Bebegigs
Chapter 46's

"Jinga—wake! Wake up!" Magenta's shout was clogged with his fear. "Jingga—ayo! We gotta get out of here!"

Orange tickling.

Slowly his eyes opened. he looked at Magenta in confusion. "Huh? A bella?" he tried to focus his eyes, but gave up quickly and his eyes closed again.

"Jinga—"

Magenta felt the presence of something behind him. The presence of something heavy.

he turned around and screamed as Yasa moved forward.

Part of her face was a dark root tattoo, her lips were black, her eyes were gleaming red with anger, Yasa leapt to the face attacking. The veins on the back of his hand were also deep black, forming a tattoo.

While growling like a Yasa beast ambushed Magenta, his fingers that felt as hard as wood clamped down on Magenta's neck.

Strange black tendrils crept out from the tattooed image in his fingers, wrapped around Magenta like a jet black spider web.

His skin felt sore in the place touched by the tendril. Then it's hot like it's burning.

Panic overpowered him. He jerked his body firmly from Yasa's clutches, trying to escape from the strange net traps created from his body. The more he pulled, the tighter the tendril gripped him. He could not stop screaming. His face seemed to be burning, as if his skin was twisted in the opposite direction.

Magenta roared between pain and fear.

he had no time to think. He had no time to make plans.

Reflexively, he thrashed, pushing Yasa's chest with both hands, and thrusting the tip of his knee into Yasa's stomach which was cornering him near the dry figure of Anes and Reksa.

Suddenly Magenta realized what Yasa was doing with his strange tendrils.

"WOOOOOOOOO!"

Magenta was not even aware of the horrified screams roaring in the long room coming out of his throat.

I'm gonna die! magenta thought desperately.

The tendrils are like sucking up his life force.

I'll dry up! inner fear. Dry and blacken like Anes and Mutual.

Yasa growled, tightening his grip on Magenta's neck with his fingers so cold. His face was angry.

"Please!" Magenta.

Yasa flicked his hair back and laughed, a loud mocking laughter. Her unbound hair was fluttering over her shoulders.

Magenta closed his eyes, slumping limp under the pressure of Yasa's fingers on his neck. The pain flowed down from his neck and spread all over his body.

Now I'm dying, he thought helplessly.

Then Magenta was surprised, and suddenly the pain disappeared. He shouted, startled, his eyes wide open, trying to focus it into the faint movements in front of him.

Yasa no longer clutched his neck with his cold hands, his tendrils no longer stuck in Magenta's face.

There was a fight in that room. There were moans and screams. Bodies pushing each other, wrestling, strangling each other.

Everything finally seems clear.

"That's!" yells. While leaning against the wall, he tried to stand up, restoring his balance.

The orange has awakened and pulled Yasa from Magenta.

Now the two of them were struggling, clawing at each other, grabbing hair, grabbing and hitting, squealing curiously.

After feeling somewhat upright, Magenta stepped away from the wall. He staggered again, the room tilted. The sound of the flapping of the bats' wings grew louder, louder, until the sound seemed to come out of his own head.

"Aargh!" his screams, both his hands covered his ears.

The confusion subsides.

he couldn't just stand giving up there. He must help the orange.

Yasa ambushed his weak enemy, pushed Jingga hard into his bed, held the girl's chin with one hand, tore off her orange clothes with the other hand, holding the girl's body with his.

Orange screamed as Yasa slipped his hand into his pants, trying to tear off the crown of honor of Orange with his finger, while his mouth clenched the girl's neck.

What can I do? Magenta was confused, frantically circulating a glance around the dark room.

What can I do

His gaze stopped on the two figures of his friend who were drying up.

Magenta grabbed one of them and raised it with both hands, then swung it towards Yasa—shattering it into Yasa's head.

Yasa dodged by ducking under her easily, stretched his hand up and pulled the dried body of his friend from Magenta's grip with inhuman strength.

Magenta was startled, falling into a snarl as Yasa threw the dried body out the window. Then he looked back down at Orange, his tendrils creeping out again, tying his hands on the bed, while his hands began to pull off the girl's pants.

Magenta frowned, looking in horror. His brain was spinning faster than the room.

he must save the orange. But how?

The paper, he thought.

The paper might contain a spell that could help them.

The paper from the old book tear belonged to the mysterious old woman.

While thinking that, he recalled the butane lighters in his pocket. I will try to read it, he said in his heart.

Thank ye. Thank you, Ambu!

His hand trembled, slipped into his jeans pocket and pulled out the lighter with one hand while the other hand groped his pocket and took out the paper.

He turned on the lighter and pointed it at a piece of paper, held the two objects in front of his face and began to read the writing on the paper.

His eyes were twitching.

Just Sundanese rhyme! he thought unsure.

Will this be useful?

But the cry of the orange made him not want to waste time. With a trembling voice he began to read the writing as loud as possible.

"Sanggeus raat cihujan…"

"YESYOOOO!" Orange screams at Magenta.

But Magenta thought the girl was screaming at Yasa. So he continued…

"Kuniang aleut-aleutan, ngariung 'mountain raga…"

"Genta—Don't! Don't read that!"

Magenta stuttered, his lighters also died.

The whole place is back in complete darkness.

Then it started to light up a bit after Magenta's eyes started to adjust to the darkness.

A few inches from the neck of the Orange, Yasa turned his gaze towards Magenta, while his body still wrapped around the body of the Orange, smiling triumphantly. "Nextin!" his orders to Magenta.

"Don't!" sergah Orange.

Magenta gulped and stared at the orange in the dimness of the moonlight.

"Nextin, Genta! You want to know, right?" challenge Yasa. "Now we prove who Jurig Bebegig is?"

Whatdoes thatmean?

Magenta was hesitant for a moment.

"Lu thought I was Jurig Bebegig all along, right?" yasa urged. "Let's continue! Let you know who Jurig Bebegig really is!"

"Don't, Genta!" Orange begs. "Don't beat him! The spell amplified his magic!"

Magenta glanced at Orange once more.

The girl shook her head weakly, her face filled with horror.

Yasa pulled her body from the body of the orange while her tendrils still tied the girl to the bed. With a calm expression he lowered his legs from the bed and walked slowly towards Magenta.

With a chest of fireworks and trembling hands, Magenta flicked the lighter.

The orange screamed in fear as Magenta began to lift the paper near the flame.