Bebegigs
Chapter 29's

At first Yasa kissed the lips of Orange, looking into the eyes of the girl passionately. Then it began to pant as its mouth landed onto the girl's neck.

he closed his eyes with a feeling of drifting and would creep down when suddenly heard the scream.

"Please! Please-help me!"

Girl screams. So scared. So horrified.

Real close.

Damnit damnit!

Yasa groaned disappointedly.

Almost, almost.

And I was almost rusty, he thought upset.

It had been a long time since he had been caught in a strange fog that made him just go around in circles in the same place, until he was sweating and feeling hot. A strange sense of heat that demands a release in which he longs for someone to touch him.

But even stranger it doesn't work when he tries it on another girl.

Yasa never knew what happened to him. He just wants to touch and touch someone. But when he tried it on someone, the strange, demanding swish was as if it was clogged and petrified under his stomach.

And that only made him more tormented. It feels like a prostate disorder.

Making his veins freeze and blacken on the lower part of his body like tattoos that continue to creep along with his increasing tension.

The blackened blood vessels had now reached half of his body.

And he doesn't know why.

It needs release to overcome that tension problem.

Unfortunately only one person is most likely to be able to remove all of those blockages.

Just Orange.

Only the girl was the only one capable of making her desires stir.

He could only reach the top with the orange.

he opened his eyes and saw Orange turning towards the scream and began to rush up the rock hill, his sandals scattering sand, running across the grass.

As they descended the dunes, people swarmed around the scared chick.

Attentive voices that try to calm and curious faces surround the girl who sobs hysterically.

The orange breaks through the circle towards the center.

A man and a woman hug the shoulder of a girl, trying to calm her down.

When the girl lowered her face-covering hand, Jingga saw her smudgy, round face, her curly hair ruffled along her shoulders. The girl stopped crying, but her shoulders were still shaking.

"Try saying what's up," urged the woman who hugged him. "Try the story."

The girl opened her mouth to speak, but her cries exploded again. He lifted both his hands to his face, then carefully lowered one hand to his neck.

"Why, anyway?"

"What's wrong?"

"Is he hurt?"

The voices of the crowd grew louder as more and more curious people joined in.

Orange searched for Yasa's figure, finally seeing the guy opposite her.

"I was bitten" said the girl, gritting her teeth. "I was bitten."

The uproar subsided, people stopped asking questions, pressed forward, waiting for the next information.

"He was bitten by a mosquito" whispered a man behind the orange loudly, and his skinny friend smirked.

"Bats!" the girl shouted, one hand pointing to the sky and the other hand holding her neck. "The bat flew down. Nyamber I keep nancep on the shoulder."

The orange heard screaming sounds of shock, horror.

A little girl behind the crowd immediately cried. The father quickly carried her and left the crowd.

"Take him to the doctor" cried someone.

"You want me to bite your neck?" the guy behind Jingga whispered to his friend giggling, mimicking a vampire in an angry western horror movie, his hands grabbing his friend's neck.

"Not funny," said the tall, straight-haired girl who hugged the shoulder of the crying girl tightly. "The bat was probably rabies,"

"It's rabies!" reply the guy.

According to his friend the reply was stark.

Her crying had stopped but she was still holding her neck.

"Where are your parents?" ask the straight-haired woman.

"I don't know" Orange heard the girl reply, her voice shrill and frightened. "I don't know."

"Get our car. We're anterine to the hospital" said the man.

The girl said something, but they were so far away that the orange couldn't hear her.

As soon as they left the waterfall, the crowd began to crowd.

Everyone started talking in unison, Orange saw some people scared. Some surprised. Some were in disbelief.

"What's wrong?"

"What kind of girl is that?"

"Why is that girl?"

"Did anyone drown?"

The startled voices, the confused voices, increasingly beat the thump of the waterfall, interspersed with restless laughter.

The orange grimaced in fear, and trembled.

Yasa. "You-so it's okay?" ask the guy attentively.

The orange hugged itself and shook its head. "I'm afraid of bats!" yells.

Yasa held the hand of an orange. "You're so cold!" Wringed up the girl's hand.

"Kasian the girl," cried Orange while shuddering. He held his neck, imagining what it would be like to be bitten by a bat. With concern he looked up into the dark sky, looking around for bats, while holding on to Yasa's arm. "I got scared." she smiled as Yasa embraced her trembling shoulders.

What bats, Yasa thought irritatedly.

There were never bats in the area except the black kites made by the Gods to frighten him.

It must have been his friends.

Maybe the twins and Kantata, he thought, refrained from laughing out loud.

I know it's them.

They saw me make it close to the orange. They also heard our plans to leave. And they tried to derail our date. They knew I wouldn't make it with a girl screaming hysterically like that.

They'll do anything to prank me.

Well, but this time they can't fool me, Yasa thought fiercely.

I'm no longer the kuntet you can bully!

His anger prompted him to strengthen his desire for revenge.

How will I repay you?

I've been caving in enough all this time!

Wh why?

Because it's easier than fighting them.

It is always easier to give up, not fight.

Because I am the smallest.

Because I am weak.

Because I'm the one.

Loser!

All of those answers seemed to be true for Yasa. And wrong.

Am I really that relentless? ask him to yourself.

He looked at Orange with great affection, looking at the girl like a precious item. I won't be a bully in terms of the Orange, he decided.

Orange sighed and pressed his face against the man's arm. "Come, Sa," he whispered. "We're getting out of here."

Look at him, Yasa thought. He fell in love half to death with me. He nodded, hugged the girl tightly, and stepped into the darkness.

You've lost, Magenta!

Now who is weak?