Bebegigs
Chapter 56's

"What the hell are you looking at, Sa?" The orange asked half-demandingly.

They sat face to face while Yasa constantly looked around with a look of uneasy face.

"You won't have appetite if I tell you," Yasa said as he looked at Orange and smiled. He folded both his elbows on the table, linking his fingers in front of his face.

"I mean, when you fucked me!" hatch Orange.

Yasa's smile instantly vanished.

"What are you looking at?" The orange asked again.

"Nothing" replied Yasa. "I really didn't see anything. Maybe my vision can't penetrate you."

Orange frowned. "Can't you?"

"Not everyone can I laugh!" said Yasa.

"But—" Orange instantly fell silent.

The waiter delivers their orders.

Yasa smiled faintly at the servant.

Orange is still watching Yasa. He's lying! He concluded. I don't know what he's trying to cover up, but I know he's lying. Maybe I'm afraid I'm scared or something. And that just means one thing-wetting.

Silence ambushed them for a moment. Everyone is busy with their food. Not because he was really hungry, but because he was confused how to start again.

Their conversation stiffened, considering they were in a public place, plus Yasa's control over what was milling around in his head.

Yasa could not deny his interest in Orange. And he did not regret what he concluded to be a delusion. It's pretty normal for a guy his age. But what bothered him the most was a vision that he thought was just a delusion that was too specific - like not a delusion.

The vision felt like a memory where he could even feel it had happened.

That never happened as long as he was doing his bidding.

My vision might not work if my feelings were involved, he thought. In other words, desire can block vision.

After finishing his meal, Yasa gulped down the bottled mineral water and wiped his mouth with a tissue, while the orange was still far from finished.

"Wait a minute, yeah," he said to Jingga as he got up from his seat, pushed the chair behind him, then walked out of the stall and turned to the martabak stall next to him.

A few minutes later, Yasa returned with a box of martabak. He turned to Orange to see if the girl was finished, then paid for their food.

"Would you like to go there?" Yasa pointed towards the night market when they finally came out of the chicken noodle stall.

Orange shakes. "You promised to tell me while walking or continue at home" he protested. "You haven't told me everything, have you?"

Yasa smiled and gave up.

"Where's your package?" Yasa asked in surprise after they walked half a block from the chicken noodle stall.

"Ah—" A flabbergasted orange observed himself, then turned around and ran back to the chicken noodle stall earlier.

Yasa was waiting on the sidewalk.

Before long, the girl returned empty-handed. "I think my jacket is left in your house, Sa!" said Orange gasping. He ran towards Yasa even though the distance from the stall was not far.

Yasa flinkered for a moment before finally responding, "Right you have your jacket left in my house?"

"Perhaps," replied Jingga hesitated. "I forgot!"

"I also just realized when we came out of the stall earlier," said Yasa. "I'll see you at home tomorrow if I'm anterin!"

"Tomorrow I turn back to Serang" said Jingga. "Titip aja if it's there, later if I return, I take it there. It's okay, right?" he asked, actually half tested. He wanted to know if Yasa would panic if he said that he would return to his home. In his heart he still suspected that Yasa was still hiding something in his house.

But in a calm manner Yasa replied, "Yes, no. It's up to you not to get tired!" Then he unconsciously grabbed the orange shoulder and led her down the path to the girl's house.

A vision—black-and-white image pieces like film footage, suddenly flashed in his vision.

"I'm so happy to be able to go together with you" whispered Yasa.

"Me too" Orange whispered back.

"I'm happy to be your boyfriend" Yasa added, still whispering while rubbing his orange neck with his lips.

Yasa flinched and pulled his hand from the orange shoulder.

"It's okay!" yasa replied quickly. He held his head while frowning. Feeling a little dizzy.

"Sure, Sa, is it okay?" ask Orange unsure.

"It's just a little dizzy," Yasa finally confessed.

"That's why I'm going home by myself!" word Orange.

"Nggak—" Yasa interrupted half a screech. "I'm really okay!"

Orange was silent for a moment, watching Yasa's face with a skeptical look.

"Come," said Yasa, continuing his steps ahead of the orange. Dare not touch that girl again.

The orange tailed behind him with a confused look on his face. She why the hell? ask in the heart.

Arriving at the house of Orange, Ragnala looked at the doorway and smiled.

Yasa regretted it and handed the martabak box into Ragnala's hands.

"Okay, Tirta! What are you doing, taking everything with you?" sergeant Ragnala. "That time, too, thank you! You're also this nitipin right, the same Orange?"

Yasa responded with a deep smile. "It's just cheap food, Mom! But that's the most special thing in our village."

Ragnala smiled and shook his head. Then let Yasa sit down.

Yasa gave a quick nod to Ragnala, then chose to sit on the porch bench.

Ragnala reappeared a short while later, carrying a tray of hot drinks and a plate of martabak that Yasa had brought. Then go back inside after a little bit of pleasantry.

Yasa and Jingga continued their empty chatter about the sleepwalking problem experienced by Jingga.

Yasa listened more than responded. The contents of his head were filled with their friendly scenes that were difficult to fill from his mind.

His little heart began to look forward to immediately leaving the house of Orange and meditating to reveal the mystery of his vision.

This is not a fantasy! Yasa concluded.

What a passion I had was that big to the point of touching her shoulder just having a hallucination.

No, thought Yasa.

He did admire the Orange, but he was stung with respect, not only because the Orange was the daughter of his teacher. More about the admiration itself.

The last minutes of their conversation didn't get in Yasa's brain.

The orange sound is drowning in its focus.

Till…

The sound of footsteps approached towards them in the grounds and diverted their attention.

The move then stopped under an acacia tree in the orange yard.

Magenta stood clumsily looking at them with a wry look on his face.

"Gen," said Yasa calmly.

Magenta doesn't touch him. His gaze was fixed on Orange, while the girl bowed avoiding his gaze.

"I'm watching you from the afternoon" Magenta said in a raucous murmur.

The orange did not respond.

"He's abis from where I was," Yasa took over the answer.

"Gue don't want you!" sergeant Magenta ketus.

"Genta!" Spontaneous orange pervade.

Yasa smiled knots while gently patting the back of his orange hand. "It's okay" he told Orange. Then he went and approached Magenta.

Magenta snorted cynically towards Yasa. "Lu know right, he's my bokin?" said ketus.

"Gue knows" Yasa replied. He tucked both of his hands into his jeans pocket and smiled faintly. Then bowed towards Magenta while whispering, "But if you think you're gini, it could be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow he's your ex!"