Bebegigs
Chapter 55's

"Papa you once said, there are many kinds of magic. One of them is the type of woven earlier," he explained carefully. "But the question is, why? I mean what's the reason people do that to you?"

"I don't know either. I want to tell Papa the story" said Jingga after he finished telling the story. "But Papa's not home."

"Yes" said Yasa. "Empu Brajasena again cheated."

"What's that gelakon?" ask Orange.

"The gigakon is acting," Yasa replied jokingly.

Orange chuckles in response. But then he concluded that the 'ngelakon' was related to the spiritual journey.

The rain started to fall.

Yasa offers to take shelter in his house. "I'm sorry, but" he said. "In dalem there's nobody. It's okay, right?"

Orange smiles and shrugs. "What's important is that we don't do anything" he joked.

Yasa just smiled faintly. Then let the girl in.

The orange stepped inside through the door and stopped, looking around with a look of astonishment.

The house doesn't look like it belongs to a family of farmers.

Everything is made of twisted wood, the board floor is dark brown shiny with a creamy velvet carpet in the middle of the living room. The wallpaper is a solid black aesthetic pattern, a black sofa with white padded wood frames, matching with window frames that are also creamy.

They walked side by side down the corridor towards the dining room, occasionally having their shoulders rubbed unintentionally, reminiscent of Jingga on the first night of meeting Yasa.

What was I thinking? Orange reprimanded itself.

The man she met that night wasn't Yasa.

Why can't I forget that guy? thought sad.

Am I interested in Yasa?

Or Jurig Bebegig?

I must be crazy!

"Want tea... or hot chocolate?" Yasa offered after they reached the kitchen that became one with the dining room. The guy was attacking the water to make a hot drink.

"Chocolate," replied Jingga while turning to Yasa and smiling. He took off his jacket and attached it to the backrest of one of the wooden benches in front of the dining table which was again aesthetically valuable, then sat on the bench.

He guessed that one of Yasa's parents did not come from this village, perhaps from a big city or even from abroad. It smells of classical European.

This family is not simple, he thought.

Not like the village.

"Papa you never taught me how to nerawang," Yasa told in a relaxed and calm tone. "But if I practice it to you now, it will be calculated mode" he continued, smiling and putting two cups of hot drinks on the table.

The orange took the cup thrust towards him. "Thank you" he said. "What's the way it's starting out a little combal?" tanyanya laughs.

Yasa pulled out one of the chairs and sat down beside the orange. "Little," he said, turning to Orange and smiling faintly.

"The race?" The orange is curious.

"We must hold hands" Yasa replied, turning to his cup and sipping his drink a little.

"Is he doing that?" hatch Orange.

"Wanna try?" Yasa offered as he stretched out his palm.

"Hmmm.." Orange pretended to consider. But then cupped his palm over Yasa's palm, while sticking fingers together.

Yasa's fingers were a few inches longer, and the orange was surprised the palm was so soft, the nails were long and pure white, unlike the children of farmers in general.

"Taroan, you must have never held a hoe!" orange comments to cover up his nervous feelings. His heart was pounding as their hands touched.

Yasa just smiled thinly as usual, not answering the orange question. "Can it begin?" He asked back.

"OK," respond orange quickly.

"Close your eyes" Yasa ordered.

Orange cleared his throat and closed his eyes, slightly misbehaving due to the pounding of his heart.

Yasa scanned the girl's face for a while, then smiled wryly. Pretty, he thought. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then closed his eyes.

Her lips. His lips were dark, very dark. Pressing the orange lips gently.

At first Yasa kissed the lips of Orange, looking into the eyes of the girl passionately. Then it began to pant as its mouth landed onto the girl's neck.

Initially soft. And then it gets stronger.

Kissing lips.

His cheek.

Her neck.

Kissing his neck while the clouds were low and the fog swirled around. Kissing his neck while the ground below him tilted.

Yasa held her head and kissed her neck strongly, getting stronger.

Hot and hungry.

he closed his eyes with a feeling of drifting and would creep down…

Yasa flinched and shook off his hands while jumping to his feet and staggered.

The orange gasped, opened its eyes and was flabbergasted to find Yasa gasping for breath.

"Why?" ask Orange worried.

Yasa gulped with difficulty, "Ng-no! It's okay!" answer stuttered. He propped his hand against the edge of the table, bending over, rubbing his chest, trying to recover his breath and relieve the pounding of his heart.

What was I thinking? Yasa cursed in his heart.

Why am I fantasizing?

And... Why is the delusion so specific?

"So—sori!" yasa said, still slightly stuttering. He rubbed his face and sighed harshly. Then look out the window. "The rain has subsided" he said quickly. "I'm anter home, huh?"

Orange frowned, feeling a little disappointed. "Sa—"

Yasa turned his body against the orange, he rushed into the corridor and disappeared for a while, then returned wearing a jacket.

The orange still peels with the eyebrows interlocked. "Sa, what's the matter?" ask Orange.

"There's nothing" Yasa replied quickly. He sipped the drink in his cup until it ran out, then closed the zipper of his jacket. "Abisin used to be the chocolate!"

"You're upset with me, Sa?" Orange asked while pouting.

"Ah—sori," Yasa tried to force a smile. "I'm just afraid you're coming home late" he said, pointing out a window. "The rain subsides" he reasoned. "We continue to talk on the way. If we don't talk at your house. Here no one, afraid so. slander," he said at length and a little too soon. Afraid of 'wanted' things happening, he added inwardly.

She's nervous! Orange concludes.

What the hell is it?

What did he see in his spiritual vision?

Is it really that bad?

Or... Is there something in this house?

Why is he insisting that I get out of his house?

As if afraid of being caught by someone!

Does he have a wife?

The orange mind is getting more and more stretched.

"You don't want a story, Sa?" search the orange while looking into Yasa's dark and deep eyes. Orange was disappointed because Yasa looked wrong.

When they reached the intersection near Magenta's kiosk and his friends, Yasa tried to melt the atmosphere. "We'll eat first, yuk!" take him while pulling the orange into the bakmie stall next to the martabak stall.

The orange could feel Yasa's hand on his back as they walked into the stall. Again the orange remembered their meeting.

"The meatballs are the same." Yasa turned to Orange with a questioning look.

"I'm chicken noodles!" orange without interest.

Finished ordering, he led Orange to the middle of the room to find a seat and chose the corner table that only had two benches.