Bebegigs
Chapter 53's

"Where's Lastmi's Mom?" the person immediately asked without any pleasantries.

"Yes, yes, it's me" said Lastmi from behind Orange.

Although the day was getting hot by the morning sun, the man was wearing an old gray wool suit. By wearing a handkerchief that has been wet the man wiped his wide forehead.

The orange saw the man holding a water guava.

"Is that you again, Rusman?"

"Rustam is not Rusman!" the man was angry. His face is getting red.

"What do you mean this time, Rusman?" ma'am Lastmi asked, he appeared next to the Orange at the door.

Rustam rolled his eyes and raised the water guava. "What else do you think?" ask him in an unpleasant tone.

"Oh, no more guava stuff. I told you I can't do anything about it."

Orange take a step back.

Rusman or Rustam, or whoever he is, the more displeased he looks. "Mom should do something!" said. "I asked six times. I won't ask for any more. Mother's guava fruits on allotoh menuhin my backyard."

"Well, enjoy it" said Miss Lastmi loudly. "Also, close the door."

"I can't cut grass! Can't walk in your own yard because of your guava!" yell at the neighbor.

"I can't tell the guavas to keep them on the tree" replied Miss Lastmi.

Orange saw his eyes shining. He really enjoyed this commotion, Orange said inwardly.

Mr. Rustam turned around and went down the front porch. "I cut down the tree. For a second." He threw the guava in anger. The fruit hit the gauze door frame.

"Be careful, Rusman," Miss Lastmi warned gently. "Don't do that. Don't be so emotional. The weather's hot. Ntar fucked."

Mr. Rustam was cursing and screaming on his way back to his house.

"That man is very chatty," Miss Lastmi grumbled, more to himself than to Orange, "His chatter is not curvaceous." he turned to Orange and smiled. "Please close the door."

The orange started to close the door, then stopped. "Liat it. His handkerchief was all," he said, opening the gauze door, bending over, and picking it up from the terrace floor. Did I go after the guy, huh?"

Bu Lastmi's eyes twinkled and her dark lips formed a happy smile. "Don't. No, Sweetheart. Don't be flipped. Let alone. Here, here!" he grabbed the damp handkerchief from his orange hand and put it in a skirt bag. Then he went back to the couch. "If he wants, he can come here. Finish breakfast. I am full."

Orange returned to the dining table, while Miss Lastmi climbed the stairs to her bedroom.

Orange also had no taste in continuing his breakfast, so he returned to the dining table to tidy up the table and wash the dishes.

Finished washing the dishes, Jingga rushed to Miss Lastmi's room, intending to say goodbye.

He almost reached the top of the stairs when a black cat belonging to Bu Lastmi appeared on it. The greenish-yellow eyes of the cat glittered. His back was curved, and the cat was hissing.

"Gee! What's the matter, huh?" The orange scolded the cat. "It's just me."

The orange goes up a few more steps.

The cat looked at him, his back still curled.

"Can't be the same customer" said Jingga. "It has to be polite, okay?"

The cat fizzed back, getting more fierce.

It was as if he was pushing me up, the inner orange. But then he realized the absurdity of his mind. Just because this cat is black, then I started imagining him different from the other cats, the Orange scolded itself. Maybe he's bluffing a flea, or a rat, or something else.

The orange rushed past the cat, who kept looking at him, perhaps surprised that it turned out that the orange was not afraid.

Orange rushes to the bedroom Miss Lastmi. The door is half open. The room was dark, there was only a small beam of light coming from the window.

Ms Lastmi sat stiffly on her bed, her body facing the wall. Looks like his eyes are closed.

Doubt at the entrance. "Mom Lastmi?" call slowly.

The old woman did not answer.

Orang-ga saw Miss Lastmi holding a white handkerchief belonging to Mr. Rustam. "Mom Lastmi?"

Still no answer.

A step forward into the room.

Suddenly the black cat Bu Lastmi rubs the body into her legs. He's surprised.

The room was colder, colder than in the hallway.

Lastmi's mom didn't move.

I'd better get out of here, ' said Orange in my heart. He turned around and ran downstairs without looking.

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"Ah, you're crazy! There are still witches today? Which is really you!"

"He's got a cat item. Continuously, his house was also full of equally strange objects, all no animal legs, the same other strange wreckage. The drawer in his room was full of the same candle items. Just now I saw him again possessed in his room—I mean, like another man possessed—while holding his neighbor's handkerchief. What do you think it is?"

"I think anyway, obviously you're halu!"

Orange called Violet, her best friend, on the way home, and told her what she had experienced last night.

It was Monday morning, but Jingga decided to skip college and go home to her parents.

"There has to be a logical explanation" Violet said.

"There he is the logical explanation" said Jingga. "Bu Lastmi is a witch! Strange stuff in his house shamanic devices all."

"Well! Most maen shamans ni son!" violet Seloroh.

"Let me be a shaman, Bego!" orange spray from across the call.

"Hmmh.." Violet spoke as she thought, "Gue doesn't believe that. Why don't you ask me directly?"

"Huh? How-how? 'Mom Lastmi, witch mother huh?' lt's it?"

Violet burst into laughter.

"It's too personal!"

"Yes too, yeah."

"Gue shouldn't even know about his private collection, or about him being possessed. Maybe he'll be upset if he finds out I saw him again possessed."

"It can be."

"Bu Lastmi is very good with me," continued Jingga.

"Na, how come you ran away?"

"Gue wants to see Bokap, I want to ask him about this. I'm horrified."

"You better not make Miss Lastmi angry" suggested Violet.

"Kok you even nambahin anyway?" orange Gerricks.

Violet was back laughing. "What do I need to do, dong? I told you not to believe, you said bokap you shaman. I even got it wrong again."

"I'm not a witch doctor!" orange Protest.

"OK, okay!" hatch Violet. "So what do you want now? You want to move out again?"

"Well, that's why I want to go home first, ask my father first. Abis it's just that I can decide if I should move on anything!"

"Continue now where are you?"

"Gue's on the bus!"

"Did you go to college today?" violet asked, though the answer was certain.

Suddenly their signal began to be disrupted. The two girls had to end the call.