Bebegigs
Chapter 50's

Two years later…

Orange walks among the crowds along the sidewalk to meet Magenta.

Small shops and simple food stalls passed by are bright and filled with visitors.

Tonight is warm and sunny. The moon is surrounded by stars.

Just like two years ago…

There's another night market in the square.

And he just arrived home for a vacation, after day after day he passed outside the city to get a college education.

After college, he used to come home once a week just to spend a weekend night with Magenta.

He walked around to look at the merchants' stalls in the shop's offices and along the sidewalks.

The surrounding people were beaming red-faced sunburned, and full of smiles, they were wearing colorful clothes and shorts or skirts.

The atmosphere of the small town now looks much more crowded than in previous years.

After passing through half a block, Orange can see the corner of the road in front of their subscription martabak kiosk but does not see Magenta. That's where they agreed to meet.

Hopefully he's not late anymore, he thought, looking at his watch at a glance while crossing the street.

The market that night was open yet huh, thought Orange while infiltrating among the crowd back looking for Magenta.

Orange likes the night market. He loves his silly rides and games, as well as his sweet popcorn and fragrant aroma.

Maybe Magenta wants to go there, he thought.

la looked at the game— venue and saw the guy on the back rather. Magenta and Kantata were bowing over one of the games, looking at the screen seriously while Reksa was twirling his wheel with excitement.

"Hi, Gen! Gen—" Orange itself could not hear his voice between the sounds of explosions, gunshots, whistling whistles, siren screeching, and the sound of collisions that echoed in the long hallway.

When Magenta finally turned to the door, he looked surprised to see an orange.

Did he forget to make a meeting? think Orange.

Magenta hurried to leave the game and approached Orange, his face showing guilt. "Oh. Hi." Hey." Magenta followed the orange out onto the sidewalk. "You just got here, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah." Orange nodded.

"You look cute. That's a new shirt, huh?" Orange is wearing a pale blue T-shirt with a V neck that has been worn about a thousand times.

"No. Why are you here?"

"Uh .. I just met Kantata. Keep us playing some games with Reksa. Anyways, usually."

"So this malem you want to do?" ask Orange.

Magenta shrugged.

"Don't you look over there?" ask Jingga, while looking towards the night market field. A beam of yellow light illuminated the sky in that direction, the floodlights signifying that the night market had been opened.

"Well..." Magenta. "This is the latest cannibal film." he pointed to a new cinema across the street, where there were already queues, mostly teenagers, waiting for the ticket booth to open. "I'm the same Kantata would like to watch. You want to come?"

Orange growled furiously. "You know I don't like those movies! Why should I watch a beautiful girl cut and sliced? It's just trash harassing women!"

"Yes, I know" said Magenta, his eyes fixed on the longer line.

Really do not get in the middle of thinking Orange, his anger becomes so. All the time Magenta was with Kantata and the gang. She's so excited about watching these silly movies, she doesn't even remember making a deal with me!

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" ask the guy, while avoiding the orange stare. Nervously he rubbed his hair back while glancing at the gaming venue, looking for his friends.

"Yes, I'm sure" said the orange, without hiding his anger again. "Aren't you the same horror story?"

"No," said Magenta quickly, while grinning.

she hopes the boy will keep her from leaving. She hopes Magenta changes his plans, telling Kantata and the other kids that he's off.

"Well, the day after tomorrow is still a holiday. Tomorrow we're both gone, '" Magenta said. "Tok us to the mallem market or to Curug, it's up to you."

The orange turned away from Magenta. "Yes. Okay," he murmured and began to step.

"Tomorrow I'll pick you up at home!" exciting Magenta.

Why didn't I tell him how angry I was? Jingga asked herself, putting her hand in her pocket and quickly moving away from the gaming venue.

Why didn't I tell him I was so mad at him?

Why do I just say, "Yes, okay," and walk away?

he realized that he was as angry with himself as he was with Magenta.

Maybe I should watch a movie with him, he thought.

Naw. No need to. Quickly dispelled that thought.

I am the one who always gives up, who always compromises. He thought he could do whatever he wanted.

This holiday turned out to be annoying, thought Orange, his anger peaking.

Every Saturday and Sunday, he always tries to be at home just so he can spend a weekend night with Magenta. And every week Magenta prefers to travel with the guys rather than spend time with him.

Somehow he felt, the more he came here, the more Magenta resembled a God.

The orange started crossing the intersection near the Mini Market, walking briskly.he was busy with his own anger until it hit someone who crossed from the opposite direction.

"Oh!"

he was shocked, staggering backwards, trying to keep his body in balance.

At first he saw a maroon-red pullover, then black jeans.

Then he saw a taper face, smooth white, his expression as shaggy as he was.

Then he recognized the face. "Yasa!"

"Ah—hai!" the guy, still looking surprised. "I didn't see you."

"I don't see you either" said Orange blushing. "You're okay, right?"

"It's okay." Yasa rubbed his shoulder curls back and flashed a reassuring smile. "You're in a real hurry. Where are you going?"

"Not going anywhere" I'm Orange. "I'm in a hurry somewhere." Jingga meant to joke, but it seemed that Yasa did not catch her point.

Sounded horn.

They both jumped up and realized they were standing in the middle of the road.

"Come on," Yasa asked. The orange followed him to the sidewalk while the car slid away, honking its horn again.

Yasa stepped under the streetlight, giving way to the woman who had just walked out of the grocery store, the hassles of carrying three bags full of food.

"You are so tall!" said Orange while laughing.

Again, Yasa did not smile. Actually, for a moment he seemed offended to hear the comments of Orange. But he quickly corrected himself and returned a warm smile.

After graduating from school, he did not immediately continue his education to college and preferred to devote himself to spiritual training under the guidance of his father. And the results turned out to have a considerable effect on his physical changes.

Sure was!

Because there is no spiritual training that does not involve physical training