Bebegigs
Chapter 40's

"We are all sad because of what happened to God. But you're really messed up or something. You really need help."

"No, I don't need help," Magenta remained insistent, unable to keep his voice from sounding frustrated. "I know I'm not mistaken, Orange. The horror is crazy—"

"Yes, that's crazy" said Jingga, nodding, her eyes fixed on Magenta as if trying to ascertain how crazy he was.

"But I know I'm actually, orange. If you want to beat me up a little bit" Magenta pleaded."

"Now I can't" he said slowly. "I'm again looking for something—"

"Nyariin what, anyway? Want me to help you?" ask Magenta.

Orange looked down again and began to walk slowly, stepping his feet wearing sandals on the sand, his eyes tracing the ground. "My earrings are. While I was traveling with Yasa, it seems the connection was off. I'm trying to trace our semalem."

"Semalem trail?" magenta asked in surprise. "Anyways you're here?"

Last night I fell asleep in the bushes around here and for some reason, she thought.

Now I know why I could be here all night without being conscious.

Because Yasa is here.

Yasa and Orange.

Been here last night.

That's why I don't remember anything.

Yasa has erased my memories.

Magenta moved forward. "I'm sleeping here" he said, pointing to the bushes where he lay last night.

Orange squinted his eyes, looked at Magenta and followed his gaze.

"I passed out here and didn't want anything after I woke up" Magenta told the publication.

Orange, observing his face, impatiently waited for Magenta to finish his words.

"I didn't want to do anything here before I fainted, and I don't know why I fainted. Now I know why. Because Yasa is here."

"Why is your behavior getting here so more and more cool?" Orange pouting. "I don't want to see you either."

"That's because your memory was erased. Yasa has a power that can erase our memories."

As they stared, the sun was setting, the sky was getting darker.

"Is that?" hatch Orange ketus. "Is that what your theory is?"

"No," urged Magenta, following behind the orange while the girl continued her search. "Have you been tired lately, too, lemes?"

"I don't want to answer your silly questions anymore" said Orange without looking.

"Now I ask, have you ever met Yasa during the day? Did he ever tell you what he was doing in the afternoon? Have you ever wondered if he was still in school?"

"He's your schoolmate, right?" Orange asked back.

"Yes. He's still in school!" sergeant Magenta. "Aren't you surprised why schoolgirls have long hair?"

That could be proof! thought Magenta.

Eventually he will get some evidence to support his conjecture about Yasa.

The orange turned furiously, clenching his hands tightly beside his body. "Gen, you're really not right."

"The answer used to be my question, Orange," he urged.

"You're stupid and childish. I want you to get out of the way."

"No. I don't want to. I don't want to go until you want to beat me up."

"I've been beating you up since!" hatch Orange. "Go! Get out of here, Genta!" repeat it harder, then lose patience and shout, "Go! I'm serious! Go!"

Magenta did not want to give up, grabbed by the shoulders of Orange.

Orange dodges.

"Hei—" exclaimed Magenta in surprise as Yasa stepped beside Orange, his eyes fixed on Magenta.

Yasa wore black jeans and a long-sleeved pullover, despite the hot night. "What's wrong?" he asked slowly to Orange, while still keeping an eye on Magenta. "Is there a problem?"

Magenta returned Yasa's gaze. Fear began to twist his stomach, a chill surged all over his body.

"No. There is nothing" said Orange doubtful.

Magenta stepped back, lowering his arm. He felt the power of Yasa's eyes, burning into his eyes, piercing through like a laser beam.

"Nothing," repeated Orange while Yasa continued to challenge Magenta with his eyes, "We're just chatting."

Yasa finally turned his gaze away from Magenta and turned to Orange, a smile adorning his face. "You guys talk to me again, huh? I'm hot."

"Frankly, yes," said Orange, holding Yasa. They began to walk away, while conversing leisurely.

Magenta stood up unmoved, watching them leave, still feeling the heat of Yasa's gaze.

Orange looked back to see if Magenta followed. Yasa never looked.

I knew I was right, Magenta told himself, watching until they disappeared around the corner.

I'll prove it to the orange.

I had to save his life.

And suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

He knows how.

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"Yuk, ride the Twister," asked Orange, looking at the advanced metal cars arriving and circling. The strangulation of the passengers penetrated the softness of the night air.

Yasa covers his eyes from the colorful lights along the top edge of the ride. "No ah," he refused, shaking his head and keeping hold of Orange. "I like some rides, but not the ones that make it so dizzy."

"Me too" Orange agreed. He set his sights around the market field that night, to the colorful lights, and to a long row of game stands whose background walls were covered with a lot of stuffed animal gifts.

"Have you ever been on a Gravitron?" ask Orange.

"What, huh?" yasa asked in surprise, still covering his eyes.

"That means you've never been" said Jingga teasingly.

They went for a walk, looked at the rides. Many were deserted and empty, waiting for passengers. The night market just opened an hour ago, and not many people have come.

The sea breeze gusts felt warm and soft. Orange is happy to have decided to go with Yasa. The guy is fun and friendly even with his old-fashioned style. Very opposite to Magenta, thought Orange annoyed.

His anger was gone, but he could not stop thinking about Magenta.

"Do you like carousels?" Yasa asked as they walked closer to the ride. "It's boring, huh? Try to see— his horse's head has been removed."

"Emang," Orange agreed. " The carousel is too slow and childish."

"It's like you're not in the mood anymore, is it?" ask Yasa while looking at Orange.

"Surely," said the timid orange, feeling the fascination of those dark eyes.

They walked along a row of game stalls. A little boy was standing on the table of one of the stands, about to throw into a wall full of balloons. The officer girl behind the desk was dodging, about three meters away.

Suddenly Orange grabbed Yasa's hand and pulled him. "I know what's fun."

Yasa retorted interestingly, hesitating. "What?"

"Ntar also you know," said Orange. The man's arm was pulled strong, and doubtfully Yasa allowed himself to be dragged across the grass, passing the game's stand-stands to the tall building behind the field.

"Come on.." urged orange impatiently. "We're going to the Greenhouse!"