Bebegigs
Chapter 54's

Maybe I should go see Yasa! thought Orange as he stepped out, then closed the heavy front door.

His father was not at home when he arrived. His mother said that maybe his father would come home in two or three days.

He breathed in the fresh air and looked up at the sky. Dark clouds cover the sun.

I better hurry before it rains, he thought.

he turned on the music player on his phone, and began to descend the stone steps towards the road.

Orange suddenly remembered the black cat owned by Bu Lastmi, how to meow loudly when he saw Jingga trying to room Miss Lastmi, the way she looked.

Stop, Orange. Stop it, he scolded himself. Don't let your imagination wander anywhere else.

The orange runs fast, letting music pound in his ear through the headset device, sweeping away all his delusion.

Orange stepped into the rhythm of the music, not thinking about anything else, began to feel good, the synthesized drum beat accompanied his steps.

Suddenly Magenta's face flashed across Orange's mind.

Did he know I was home?

No. gabe.

He doesn't know. He does not want to know, said Orange to himself.

Since that night, Jingga has not met Magenta. He locked himself in the house for the rest of the weekend, and the man did not try to meet him even though he had promised to pick him up at home.

He forgot his promise!

Why does he often forget his promises?

Because he doesn't care!

Anger stings the Orange. But then he rebuked himself again for being so angry.

He tried to think of fun things, re-enjoying music, raising his volume. The louder the music was, the less chance a problem would enter his mind.

Follow stream! he said to himself. Follow. Just follow the current.

The orange was just about to turn on the corner of the street in front of the martabak stall when suddenly a hand was poking at his shoulder.

"Oh!"

The orange jerks, then releases the headphones and turns around. "Genta! Just be surprised!"

Magenta. "That's half a block I'm calling."

"Oh. I must have tuned the music to disappointment." Orange turns off the music player. "Well, are you here?"

Magenta's dark eyes looked at Orange with a seductive look. Her hair was pushed back. He wears black jeans that have been stripped and white T-shirt layered army striped parka jacket.

Okay, okay. He's really cool, the orange. The problem is, he is well aware of that.

"I. I want to talk to you, Orange."

"Other times. I'm in a hurry." The orange turned and started to step. He did not believe in his own cold attitude.but, what else could he do to this guy?

Jingga had wasted her vacation time, spent the rest of the weekend just by shutting herself up, waiting for the boy to pick her up at home but until late at night the guy never went to pick her up.

And now, that guy right here, tailing him like a puppy.

Must not have wanted to meet him on purpose!

This guy probably just happened to see it, then follow it.

He never really cared for me unless I crossed in front of his nose, ' thought Orange annoyed.

"Where are you going, anyway?" magenta asked as he continued to follow her.

"To Yasa's house!" answer Jingga indifferently, while pointing to the intersection between the waterfall tour and the southern village, without turning to Magenta.

Magenta chased after her and grabbed the girl's arm. "So you're really going the same way Yasa?" he is half demanding.

The orange stopped its steps and stared intently at Magenta's eyes. "What do you mean?"

"The boys said they saw you at the mall market when I saw Kantata."

"Yes, why then? You'll go watch too!" Orange berkilah.

"I'll take you, too, but you won't. Go with Yasa!"

"I went down the mountain. And you even want to watch your friends! There's nothing wrong with that, if I'm enjoying life too?" sergah Orange half rebuking.

Even Orange itself was surprised by the hardship. But he doesn't care. Magenta must learn to understand others. The guy should know that Orange was disappointed that night.

So was the next night.

The orange pulled his arm from Magenta's grasp.

"I'm sorry about that, I know I was wrong. But—"

"But you make another mistake tomorrow!" cut Orange ketus.

"I.." Magenta gulped with a wrinkled look on his face. "I guess you go again with Yasa."

"Good," grumbled Orange. "That's why I'm really going with Yasa."

"Jingga—" Magenta caught his arm again.

"Please!" cold Orange.

"Why are you going to Yasa's house?" Magenta casts a jealous, pessimistic and self-confident crisis, which usually succeeds in breaking Orange's heart. But now it makes him look ridiculous.

Why did I care about him so much? ask the orange in your heart. He never cared for me himself.

"Please" pinta Orange with pleading gaze. "I have something important to talk to Yasa."

"Why should Yasa?" ask Magenta rahu.

"Because you won't understand!" answer Orange.

Magenta instantly fell silent with a wounded expression. Magenta obediently stopped his steps and gave way.

The orange doesn't care. It's no longer working, he thought fed up. Then he rushed past Magenta.

"Don't forget two years ago what Yasa was like!" magenta shouted trying to warn. Sounds sadder than threatening.

"Don't forget to be happy!" The orange yelled back at him, and began to run.

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Yasa greeted Jingga timidly, walked out of her front door, smiled somewhat nervously, and reached out to greet Orange. He wears perforated jeans in the neck and a high-necked long-sleeved black T-shirt.

Orange smelled his smile. Yasa looks stiff and clumsy when trying to feel it. Orange was happy to see the guy blushing. His white cheeks are red.

"I'm not bothering you, am I?" ask Orange, turning around and walking slowly to the front yard.

Yasa smiled faintly and shook his head, "No," she replied briefly. "You haven't returned to Attack?" ask when they started walking across the grassy field.

"I turned back again," Orange laughed and pulled Yasa's arm, and was surprised to realize how cold the hand was.

He was nervous, thought Jingga. la so happy then pulled the guy's arm down to sit on the grass beside him.

Yasa looked embarrassed. "Why?" tanyakanya.

"Ah—" Orange hesitated. "There's really a little problem in my new hostel. I just moved in and just slept there. But nothing has happened yet, something strange."

"What's weird?" Yasa turned to look at the orange with his eyes squinted.

Orange nodded.

"So that's why you found a freak?" ask Yasa while laughing.

I like his laugh, Inner Orange. He rarely laughs. He is usually very serious, but seems very upset when he laughs.

The two of them sat close together on the grass and chatted uninterruptedly for nearly two hours.

Jingga tells the story of Miss Lastmi and her black cat. Also about the house and its strange furniture. Then he also expressed his theory about the possibility that Miss Lastmi had filled him until he was sleepwalking.

"You will laugh at my theory" Orange said before stating his theory.

But Yasa did not laugh. His face grew more serious as Orange spoke, and he began to nod in agreement.

"It could be," he said as Orange finished speaking.

"Don't you think my brain is tilted?"

"No," Yasa said seriously.