Bebegigs
Chapter 27's

While continuing to observe the waterfall, almost drugged by its rumbling and dark splendor, by the soft ripples of the gurgling stream, Jingga felt Yasa very close behind her.

Magenta is not here, he thought. There's no one here. The beach is empty.

I gotta go home.

A gentle gust of wind as if brushing his hair.he began to turn to face Yasa, will thank him for being accompanied to this dark place. But before he could move, he felt warm. There was a gust softer than the wind. Soft as breath.

Before he can say anything. Before he realized what was happening, Yasa's extremely light arms, hugged him from behind.

Yasa pulled the orange closer very gently, twisted his body and brought the girl's face closer to his own, then lowered his head on her.

Her lips. Her lips were dark, very dark. Pressing the orange lips gently.

Initially soft. And then it gets stronger.

Oh, wow, thought Orange surprised. She likes me. No man ever kissed her like this. Kissing lips. His cheek.

Her neck.

Kissing his neck while the clouds were low and the fog swirled around. Kissing his neck while the ground below him tilted.

Yasa held her head and kissed her neck strongly, getting stronger.

Hot and hungry.

The scent of her perfume, the roar of the waterfall, her wet and soft lips, that mist, that thick fog, all of it made the orange lulled, lulled, drunken. He was drowning in the cold darkness that awaited him.

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Magenta stretched his body and yawned.he stepped towards the window of his room and looked outside while winking in bright light.

The sun was already high above the trees in the clear sky. The room feels hot and humid.

How long have I been asleep? thought.

she yawned again, bumped into her wardrobe, opened her drawer, looked for trousers, and put on it sleepily.

With heavy steps he headed to the kitchen, brushing the hair that covered his eyes with one hand.

There's nobody home.

His parents went to the rice field. And his twin brother had woken up early in the morning to go fishing with his friends. They don't want to disturb him.

Magenta sleeps like a dead man despite sleeping all day.

He wasn't sure what time he woke up last night. He immediately went to the night market field to see if Orange was still waiting for him.

But the field was dark, all the houses were closed, the merchants' yards were closed.

Must be past midnight.

On the way back home, Magenta meets the Gods and Kantata who just came out of the market that night.

They are not with the orange.

Shortly after, they cross paths with Anes and Mutual. One of them scoffed about the orange.

They said, The orange was here all night. With another guy. Body high. Gondrong's hair.

"What?" ask God, confused. He exchanged glances with Magenta while the boys walked away, mocking and making fun of them.

When walking home, while kicking a pebble, God said it is better to apologize to Orange. Perhaps he shouldn't have spent all night on the game stand with Kantata, even though he wanted him half dead.

Magenta only fell silent in response to the ramblings of his twin brother. Quietly realizing that his relenting attitude all along did not take him anywhere.

And now another guy is approaching the orange. This time not only did he not have a chance, his twin brother also might not have a chance.

I have to stop him. I had to meet him and apologize, he decided, while sneaking into the house with the Gods, hoping that their parents would not hear them enter.

It's half eleven now.

He sipped a glass of orange juice too hastily, causing pain between his eyes. Then he rushed to the house of Orange.

He knocked on the front door of the girl's house three times before someone finally opened it.

"God…?" mother said Orange.

"Magenta" said Magenta with a smile.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I can't be different between you two" said Ms. Orange. "That means this morning…"

"Maybe a God!" cut Magenta. "I just got here."

"Oh, that. But the orange is still sleeping."

"Huh?"

The orange is a type of morning man. He usually wakes up at dawn.

"Yes, this morning your twin didn't see him either" Ragnala said. "He was complaining about not feeling well, he said it felt like he hadn't slept in weeks. He doesn't usually. That's why I let him sleep."

"Oh," Magenta was surprised. Why does it feel like I did yesterday? thought. He asked, "What time did he come home last night? Did he come home alone?" But instead he just said, "Please take it with him I hope he gets well. If he wants, he can meet me at home."

Magenta finally said goodbye.

All that afternoon, he was restless.

He sat in a hut in the plumber watching his father and mother at work, while he himself had just climbed up from the rice field to rest.

Scratching it behind his neck. His whole skin feels itchy. The air in the little hut felt stuffy and damp.

It will be hot today, he thought. Maybe I should go swimming in Curug.

But when he got there, the waterfall was full of people basking in the sun, some people diving and swimming in the turquoise water.

Kantata lay on a sheet of towel in the shade of the shadow of a tree growing on the top of a cliff.

"Hei—" call Magenta.

"Lu God what is Magenta?" ask Kantata while still sleepy.

"Magenta. Where are the others?"

Kantata raised his head and nodded. "Gue hasn't seen anyone yet. I just woke up in the middle of the day, kept coming straight here."

Magenta let out an impatient sigh and threw himself on Kantata's side, the sunlight scorching his back. "Well, don't you go straight home, Semalem?"

"Yes." Yeah." Kantata yawns wide. "Gue squirms the Yasa semalem."

"That Yasa I'm after?"

"Yes. He's not stuck anymore. He's tall now" Kantata murmured. "Hair is also thick."

"Huh?" Magenta could not cover his surprise. "In a week, he grew tall instantly gondrong? You sure it's Yasa? You're wrong, kali!"

"Gua thought so too!" kantata hatch. "I'm eating it."

"Continue?" urged Magenta.

"Gue was even trapped by a strange fog that made me mutter in the same place" Kantata told me as he yawned. "Morning I just got home."

Magenta frowned. Just like me and Orange, he thought. Now he knows the cause of their constant sleepiness. It must be because of the fog, he concluded.

"It's weird" he said. "Gue same Orange also never ngalamin like you, besokannya we got tumor disease." It means moltor. "Let's see those bebegig, too, right?"

Kantata did not answer.

Magenta bowed over his friend, and found that Kantata had fallen asleep again.