Bebegigs
Chapter 26's

Magenta I gave him five minutes to go, Jingga decided, furiously pacing between the corner of the street and in front of a row of game stalls. After that I will go home. It's a bad start to this holiday, he thought.he decided he had to be strict with Magenta.

There are two types of people in the world who are always on time and who are never on time. The orange is always on time. And if they want to enjoy a fun vacation, break it up while pacing, Magenta must be on time as well.

While glancing at his watch, he was already about to stop his wait when a hand touched the shoulder of his sweater.

he was surprised, then turned around, hoping to see Magenta.

But it turned out that he saw a pair of black eyes staring at him sharply at the handsome face of the guy he had seen just across the street.

"Hi" said the guy. "Sori. I'm freaking out, aren't I?"

"No," Orange lied. "I mean–-not."

"You lost something?" ask the guy. "I've noticed you're here since, I think..." His voice disappeared. His gaze was fixed on the eyes of the orange.

"No. I have lost nothing" said Orange with a sigh. "I'm waiting for you."

"Oh. Sora." The guy took a step back.

He might not be a village boy here, Jingga guessed. His skin looks clean. Really good again.

he flashed a timid smile at Orange "I don't mean to disturb you."

"It's okay," said Jingga. la realized he didn't want the boy to leave. "You're not a native of this village, are you?" tanyakanya.

The guy shook his head. "I am from a neighboring village, south of the mountain. But I used to hang out in this square. Many of my students live here."

"Oh" said Orange. "By the way," he continued rather clumsyly, "my name is Orange."

"Yasa," said the man as he reached out and shook his hand.

"Yasa? Your name is.unique," commented Orange.

The guy stooped his smile. "You mean... Strange?"

Orange chuckled and shook his head. "Your name is not like the natives" said Jingga.

"What cooking?" Yasa smiled faintly. "That's short for Tirtayasa."

"Oh," Orange blushed.

he was very thin, half the size of the twins, but a little taller.he looked into the eyes of Orange and seemed reluctant to leave. Aftershave or maybe the fruit-scented cologne he uses smelled orange nose, sweet and strange as the smell of bat—bau codot!

Orange has a heavy crush on him, more than just interested because of his cute looks.

The orange had to concentrate hard to listen to his words.

"Maybe you're confused or something. Does he know you're supposed to meet here?"

Orange nodded. "We should meet at the post office, continue to go to the mallem market. I was waiting a long time at the post office, already muters in the mallem market.maybe they are on to Curug," said Jingga while thinking.

Why does he suddenly feel uncertain?

Yasa advanced closer as a group of passing teenagers crammed into the sidewalk.

Magenta usually keeps his promises. But maybe he went back to sleep. He said he was not feeling well today.

"This Malem is considered not how rame because the fog is slashed," said Yasa. "It shouldn't take them long if they're there."

"Yes. Hopefully," said Orange lazily. "But because the fog is slippery, this malem must be very dark…"

"Just here. I got you there, how?" Yasa offered himself.

It smells like codot, thought Orange. But he's really nice.

Yasa leaned over, his handsome face shining out from the darkness, his eyes fixed on the Orange.

"That's really nice of you, anyway?" word Orange. "But—"

"I'm a good man" said Yasa, chuckling to let him know he was joking, not really boasting. And then calmly added, "You'll prove it."

"But you don't have to send me to—" Jingga tried to resist.

"It's okay," Yasa assured him. "Come on."

Orange was surprised, the curtain of fog was getting thinner as they got closer to the waterfall.

"This Curug is in the lowlands" Yasa explained. "Kayak in dalem gutter. Abis flew ninggalin times, the fog rose to the village above and continued the mist netep there."

"You're a scientist, huh?" ask Orange tease.

"Try asking what," he said, his hand still holds the back of Orange lightly.

A thick layer of gray clouds drifted low above the riverbank, but the river coast was brightly visible. There is no fog at all. The water wave is quite high and strong.

Oranges can see white foam under towering waterfalls, even in the dark.

Some couples walk on the riverbank. A group of teenagers huddled around a small bonfire, the sound of their tape competing with the rumbling of a waterfall that was crashing rhythmically.

No sign of Magenta. Or Dewangga.

Orange and Yasa walked close together like lovers, sometimes clashing against each other, towards the rock hill in the south.

While walking Yasa tells the story of a large fish that somehow lost its way and washed up on the river shore at the beginning of the drought.

The orange laughed amusedly as the man imitated the frightened face of the fish. And then he described the heroic action of the villagers who tried to pull the big fish back into the water and succeeded.

He's really smart. And funny, thought Orange.

How interesting!

Dare to bet for sure he didn't spend his time making silly scarecrows.

he stopped and peered down to the empty river shore.

Is he really interested in Yasa?

Or is he just mad at Magenta?

Maybe both have a point.

"He's not here" he said quietly, looking at the steep cliff across the river, feeling Yasa standing close behind him. "But this waterfall is very beautiful this malem. The wind is pretty strong."

Yasa checked all directions, making sure only the two of them were there.

The stream of waterfalls rumbled, the dark met with an even darker sky.

They are surrounded by darkness. And alone.

And Yasa couldn't hold it much longer.

He had been watching this girl for a long time.

la is so beautiful. So perfect. Very sweet.

His desires tempest.

Yeah, he wants this girl. He wants her now.

It had been a long time since he had held back his longing. Just looking from a distance. Can't reach him.

Magenta always shows up messing it up. Even in an orange dream!

Now that guy's not here.

Get him now or Magenta will screw him up again!

An orange stood in front of him, behind him, his arms crossed, staring at the pool under the dark, bubbling waterfall.

Yasa leaned forward to inhale the scent of the girl. Gently, gently, he raised his hand and flicked his orange hair so that his nape was visible.

Real pretty.

Her skin is so soft.

With a roaring breath Yasa opened his mouth slightly and ducked down to kiss the girl's neck.