Bebegigs
Chapter 39's

"What's weird, huh?" asked Magenta's father while frowning.

That smells your son, Dad! magenta thought sad. There's nothing to worry about.

"I don't know. Maybe from the outside" said Magenta as he yawned.

Still sniffing, his father waved a glance regretfully and disappeared out the door. A few minutes later Magenta heard the back door slam. Then he heard her step away and disappeared.

After being alone at home, he forced himself to get up.

The fear that had plagued him the night before re-emerged, and he knew he was going to vomit. While holding him back, he staggered into the bathroom and bowed over the WC hole.

he vomited until his stomach hurt. His head was dizzy, grains of cold sweat popping up on his pale forehead. Magenta sat on the cold floor and waited until he felt better.

About a minute later, her stomach did not feel wrapped around anymore and the bathroom walls stopped buzzing.

Don't waste time, he told himself. I have to warn the orange. Must.

This time he has to trust me.

I'll show you bruises on our necks.

If necessary, talk to your father!

I'll tell him about the gods.

He has to trust me this time. I'll make him believe me!

she brushed her teeth, splashed cold water all over her hot face, put on her swim trousers and coated them in jeans, after meeting Jingga she planned to go swimming in a waterfall tour.

Still trembling he walked towards the house of Orange. Knocking door. Once. Twice.

Let him knock up to ten times.

No one's home.

"Come dong, Orange!" erang. "I need to talk to you."

He stood there for a long time, one of his hands supported to the door frame, while the other hand kept knocking, waiting, waiting for the sound of an orange.

"Jango–-spat, dong."

But no one listened to his plea.

After a quick breakfast, Magenta returned to the house of Orange, trying to knock on his door again. But still unanswered.

Feeling a little more excited, he walked into the city and looked for the Orange there. The weather is humid, the air temperature is about 32 degrees Celsius, not usually here as hot as this. The journey to the city is exhausting Magenta. He searched the culinary center, because he did not find the orange, he returned to the waterfall.

There was also no sign of an orange being there.

All afternoon until evening he spent lying on the sofa in the living room, waking up every few minutes to look at the house of Orange, knocking on the door again while calling. No one answered his call.

That night he eagerly went to the city to repeat his quest.

"Woy—Gen!" call out a familiar voice as Magenta walked along the path to the city.

He turned his head and saw Kantata, who was wearing a pair of jeans and a dull Def Leppard T-shirt, running after him. "Where, lu?" asked Kantata, his breathing was heavy.

"From Orange, I," said Magenta without slowing down.

The sun was low behind the trees, but the air was still hot and humid. Magenta felt his entire body sweaty and heavy, as if it weighed half a ton.

"Gue nyariin you in the waterfall," said Kantata, struggling to keep pace with Magenta's long-term steps. "The heat is begging for mercy, I guess you're there. It's fun to swim there."

"Gue can't believe you're finally leaving the game center" Magenta said coldly.

"The place is closed" said Kantata, clucking. "The machines are being repaired or somehow in some other place."

"Gue's not feeling well anymore" Magenta said. He did not want to explain everything to Kantata. He just wanted to meet with Jingga and tell her about the disaster that was happening to them, he did not want to meet with Kantata.

"You mean what?" magenta asked in self-defense.

"Your face serem, Njiiiirrrr," said Kantata. A sneering sering replaced his concerned expression. "Kayak Jurig Bebegig, you!" god, recalling their previous conversation when Magenta recounted how he had humiliated himself in front of the Orange.

"Huh?" Magenta stopped his steps and gaped.

"Lu Jurig Bebegig, huh?" Kantata repeated his joke.

"Gue's just an allergy. Bebegig Allergy!" sahut Magenta rough.

"Jude, Njir!" kantata said, "The romance is emotion?!" smile disappeared. "What's wrong, anyway?"

Magenta started walking again without answering.

For a moment they walked along the path without a sound. The row of houses ended in a large grassy field that became the city boundary. Little by little the sky grew darker, as if someone was putting out a lamp.

"This one you want to go to the malem market?" ask Kantata. "Children on want to see the game center first, have opened what bellom, abis it malemnya want to go there."

"Gue don't know," said Magenta without spirit. It stopped again. "Well, that's the orange!"

A few meters in front of them looked orange, his head lowered, his path slowly like he was looking for something.

"That's!" call Magenta.

"Byhhhh!" kantata said to Magenta, then while greeting Orange he walked past him towards the city.

"Organ-hey!" call Magenta, while running after him.

The orange stopped and looked up. Not smiling. "Oh, you. Hi." Hey."

Just chill the welcome, inner Magenta. But he doesn't ignore it. He should talk to her. He had to tell Orange what was going on.

Orange looked at him impatiently, his face pale in the gloomy light of the lamp, his eyes tired. Despite the darkening of the day, Magenta could see black marks like a root tattoo on his neck.

"I have to talk to you" he said with a breath. "I'm actually—"

The orange raised its hand to stop it. "I don't really have time. I have an appointment with Yasa in a moment. But I try—"

"That's what I want to say to you" Magenta said. "Look, your neck. Look at me, my neck, my cheeks." He tilted his head so that Orange could see his neck clearly.

"Gen---" Suddenly the orange rage peaked. "Please, don't start, deh!" He looked around, not wanting to see Magenta's neck.

"Love me for a minute," Magenta pleaded, holding onto Orange's shoulder. "One minute, okay?"

Orange considered it a bit long. "OKAY. One minute. But if you start the same Bebegig problem again, your time is up."

"But that's what I want to talk to you, Orange," he said, without intending to sound like a whine, but he was so excited, so passionate, so desperate, so desperate, to keep his voice calm. "Yasa is Bebegig. Ghost of a scarecrow."

"Bye, Gen," said Orange coldly, rolling her eyeballs, and moving both her hands to drive Magenta away.

"Jinga–-dengerin I—"

"No!" his yell. "Go."

"But God told me--"

The orange was startled, and its head jolted backwards, as if it had been taped. "Huh?"

"Semalem. God tell me I—"

"Gen, you're seriously—"

"I'm serious!"

"You seriously need help" he said slowly, his tone becoming more sympathetic.

Magenta was silent.