Bebegigs
Chapter 6's

"But you haven't answered my question." Orange would not give up, he followed Magenta.

"I can't" whispered Magenta. "Because God... He's too scared."

"But, Magenta," urged the orange. He saw the gods watching them from the front of his house.

"Go home, gih!" exclamation Magenta ketus. "Udah magrib knows!"

"I just want to go home if you're clear about what you mean." Sometimes the orange is stubborn.

"OK, okay," Magenta whispered as he glanced towards the Gods. "Meet me tomorrow malem, okay? We meet in front of the post office downstairs, I'll tell you everything."

The orange eventually stops following Magenta and returns home.

He rushed into the house. His mother was in the kitchen.

Ragnala was removing the coffee cups from the cardboard and moving them all to the wall cabinets. He turned around as soon as his daughter came in. "It's raining outside, huh?" he asks.

Orange nodded hard. The grains of rain in her hair fell to the floor. "The rain is quite low" said Orange.

Ragnala frowned. "Saking busy here, Mama's not looking out the window."

The orange takes off the coat and takes it to the closet next to the front door. But there are no hangers yet. Forced to put his coat on a pile of cardboard. Then he went back to the kitchen rubbing his sweater sleeves. "Ma, have you ever heard of Jurig Bebegig?" ask Orange.

Orang-orang heard his mother take a short breath. But when he turned to the orange, the look on his face was ordinary.

"Jurig Bebegig?"

"Yes, Jurig Bebegig! Mama never heard of Jurig Bebegig who said he lived on the top of the mountain?" Orange asked back.

Ragnala bit her lip and seemed to think hard. "Yet. Mama never shits! Mama doesn't know anything about it, Orange." Voice shakes.

Why does he look nervous? thought Orange was suspicious.

Ragnala leaned over to pick up a few more cups from the cardboard.

The orange walked across the room to help him. "So I was told people, he said I can not go up to the top of the mountain because there is Jurig Bebegig," said Jingga. "Saying that Jurig Bebegig was living on the top of the mountain."

Ragnala just shut up. He handed two cups to his daughter. Both Oranges put in the closet.

"So there are parents who tell me, he said I will never return if I meet Jurig Bebeggig who lives on the top of the mountain," Jingga continued.

His mother laughed short. "Ah, that's just superstition" he murmured.

Orange looked at his mother while squinting. "O, huh?"

"Yes, yes" his mother said. "All small villages have a myriad of serem stories. The one who tells the story of kayak is definitely just a prankster who wants to kidnap you."

"White?" Orange frowned. "But I think he's serious, really."

Empu Brajasena, the strange man with a white beard, shouted to prevent me from climbing to the top of the mountain. I know he's not kidding. he's serious. He threatened me. It's not just a fad. It can't be just a fad, thought Orange.

"Ma, Mama wants a rhyme about scarecrows?" asked Jingga. la straightened her body and stretched her muscles as she turned to her waist.

"Rhyme?"

"Yes, rhyme. I suddenly snubbed that rhyme today. That rhyme I took from my grandmother when I was a kid."

Ragnala bit her lip again. "I don't think Mama knows what you mean" he said. He turned his eyes away, and avoided his daughter's gaze.

"I only want the first verse" Jingga continued. Then read the poem, "But it rained Ngagelebug, komo wanci sambekala! Kade Bebegig's! Bebegig mawa dodoja."

"Ma! Mama's fine, right?" ask Orange. "What's wrong?"

"No, really! There is nothing" said his mother ketus and while turning away his face. "There's nothing, Orange. But Mama didn't want that rhyme. I don't think Mama's ever been horrified."

Nervously Ragnala fiddled with his tall hair bun.

"Mama sure?" Orange asked slowly.

Yeah, yeah it is. Mama sure," her mother replied sharply. "Udahlah! Now help Mama finish this stuff, so you can start making dinner."

What's up, anyway? Orange asked in the heart.

Why is Mom suddenly angry with me?

And why did I get the impression that he was trying to cover something up?

My mom has never lied to me.

Why is his attitude so strange now?

That night the orange could not sleep. Her new bed feels so hard. And he kept imagining the low ceiling in his room coming down and squeezing his body.

Thick clouds had stepped aside, and a crescent moon seemed to float in the night sky. The light enters through the round Orange window, and produces long, moving shadows.

The orange shivered under his blanket. Everything is new and foreign to him. He wondered if he would sleep here. He closed his eyes and tried to think of fun things.

Jingga remembers her friends in Jakarta. He imagined their faces one by one. Then wondered what they were doing there, as he went through a terrifying adventure on the mountain. He also wondered if they missed him.

The orange had just fallen asleep when the howling sound split the silence of the night.

Wolf howls?

The orange came down from his bed and walked bent towards the window.

The acacia flower outside looks shiny because it reflects the moonlight. It was almost like during the day.

The bushes were seen swaying slowly due to the wind. The howls were heard again.

The orange looked towards the mountain. But all that is seen is the dark and silent houses, and the winding road to the top.

The entire body of the orange seemed to be pierced. The girl knew she would never sleep again. The room was so cold, the air was damp and stuffy.

Finally he decided to take a walk. Maybe it will relax me, he thought. Then he quickly put on jeans and a sweater. Then he went down the stairs without making a sound, of course, because his mother could not know he was out.

Oranges take up coats and boots. He slipped out. Slowly he closed the front door. His gaze swept over the yellow powder of acacia flowers that enveloped the grounds.

While sneaking around the girl headed towards the street. Due to the coldness, each breath of his instantly turned into dew.

"Wow!" Orange murmured in amazement. The cold and fresh air felt so comfortable on his face.

The wind has stopped. The whole world looks silent and silent.

There were no vehicles passing by, Jingga realized. There was no honking. There is no bus driving. No one laughed and cried on the street.

I am really alone out here, he said inwardly. The whole world is mine.

But the girl's daydream soon collapsed due to the long howl that made her hair bristling.