Bebegigs
Chapter 41's

Yasa stopped stepping.

Inside the greenhouse, there is a narrow cave with endless glass and glass walls.

Orange laughed at the six shadows of her.

Where's the exit?

"Sa-"

Yasa walked far behind him, though,

"Yasa-you're okay, right?" ask Orange.

"Yah—kayaknya that!"

The orange heard his voice from somewhere behind the glass wall.

Are we alone here? asked the orange in his heart.He heard no other sounds or the beat of any other steps along the metal floor.

he leaned over as he passed a door, flickering at the sight of some shadows, then turned his way into the exact same glass corridor.

"Yasa!"

Is that him or is it just his shadow?

"Yasa--oh!"

His forehead ached as he stepped towards the glass frame he thought was his way out and hit him. Closed his eyes and rubbed his sore forehead, he laughed at himself who had been fooled.

When he opened his eyes, there were at least eight shadows looking at him. In one of the glass, the shadow appears many times, the longer the smaller and the more blurred as it shrinks to infinity.

"Hei—it's like I'm straying, deh!" his yell. "Sa, where are you?"

"Here" sounded the murmur of sahutan. Orange turned around, thinking the guy was behind her, but only seeing a few shadows of her being surprised.

Groping along the glass, the orange finds its way out, stepping into a darker room. The incandescent light inside there flickered, until the shadow appeared ghastly green, as it looked back at him. His expression became annoying and chaotic.

It's not as funny as I imagined, he thought, he mistook a clear glass frame for an exit and his knee crashed. "Lad."

Am I going back and forth here too? ask in the heart.

Am I not getting out of here?

"Yasa?"

There's no answer.

"Sa?"

The orange decided to wait there, not shuffling until Yasa found him.

Why didn't Yasa answer him? Maybe Yasa was not heading towards him.

Orange decided to walk back, down the trail back earlier. But it's not as easy as it sounds.

While walking cautiously, his hand slid along the glass, he followed his reflection into the room with the flickering incandescent light.

"Yasa? Where are you?"

And then he saw Yasa at a glance, bowing low, looking straight ahead.

Is that his shadow? Or is it him himself?

The orange moved closer, but could only see one figure.

"Sa?"

It's so hot in here, he thought, suddenly a heat and itching all over his body.

Real hot. It's not very tasty.

His knees and forehead were still bruised, reminding him of the collision with the glass.

"Sa, here!"

Yasa closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them to look at the glass, looked at his reflection, looked at his surprised face.

The blood vessels on his face had already blackened like root tattoos.

It's hot here, he thought. The roof is too low. Like—pets dead.

Glass coffin.

His black veins grew increasingly dense as his body temperature continued to increase. Moved further and further, spread increasingly widened to almost all of his body.

I need a release to deal with this urate problem.

I need a release to ease all the tension.

I need a quick release before my whole body turns into a tree trunk.

"Sa!" He could hear Orange calling him, as if she knew he needed her. "Yasa-here! You can see me, right?"

Me and Orange were alone here, he realized.

I can't wait any longer.

I'll dry up!

I have to get a touch.

The empty mirrors seemed to watch back at him as he settles towards the Orange.

There he was there, he thought, turning the corner, looking for me. Look for me in those glasses.

I'm alone tonight.

I'm coming for you.

Yasa reached to Orange-and hit the glass.

he jumped in surprise, momentarily glared by the light beam.

he turned around and saw a shadow of movement.

"Yasa!" Orange called.

he stretched out his arms and grabbed the orange from behind. Again his hand hit the glass.

These damn shadows are protecting him, he thought. They scoff. Mocking me!

His anger is growing because of his fear.

I need to touch it now! Got to!

Orange saw Yasa coming at him, his hand outstretched forward, his path unsteady, as if blinded by a lamp. I shouldn't have pulled him in here, ' thought Orange with guilt. He doesn't seem to enjoy.

Surrounded by his shadows, Orange called out to Yasa. "Sa-here!"

Yasa lowered his hand and turned to face Orange, a strange smile adorning his face, a relieved smile, however he was still irritated.

"There you are." His voice seemed to be drifting from far away.

As he walked toward the Orange, along the glass wall, his eyes lit up into the eyes of the Orange, the narrow room seemed to squeeze the Orange, and all the glass was covered in fog.

"Sa--" he started, but the fog came down.

The only light now only came from Yasa's eyes.

The guy still walked over, finally he decided to wait for Orange.

"Where are you?" ask Jingga while daydreaming.

"It's too dark here" said Yasa, sounding far away, many kilometers away, far behind the fog.

"Yes, I can't see you."

"I'm here," said Yasa, a cold gray glow from his eyes piercing through the eyes of an orange.

The orange returned to its shadow. As Yasa moved closer, he could feel himself entering into countless shadows, getting smaller and more invisible as he melted into the glass world, a world that was getting darker.

When he re-entered, Yasa leaned forward.

Then, groaning triumphantly, Yasa lowered his head lustfully to kiss.

Then he heard the squeaking of sneakers on the metal floor.

Laughter sounds. Children's cries.

Damnit damnit!

Yasa cursed in his heart.

The fog is back up.

The shadows on the glass are getting cleaner, the brighter.

Sounds loud.

A little girl began to cry, groaning in pain.

"What's that?" yelling Orange, the room full of glass was suddenly brightly lit, all its shadows seemed to widen and simultaneously asked the question.

Six Oranges walked away from the glass, his six mouths asking, "What is that?"

Yasa turned his head away, hoping that his blackened veins would be erased from his face, trying to stop his breathless breathing, restraining his moans, hiding his disappointment.

As he turned back, Orange was running towards the girl who was banging her head against the glass.

The orange held her and tried to calm her down while several other children crowded around.

Feeling her position was not safe with a striking tattoo in the bright room, Yasa slipped and turned.

"I wait outside" he cried to Orange, getting away from the crying girl, avoiding the screaming children, and away from the echo of the approaching footsteps in the hallway.

he rushed through the exit, into the warm night, hiding in the darkness, his romance still tense from disappointment.

I have to take him away!