don't know why he had trouble opening his eyes. His eyelids were heavy and he was still drowsy.

His thigh now feels gripped.

Perhaps Magenta was sighing with his body raised with his hands resting on his thighs, Jingga concluded.

But it doesn't seem like it.

The hand crept slowly to the base of his thigh, slipping to the sidelines of his thigh.

The orange gulped and groaned, but its voice was stuck in the throat. His eyelids were shaking but still closed. Like there is an adhesive that makes her eyelashes linked and attached to each other until her eyes are difficult to open.

Shortly afterwards he felt a hot breath tickle his neck, then something warm and wet landed on his neck, creeping slowly between breaths.

Is Magenta kissing me? thought palpitating.

Simultaneously, the hand that slipped between his thighs was already groaning the sensitive part with the pressure that managed to make the girl jump.

This is not true, thought Orange in panic. But also lulled. His blood rippled profusely pumping his heart until it exploded.

Magenta, no! the screech is only in the heart. His mouth was open but not a word slid out. Only moans are held back as Magenta's finger moves inward.

I can't believe he did it in the living room of his house, ' thought Orange.

But over time the movement felt strange. The man's fingers were elongated and kept creeping around his body.

Not Magenta! Orange realized.

Anything that moves it is not like a human hand. It felt like the tendrils of the vines wrapped around it, the longer it felt the more it tightened, suffocating it.