Bebegigs
Chapter 25's

Nah! The orange tried to rebel and scream.

Then he nodded and woke up terrified. His panicked eyes swept around. There's nobody there.

But he was still at Magenta's house.

Where did everybody go? he thought in a panic, then called Magenta and his mother. Calling the Gods too.

No one's saying.

He ran to and fro all over the house looking for his owner. But there's nobody. Making the orange even more frightened.

He ventured to look at Magenta's room, opened the boy's door and peered inside.

"Yes, God!" pekik surprised.

The guy was in his room. Resuming sleep.

Why does he keep getting molasses? thought surprised.

Does he keep getting sleepy?

Like me! think Orange.

It's strange, he said in his heart. Then rushed into Magenta's room and woke the boy up.

The guy was mumbling and squirming. But not opening his eyes.

"Genta--wake!" The orange shook the guy's body. "Udah afternoon, you know!"

The guy blinked and opened his eyes. Looking at the orange with surprise. But then a short sigh and forced a smile. "You haven't come home yet?" tanyanya rasp.

"I fell asleep on the couch until late afternoon" grumbled Orange. "It's not that waking up is even left asleep too."

"I'm not feeling well. It was so sleepy," said Magenta, pulling his body with great difficulty. "Don't know. The body feels so limp as if there's no bone."

Same, thought Orange. I've been feeling that way all day, too.

What happened to us exactly?

I have to ask my father! he decided.

"I'm home, huh?" The orange finally died.

Magenta suddenly grabbed her wrist, but then stuttered.

The orange also stuttered.

Their eyes met for a long time. Look at each other without talking.

Magenta lowered his legs from the bed, then looked up as he pulled the orange closer, his hands curled around the girl's waist. His heart was pounding wanting to hug the girl. But then just stammered, suddenly losing her courage. His face blushed as he tried to smile and said, "Mmm!" bring him.

Orange smiled back and nodded.

"We met half-eight" Magenta added.

Orange nodded again, then turned away from Magenta's room, returned to the living room, then ran home breathlessly.

He almost hugged me, his mind was pounding.

Too bad, he thought. There is no God. We were alone for a whole day. And we just slept all day. Uninspiring.

The time had already shown at six o'clock when he reached home, greeted by the sharp gaze of his parents.

Orange gulped and bowed.

In the end, do not ask about what happened to him, dare to look at his father's face just not.

They passed the dinner together without speaking and the orange said goodbye without daring to raise his face.

He rushed to his room and changed his clothes, then hurriedly left.

"Where else are you going?" asked his father half-piercing.

"I want to go to the mallem market" said Orange without looking.

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The orange runs through the tumultuous passageways between the booms, automatic gunfire, space war, and roaring car races in the dimly lit room.

he felt that the twins were near the back of a flickering row of pinball machines, trying to cram a thousand rupiahs into the game's coin exchange machine.

The piece of rupiah just entered half into the gap, then rolled out again. The guy tried again.

"Gen—" call Orange Unsure.

The magenta?

Or Insects?

When the guy finally manages to get the game coin and turns around, Jingga realizes that the guy is not a Magenta-also not an Innocent, despite being both big-boiled, pointy-faced, and lily-haired.

They're not here.

The orange returned to the road, opening the roll of his faded green sweater arm and the rest of his long hair behind, which felt wet and heavy due to the damp air.

The fog floated and settled down from the mountain, forming strange moving shadows under the street lights.

While searching for the twins, Jingga turned her eyes to the square, filled with visitors in and out of restaurants and shops. They emerged from behind the fog, suddenly apparent, then quickly disappeared back into the fog, as if stepping through a thick curtain.

Where the hell are they? Curious orange, glanced at his watch for the thousandth time.

Lost in the fog? la looked into the crowd, quickly his eyes checked the brightly lit merchant's stalls, then pulled over to give way to the middle-aged couple who were about to enter. Magenta is not there.

That guy should have met him twenty minutes ago. The plan is to meet in front of the post office as usual, then go to the waterfall again and rejoin his friends.

"Hei—Groo!"

The orange spins expectantly. "Magenta?"

Apparently not.

That's the guys he met at the campfire near the waterfall. Anes and Mutual.

Orange waved towards them.

"You are beautiful today!" said one of them. Then they disappeared into the low fog.

I looked beautiful, thought Jingga. la and Magenta had spent the whole afternoon inside the house, he had even forgotten to take a shower before leaving. What is beautiful?

Now he was sweating, feeling hot even though the night was foggy and cold.

So where's Magenta? He really doesn't care about me, the breakup. Every time I have to wait for him. And then he showed up without apologizing.

Usually he just says, "Sori I'm late. There's a little business." And that's certainly okay.

The glimmer of heat he felt now was not due to not having time to take a bath - but because of anger.

Magenta is a little more calm than Dewangga, he thought. But perhaps their nature really makes no difference. Both are equally less mature.

Orange stepped into the corner and peered down, one of the two crossroads in the small town.

I don't want to wait for Magenta all this holiday, he thought.

While looking at the darkness on the street under the crossroad lights created by the wisps of fog, suddenly Orange felt himself being watched. he turned around and saw a tall, skinny guy with a black long-sleeved shirt and dark-colored straight-piped jeans.

The man was standing in the opposite corner in front of a cigarette shop.

The fog curtain seemed to be blushing in front of him, and when he stepped under the white light of the street lamp, the orange could see it almost clearly.

he looked very handsome, his hair was shoulder-length curls, his skin was white, his face was pointy and serious, his eyes were black.he turned his gaze when he realized Orange was looking back at him.

He looks like an actor or a model, thought Orange. He's almost too cute. I wondered if the guy was waiting for someone.

Then the fog seemed to be close around him, and he became alone, a darkness that dwelt among the moving darkness.