Bebegigs
Chapter 34's

"This idea appears in my dream" said Magenta, speaking quickly, urgently, his hand still over the skinny shoulder of Orange, "but I know it's real."

No need to say it slowly, Magenta broke up. He has to express what is on his mind.

"God killed Bebegig."

"Huh?" The orange moved away from Magenta, raising both of his hands as if protecting himself from this idea.

"Bebebebagig," Magenta repeated. "You know that big bat that flew over that waterfall? He must be Bebeggig. A few nights before God died, there was a chick attacked by a bat. The bat bit his neck. And the God--"

"Your jokes are ridiculous" said Jingga angrily, crossing her arms. "I don't understand at all. Don't know where the funny thing is! You can make the death of God a joke."

The new Magenta would reply, but his eyes saw a blackish-red mark like a bruise widened on the neck of Orange.he flinched, glaring at the mark.

Wild thoughts raged in his mind. Crazy thoughts.

Did I really see it?

Is it just a mosquito bite?

Yasa's face was reflected in his mind.

Orange and Yasa…

He imagined the two of them together.

Could it?

Could they be that intimate?

Or am I crazy myself?

"I dream," he continued, his eyes glued to the neck of the Orange, his brain swirling. "God again ran away, and…"

"Enough, Genta!" snapped Orange. "Enough!"

"I know it's a silly whimper" Magenta insisted, ignoring Jingga's angry request. "But I'm sure—"

"Gen--I'm serious," said Jingga, her romance strained with anger. "Shut your mouth, please. Don't talk anymore."

"But, Jingga—"

"Don't be like a little boy, Gen," he said, his eyes gleaming furiously. "Small adult. Your brother is dead, and all you think about is the serem story!"

"No.." Magenta insisted.

But the orange did not let him continue to speak. "I have another story that's more interesting to you" he said. "Jurig Bebegig's story is over."

"I know, but—"

"When do you want me, to want to kill yourself?" Tears are welling up in the corners of her eyes now.

Oh, no, Magenta thought, his heart sank. I don't want to make her cry. Didn't we cry a lot this week?

"God does not exist, Genta! Accept the reality" said Orange, trying to hold back her tears trying to control herself. "There is no point in awakening the myth of the Bebegig. That's too childish. Risen myth Bebegig can not help rise up God."

"But, Jingga—" he did not know what he was going to say. He was unable to divert his eyes from the small wound on his neck.

Yasa, thought.

Yasa just appeared in the life of an orange.

"Sik Cukcruk kaad kidul!"

The old woman's words flashed in her mind.

"Please look south!"

South is the neighboring village on the other side of the foot of the mountain, the village where Yasa lives.

The Yasa he knew was thin and small like a mannequin. Her face is like a female doll.

Yasa grows tall and has long hair in a matter of days.

Isn't that too weird?

Then suddenly he appeared on the side of the orange.

Since that day…

Ever since he saw the giant bat at the top of the waterfall.

That bat…

The bat is Yasa. That Bebeggig!

"Yasa it's Jurig Bebegig," he murmured. He did not even realize what he was saying, did not hear the words, did not mean for Orange to hear them.

While wiping away the tears that had soaked her pale cheeks, Orange stared angrily at him. "Are you really crazy, Gen?" his yell. "Go! Me away!" he turned his body and headed to his house.

Magenta began to follow him, but Orange pushed him, punching his broad shoulders. "i'm serious. Go awayl. I don't want to see you anymore! Don't try to convince me again and never show up in front of me again!"

"What's out there?" ask Empu Brajasena to his wife from the backyard, sticking his head to the kitchen door. "Did they fight?"

Ragnala had just reached the front door when Jingga rushed past him, entering the house while sobbing.

Magenta sighed sadly, then left the terrace and headed out onto the street without looking back.

A pair of rabbits jumped up and down eagerly following in his footsteps, but he did not care.

The rain started to fall, at first just drizzling points, then soon it was heavy.

Magenta was not affected by the rain, he walked slowly, his head lowered. The burden of his mind is heavier than the shower of rain.

Of course the orange is right, he told himself, kicking a lump of mud with his sneakers. Her hair was falling to her forehead. Her wet, smelly shirt stuck to her back.

Of course he's right. I could have suddenly come and talked about Bebegig. I must have been crazy for real.

Bebegig!

Of course he thinks I'm a jerk. And he's right.

Yasa is not a Bebeggig.

He's handsome!

He's very handsome and I'm just jealous. And pissed.

I regret myself.

Bebegigs…

Magenta laughed to himself - if it did not feel like he wanted to cry.

Why is that ridiculous thought in my head?

And why am I so crazy to take it seriously?

he let out a loud sigh, banging the trees that were ducking in the heavy rain.he hoped to immerse himself into the mud to immerse himself to his head, and never to return.

I had done something silly, he thought, shaking his head miserably, shuddering as the wind blew fiercely sweeping the cold rain onto his back.

I've been being ridiculous. And I lost the orange forever.

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"So what are you doing all day during the rain?" Kantata asked, nodding his way through the tall grass on the sand dunes.

The grass was still wet from the rain, tickling Magenta's ankles. He regretted wearing shorts, instead of jeans. "Not a word," he murmured to his friend.

In fact, he spent the whole day wandering in the rain through the living room window, pacing around, twirling the lighter in his hand, thinking of his dream, and contemplate his folly for hastily coming to Orange without considering it first.

Along the way through the sand dunes and the rocky banks of the river with Katata, he traced the lighter with his finger. After all the lighter was always entertaining, the only distraction as he died of style.

"The gravel is dry" said Kantata, kicking the pebble with the end of the sandal. "Ran, huh? It's raining all day, but this place is really dry."

Magenta looked towards the river. The clouds had finally gone away by nightfall. The night sky was almost clean, the moon looked pale round above the horizon at the top of the waterfall.

"Gue did something silly this morning" he said.

"So what else is new?" Kantata joked, leaning over to pluck out a long blade of grass and tucked it into his mouth.

"Serious cave. This one is really ridiculous," Magenta insisted. While his eyes were still looking at the pebble, he told Kantata about his dream and his conversation with the Orange. "Rigid, right?" he concluded grimly.

Kantata chewed the grass in his mouth while thinking. "Silly is a good term for that," he agreed, shaking his head. "The block is better too. The cave would rather use the term idiot."

"Heh, I'm not telling you so you can joke!" magenta tukas angry.