Bebegigs
Chapter 59's

That night Jingga had a dream about the lake behind the house of Miss Lastmi.

In his dream, he was standing by the lake. The water was bright blue, like the sky. It is surrounded by blue. Suddenly he stepped into the lake. He did not drown. He began to walk. He was walking on the surface of the blue water, looking up at the blue sky, not at all surprised when he realized he could walk on the water.

he took a few steps, then a few more. The water felt extremely cold under the bare soles of his feet.

Suddenly he felt watched. Someone was watching him from the lake. Makes him feel bad. Who's that over there? Who's watching him?

he tried to see it, but could not. Deeply agitated, feeling that something was amiss, he continued to step up, and took another step. The wind was blowing very hard. His clothes were waving around him. The lake water patted his ankles.

Who's that over there? Who's watching him?

The orange opened its eyes and it appeared to be covered in darkness.

This is not the darkness of his room.

he's awake now. The dream is over.

So why isn't he back in his room?

His bare feet felt very cold, very wet. He looked down, and he was standing on a tall, wet grass. His sleepwear fluttered around his body, blown by the wind. The front shadow of Bu Lastmi's house looks towering like a giant creature that is silent.

Where the hell am I?

How did I get here?

he hugged his own body and looked at the building. Is that Miss Lastmi's house? Why does it look so different?

It was very dark, very cold and very strange.

Why am I standing here?

The trees swayed and seemed to whisper the ground as if it was tilted. The orange develops both of its arms to maintain the balance of its body.

Then he saw the front door of the house stretched wide.

I walk over here? I walked out here in my sleep?

Something is wrong, he thought. Something is wrong and terrible.

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Sunlight breaks through the kitchen window curtain over the sink as Orange hastily finishes her job of washing dishes. After watering the plants later, he wanted to take a shower immediately, then hurriedly left for campus.

Maybe meeting his friends on campus can make Orange forget his frightening experience—walked in bed last night.

If only he could share his story with someone. Maybe his fear will diminish.

That time his feelings were better, when he shared the story with Yasa.

Unfortunately their conversation had to be cut short due to Magenta's arrival.

This morning the first thing he did was call Violet, but instead her mother received the call, her mother said she had not woken up.

So there's no one to talk to.

Is he really sleepwalking? Down the stairs, open the front door, and cross the front yard until almost to the road with eyes closed and arms stretched out like in a horror movie?

Orange's mind was filled with questions that had to be answered immediately. He had never been sleepwalking until he stayed at Miss Lastmi's house. Why did he experience it again last night? where's he going? What would happen if he didn't wake up? Will he keep walking?

Orange pondered his dream, trying to repeat it many times in his mind, he still did not understand as well. Why did he cross the lake? To meet someone? To escape from someone? And who's watching him from the lake?

Miss Lastmi?

Did he really hold me?

But it's true Yasa said. Why would he do that?

Or is he himself wrong?

Was it his dream that caused him to sleepwalk? Is there a connection between the two?

he has to talk to someone.

Got to!

But who?

Orange looks at Miss Lastmi. "Mom! Do you know anything about sleepwalking?"

They just finished breakfast together. The old woman was now sitting on the sofa, petting her black cat. He didn't seem to have heard the orange question. But finally he raised his head. Cat too. "Sorry, Orange. You call me?"

Yeah, that's! Who else is it? Just cats? cut the orange, but of course only in the heart. "Yes" he said hesitantly. "I asked you about sleepwalking."

Lastmi did not seem surprised to hear that. "Walking in sleep? Yep. Yeah," he said, looking down at Cakra. "It's a mysterious case in my opinion." He picked up his cat and started to play with it.

The orange dried his hands with a striped cloth. He decided not to tell her what he was going through to Miss Lastmi.

Should he go back to his parents' house?

Maybe her father is home now.

But Miss Lastmi suddenly said, "Hopefully I don't need to ngunciin you ntar malem."

The orange turned to look at the old woman.

The old woman looked back at him with a concerned look.

Cakra meowed and jumped down to the floor. His body was coiled like a ball in front of the sofa comfortably, as if getting ready to listen to Orange tell a story.

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After the lecture that day, Jingga rushed to find Violet, impatient to tell what Mr. Rusman was going through. What she's been through since she lived at Miss Lastmi's house. But some of her friends said Violet didn't go to college today.

Now the orange afternoon sun sinks behind buildings and trees. The air feels fresh and cold. Orange walked out towards the stop closest to the campus. The stop looks lonely.

Orange crossed the road and turned to and fro, the road also looks empty.

Someone had just walked out of the nature-loving secretariat across the street, then closed the gate behind him by slamming him. He turned towards the stop and stopped—one step from the stop floor, looking towards Orange.

He looked at me, said Orange in his heart.

He looked at me as if he knew me!

The man looked very surprised to see it.

He was very big, inwardly orange, looking back at that person.

The man was about one hundred and eighty in height, his body firm. He wore black mountain pants and shoes and a tight T-shirt that showed his chest and muscles that protruded behind the army's striped parka jacket that was left open.

His height was equivalent to Yasa but his body contained like Magenta. His skin color is also a bit dark like Magenta. But her hair was long and curly like Yasa. He also tied his curly hair back to resemble a bun as was Yasa's custom.

It could be said that the man was a fusion of Yasa and Magenta.

See what, Gondrong? think Orange.

The orange looked back to convince himself that no one else might be looking at the man.

There aren't.

The campus yard is deserted. There was no one else around.