Bebegigs
Chapter 31

Magenta sat down on the bed, removed by the blanket that had been drenched in sweat. He looked out the window, listening to the birds chirping in the trees, welcoming the dawn.

"Argh! Can't sleep" he lamented, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it now?"

The clock on the bedside table shows 05:35.

Throughout the night he rolled over and over, his mind filled with various problems.

Almost all the time he thought of the orange.

I need to talk to Orange. I thought we'd have fun together enjoying the holidays. As a result of thinking of Orange, Magenta could not sleep all night.

He had tried to wait for the orange after his return from the waterfall last night, but the girl did not appear until late at night.

Now, as the sky was slowly getting brighter and the birds chirping getting louder, he decided there was no point in staying in bed anymore.

Then he tried to see the orange again after breakfast and the mother said the girl had not yet woken up.

Why is he a semalem? The same as Yasa? he didn't think happy.

He wanted to ask, "Until what time does he get out with Yasa?" But undo it.

Jogging early in the morning at the waterfall might help clear my mind, she said in her heart, wearing black cycling pants and running shoes.

Slowly closed the door of the house, and he stepped into the morning air, still cold and dewy. The smell of smoke from the furnace overran his nostrils as he began to run across the rice fields and fields of plants leading to the waterfall.

The rushing waterfall that battered the pool below still looked dark black under the pearl-grey sky as Magenta walked along the river shore. The forest birds flew all over as he passed by, roaring loudly like trying to protest.

Curug Tour is empty. There's only him. There did not appear to be any other joggers. On a bright horizon, he could see a dark kite. Got stuck in a tree branch. The shadows glittered on the water.

A pagang-type fishing boat made of bamboo, floated on the surface of the river with the silhouette of two men in a sinister morning light. Like a ghost canoe, not real.

Magenta ran slowly but at a steady pace, passing through the almost extinguished embers of a small campfire that was less flush, passing through a charred black log that was swept away by the current, which was swept away, passing through a dead and dried up amphibian on the sidelines of rocks.

The wind mixed with dew felt cold and refreshing on his face while his sneakers grinded wet pebbles. The gray color began to leave the sky, like a pale curtain that was exposed, revealing a reddish morning sun underneath. The river water became bright along with the clear sky.

It was beautiful, Magenta thought, while still running around, beads of sweat sprung up on his forehead despite the cold air. He gazed forward at the dark coral sticking out from the water's edge behind the rock hills.

As he approached the rock, the sand he stepped on became pebbled, then grew louder, he looked at the edge of the pool under the waterfall that protruded in the shadow of the rocks.

Something seemed to float in the water beside a piece of rock.

Is that a rubber boat or something? he was too far away to see clearly.

As he got closer, a reddish sunlight shone along the edge of the water. He could see it more clearly, something dark, very big, floating next to a large flat rock.

Is that an animal? Magenta got rid of the idea as he got closer and more able to see its size.

he stopped just above the flat rock on the edge of the pond, his chest bursting after a long run. Wiping the sweat on his forehead with his arms, he turned his eyes to the water.

And he flinched.

That's people.

Floating like a rubber boat.

Floating with face facing down.

His arms were floating on his side of his body stiffly, extremely stiff.

And before he even knew it, Magenta was already in the water, cold around his ankle, on top of his sneakers, it did not occur to him to take off the shoes first.

he did not expect.

he didn't think he would find anyone.

he didn't count anything.

And he sighed at the person's shoulder, water rising above his waist. It's pulling strong. But that man-that-that-that-is-very heavy.

The water was very cold, swirling around his body. Magenta took a breath, his chest expanding.

You're breathing?

Please breathe!

The corpse is a guy. Yep. Guys. But Magenta was still unable to lift his face from the water.

How could he breathe with his face still in the water? With his arms stretched out stiff?

What's she wearing? Brown sheepskin jacket?

Why does it feel so familiar?

His skin was very white and pale, like a kind of sea creature.

Only sea creatures can breathe in water.

And this guy's not breathing, can't breathe.

Gasping for breath, Magenta pushed his heavy load over. With her wet, messy black hair from her forehead, Magenta stood up for a moment, ruffled her waist, bent over, breathing, breathing deeply, waiting for her heart to stop racing.

Then he bent over the man - the corpse - trying hard to turn his back.

And yell, "The neighbor!"

"God! Wh why? Why, Dewa?"

Suddenly his brother seemed increasingly clear and terrible. His pale-blue face was covered in wounds from being knocked to the rock around the waterfall.

It hurt so much.

The wounds were so numerous, the blood seemed to have completely dried up.

"Why, God? Why?"

He had so many wounds all over his face and neck.

"No. It can't be a god. No way."

Why did God drown?

Why is she swimming in full dress?

Did he slip and hit a rock?

Nah!

It hurt so much.

It can't be just a slip.

The injuries were numerous, meaningless.

Did he fall from the top of the waterfall?

Why did he go to the top of the waterfall, far away from where everyone else was?

Did the body just get dragged here?

The bodies?

How can the Dewangga be a corpse now?

How could he not be a neighbor anymore?

Magenta knelt down, his mind swirling faster than the flow of the waterfall hitting the pool.

he closed his eyes, but the shadow of his twin sinking, his skin was so white except in the injured parts, the wounds, remained visible.

The insects are not strong swimmers.

Why would he dare to oppose the flow of the waterfall at night?

The gods know how strong the flow of the waterfall is, and high. Very high, very difficult to estimate, very deadly.

So why did he go to the top of the waterfall?

"Why, God?" pekik Magenta, while opening his eyes, looked up at the top of the waterfall, looking up at the rising sun. A few minutes later two fish-seeking men, carrying boxes of fishing gear and fishing rods, approached Magenta, who was still kneeling, still bent over his twin corpse, still asking, "Why, God? Why?"