Bebegigs
Chapter 35's

Why should I tell Kantata? ask in the heart.

Did I expect him to jump, pat me on the back, and say, "Lu really, Gen! That bat is a Bebegig!"

I think I should tell someone this secret. But it seems like people's fault.

"Sori" said Kantata quickly. "Gue knows, really. You must feel like a moron, right?"

"Well, yeah. That's how it is," murmured Magenta.

A bat floated down above their heads, a dark shadow crossing the shore.

Magenta looked up again and saw a huge bat hovering over the next dunes.

Kantata followed his point of view, "In IPA lessons last year we would have learned that bats are useful," he said, not clear because while chewing grass. "They are necessary for ecological balance. They eat insects. And the shit's fertilizer."

"It's the bat shit for you" grumbled Magenta ketus. "Thank you, make the IPA a lesson."

"Gue can't be mistaken if you don't feel the need" Kantata said sympathetically. "Gue is also still horrified if you want God. Plus the Yasa called his girl—"

"Gue doesn't want to talk about this anymore" Magenta snapped, surprised to hear his voice. "Sudah—"

"Okay, sori!" cut Kantata fast. "So this Orange is your girl what is the girl of the Gods?"

"Don't talk about it!" ketus Magenta's.

"Oya—gue pen to Indomaret, the coffee maker," Kantata said, obviously he wanted to end the conversation. "Lu want to come?"

Magenta. "Gue still wants to go for a walk" he said grimly. "I'm following you, huh."

Kantata waved his hand as it passed. "What's wrong, don't be sad, mute" he said. "Ntar you threw yourself in again." he even laughed at his own silly joke while rushing towards the city.

You moron, Magenta thought. Usually Kantata can entertain Magenta with his knowledge of IPA and its history, his jokes, but tonight is not.

Magenta walked up the rock hill. Then looking at the group of children he knew by the river, he turned around, not wanting to cross paths, and began to walk quickly in the opposite direction. His eyes were fixed on the precipitous cliff around the waterfall, his black shadows opposite the clear night sky.

he thought about how to apologize to Orange. But none of it looks right. He could not imagine himself saying it.

While walking on the sand, he tried to think about how to ask Orange on a date with him, how to stop Orange from seeing Yasa again. But that seems impossible too.

Shaking his head, he tried to get all those thoughts out of his mind, trying to let the waves of river water sweep away all his thoughts.

he paused for a moment when he saw something in front of him.

Something bent low and dark over a low rock hill.

Low and dark and rigid.

Oh, naw! strangled in his heart, his eyes wide open. Whatisit? Corpse again?

Paled in fear, Magenta looked up at the low, dark rock. Breathing gasps. He had to force himself to turn around and run, but knew he had to see what was bent on the rocks there.

While stepping uncertainly, trying to focus his eyes in the darkness, he stepped towards the dunes.

Magenta was startled and stopped his steps when he saw the girl sitting there, wearing black tights and a long-sleeved black blouse, her legs bent in front of her chest, her arms hugging her knees, her head bowed.

"Orang?"

he did not answer.

"Orang?" repeat harder, while stepping hesitantly towards the girl. He stood beside her now, looking down at the girl's long hair. Only now did he see his shoulders tremble.

And when at last Orange looked up to him, Magenta saw tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes wet, his chin trembling, and realized that he was crying.

Magenta swallowed with great difficulty. "Why you?" tanyanya's worried.

The orange blinked his eyes several times. It seemed that it took him a moment to recognize Magenta. He looked confused, as if immersed in his thoughts immersed in his sadness, so that there was no place in his memory for someone from the outside world.

Then he let himself stand up and raised both his hands to wipe away the tears flowing down his cheeks. His face changed rapidly.

"Sori," said Magenta, and stepped back.he felt misbehaved, overrun with shame. "Sori," repeated. He doesn't know what to say.

Orange squinted his eyes, casting a sharp glare. His jaw tightened, his nose looked up haughtily.

Magenta looked into his piercing eyes, feeling guilty and concerned, "You're fine, right?"

Stupid question! his mind is cursing itself.

Of course he's not okay!

The night breeze circled around them, so Magenta could smell her perfume, sharp and spicy even though in the night air it was heavy.

Magenta felt a strange dizziness.

Is it because of the perfume?

What because of the wind?

His sadness?

"I told you, don't try to tell me again, don't ever play the tongolin again your silly face in front of me!" yelled Orange while pointing her index finger at Magenta's face fiercely.

"I—I don't know it's you," Magenta stuttered, trying to decide what his hand would do. Finally, he simply lowered both of his hands beside his body.

Suddenly Orange moved away from him and began to run small towards the rock hill, its steps long and steady.

"Jingga—" Magenta screeched in surprise.

Without slowing down his steps, Orange turned to him.

"Orang-wait!" he repeated, and began to run down the river shore, following Jingga up to the rock, the water crashing down, the dam like the beat of his heart, the harder, the faster, the wilder. "Organ-stop!" he shouted, now he was running at full speed, looking at the fluttering orange hair behind him like a pennant.

Now they were both high up on the cliff, running across the wet and slippery rock hills.

"Hey--slow-slow!" Magenta warned, his breathing heaving.

la saw Orange's expression change as he approached the edge of the cliff, seeing his mouth gaped wide in fear and surprise.

He tried to stop.

But his sneakers slipped on that slippery rock surface.

Both of his hands were raised as if trying to grab something. But there's nothing he can achieve.

"ORANGE!" shouted Magenta.

But his cry could not stop the orange.

Orange slips falling on the edge of the abyss.

Magenta heard his terrified scream as he was knocked down.

Seeing his arms flailing, scavenging for empty air as he slid down.

Then silence. 

Magenta is alone up there.

Completely alone.

Unknowingly, Magenta was also on the edge of that precipitous abyss, crawling up, peering down into the swirling darkness. His breath was squeezed by fear. Holding his breath, he looked at the water rolling around, circling around.

He died too, he thought.

He fell and died.

Frozen with horror, knowing what he would find.