Bebegigs
Chapter 43's

Magenta waited in hiding to see Orange and Yasa climb into the Ferris wheel, watching those sitting side by side in the metal carriage. he followed them behind the Ferris wheel as they moved along the row of game stalls.

While sneaking around, staying on the other side of the wide hallway, Magenta tried to ignore how close they both looked, how much Orange seemed so happy with Yasa, how they look good to each other.

Everything will change, as soon as they come down and I will prove who Yasa really is, he constantly reassures himself.

Your feelings will be different once I reveal that truth to you.

Your feelings will be different after your life I save.

he did not blame Orange for being angry with him.

He had no reason to interfere in the personal affairs of the Orange.

But now that reason was already in his hands.

He stepped into the middle of the crowded hallway as the carousel began to move.

Then the carriage swung even harder and lifted up, only a few meters and then stopped suddenly. Someone was riding a train under them.

"I can't see much from here" Orange joked.

Yasa smiled, an odd faint smile, as if his mind had once again floated far away.

Suddenly Orange remembered Magenta. For sure he was bowing by the campfire with Kantata and his friends, sitting apart, secluded from the others though in one group on the same pedestal.

And here's Orange with a new guy. Weird dude. The orange realizes he is attracted to this guy even though they barely talk.

"You actually have a boyfriend, don't you?" asked Orange, those words just slid from his mouth before he could think about it. Maybe he was imagining someone else, thought Orange. Perhaps that was why he was daydreaming constantly, appearing numerous thoughtful and serious.

It seems that the question managed to remove not Yasa from her daydream. "Udah" answered Yasa.

Orange immediately fell silent. So, the kisses... their togetherness for some time.... What does it mean for Yasa?

Their carriage swung again, swaying back and forth. Raise to a higher position before suddenly stopping again.

The air above here was colder, inner orange, while turning away letting the breeze blow his hair. Looking at the sky above, he searched for the moon, but the moon was hidden behind a curtain of low clouds. "May's not too dark, so the sea can still be seen" he told Yasa, who was also looking at the sky.

Once we were at the highest place, Yasa thought, that was the time.

It's so high that people can't see inside this train.

It's too far away that people don't wonder, don't protest. It's too far away that no one will stop me.

When we stop at the highest place, the orange will be powerless.

I will touch him, torture him, intoxicate him with a sweet and precious touch without being disturbed, kill him until he wants more, touch him until he begs not to be let go. Yasa smiled at the orange. "Why don't you know who my boyfriend is?" he said while putting his arm on the back of the orange seat.

"That's not my concern" said Jingga slightly curled up while the carriage jolted, then drifted upward toward the heights.

It suddenly gets darker.

The orange leans forward, rests its arms on the safety bars, and looks out toward the ocean. The waterfall tour looks like a silver ribbon. The mysterious blue-black darkness above him was a sacred cave.

Now! yasa exclaimed in his mind. Now!

he turned his face toward the orange and bowed, "Who said it's none of your business?" whispers raucously teasing. "My girlfriend is you" and kissed the girl's lips.

The orange was surprised and almost pulled his head. But as he gazed into Yasa's wide glittering eyes, he felt limp, completely helpless rejecting it.

They've done it a few times. Even more than that.

And if she didn't hear wrong, Yasa just said that she was her lover. That sounds like a love statement to him.

That's a confession!

A confession he never heard from the twins.

The confession he had been waiting for.

"I'm so happy to be able to go together with you" whispered Yasa again.

"Me too" Orange whispered back.

"I'm happy to be your boyfriend" Yasa added, still whispering while rubbing his orange neck with his lips.

I was so dizzy, thought Orange.

Very dizzy and weak.

His head tilted back, Yasa's face was on top of it now, his eyes glittering at the eyes of Orange.

Yasa kissed his chin. Am I dizzy from kissing? After seeing that sight? As a result of being in a very high place in this slowly swinging car?

Come on–-kiss me again, hopefully.

"Sa. kiss me again" Orange heard himself whispering.

Yasa kissed her again, kissed her neck. "This brat we go, yuk!" wheedled.

"Where?" Orange asked without trying to escape from the boy's behavior.

"Where do you want it?" Yasa asked back, trying to offer her a choice, but her mouth was still running down the girl's neck as her hands began to creep into the most sensitive parts of her body.

"As far as you are" replied the helpless orange. It had resigned completely according to Yasa's expectations.

Seeing the Oranges closing in on Yasa, their fingers interlocked, leaning against each other while the carousel began to stop, Magenta knew he had to hurry.

Holding the bottle of vinegar tightly behind his body, he settled down among the people milling about, while Jingga and Yasa had already walked away from the carousel.

Someone suddenly called him—Kantata, maybe—but he did not stop or turn his head, his spirit spurred him as he ran past pairs and small groups of people walking around him.

Just one flush and this nightmare will end, he thought.

he turned to apologize to a middle-aged man who was holding an ice cream that he had hit accidentally, then he veered across the highway without stopping at a corner to check the traffic.

he crossed the parking lot, slipped between the rows of cars, and ran towards the corner of their subscription kiosk, where there was an entrance to the waterfall tour.

Orange and Yasa had just disappeared in the corner of the martabak kiosk.

A blue wagon creaked suddenly in the corner. The driver shouted at Magenta, that was all Magenta heard.

A few seconds later he realized he had lost track of his prey.

As he ran to the corner of the stall, his hands remained behind his body, clasping tightly onto the vinegar bottle.

The mist had settled down when Magenta arrived in front of the martabak stall, the sky was becoming cloudier, the air was getting colder, and pieces of fog were floating among the low buildings.