Bebegigs
Chapter 61's

"Hey!" Violet's voice sounded raucous and far away. He spoke slowly, as if he had just woken up from a long sleep.

"Vi—lu sounds weird." Orange gripped her cell phone tightly, her hand until it hurt.

"yeah. I-I know. Maybe it's the influence of drugs."

"Lu's badly hurt, huh?"

For a long time there was no truth.

"No. Not anymore. I.. bentar, Ga. The nurse wants to give me some more medicine."

Orange pacing in the kitchen. Thank you, God, he's alive, he thought. He'll definitely be healed.

"Hello, you haven't fainted, have you?" Violet said, her voice only whispering now. "I think I'm okay, Ga."

"Don't lie, you!" sergah Orange. "The doctor said the accident was severe."

"yeah. My wrist is broken. My ribs are bruised. But you don't tell me first, yeah!"

Jingga imagined Miss Lastmi while chopping the cow's leg bones.

"Look I could have a heart attack if I see my condition now" said Violet. "Gue took the shock of the moment when he saw slang-slang in my hand. But luckily my luck is still good."

"okay?" Orange hands sweat. He clamped the phone under his chin, then he paced back and forth.

"Gue just didn't know, that crazy guy really wanted to kill me."

For a moment Orange was silent.

A madman?

What is Violet talking about?

The anesthetic that the nurse had given him must have started to work and made it a bit strange, thought Orange.

"What did you say? Crazy fellow?"

"My bokin! I mean, he's been crazy times, huh? The time he was suddenly angry was unclear. Keep going, ask to break up. I was in the morning with him."

"Oh, so that's why you didn't fuck up today? Though you say goodbye from home to campus, right? Since when did you learn to lie to your parents?"

"Wait—dengerin me first!" sergeant Violet. "Gue didn't lie. I mean-gue no intention lies Nyokap. I really want to go to campus. My bokin suddenly intercepted me in front of campus. He said there was something important he wanted to talk about. Sampa at his boarding house, don't know he's just asking for it."

"So what?" cut Orange ketus.

"Please, don't ask to be clarified!" violet was half sulking. "Lu know my relationship is the same as how far I've gone. Can you please just hear me until the story is finished?"

"OK, go!"

"Well, that's abis. He's out for a second. He said there was an urgent call from the secretariat. Coincidentally, next week we have plans to go up the mountain again. Back home he got angry seeing me in his room. His face is like people don't know me. Kan, crazy!"

"Huh?" The orange could not cover his surprise.

"When he asked to break up, just say it. No need to use drama. I can still take it if he's the same boss as me or he has a new girlfriend. Although it hurts, I'd rather he be honest than be weird. Basic artist!" cela Violet's.

"Wait!" sela Orange. "Lu sure wouldn't mind being left out. Your relationship with him is too—"

"Gue doesn't care!" cut Violet. "Gue couldn't accept him more like this. Tau-tau ngusir me. Where else is the deres!"

"So that's why you had an accident?"

"Gue was in an accident because of the test again!" said Violet. Doesn't sound sad in the least because of the break up. "Ah, fuck!" violet's murmuring is getting weaker. "Gue sleepy. These pills…"

"Yes, already. You sleep, deh! I went there" said Orange. His count was said to be Violet, but apparently the girl was completely asleep.

The secretariat? thought. Mountain climbing?

Orange closed the call and locked the screen of his phone and realized that his body was shuddering. His whole body shivered. Not because of the cold air. That coldness started from his brain, then descended on his body. Because thoughts. He shivered with fear.

The guy, he said inwardly while hugging his own body, trying to stop trembling. The gondrong guy who came out of the secretariat of nature lovers…

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Her dream that night was so clear.

he could smell the spruce, feeling the coldness of the clear water as he stepped towards the lake.

Today was bright, the sun was shining brightly, so bright that everything seemed brilliant and sparkling. The colors look sharp and clear. It is surrounded by a bright yellow veil of sunlight. So warm, so bright.

Under his feet the lake looked blue, a cold blue. Her soft ripples were exposed to the sunlight, splashing her bare feet.

he walked across the water, slowly, his arms at the side, his gaze straight ahead, always straight ahead to the surface of the vast lake.

How beautiful today!

But he could not forget the problems that were weighing him down.

Someone was watching him from the lake. Someone watched him as he walked on the lake. Who her?

he turned his body to look at it. But the dazzling yellowish light seemed to blind him. Closed his eyes, then looked into the distance. That blinding light formed a kind of curtain. he could not see behind it. He could not see who was watching him.

The lake suddenly felt cold. Below, the ripples of the waves slammed his legs even harder. The yellowish sunlight fades and turns gray, then black.

Orange awakening.

Where the hell am I? thought.

Trees whispering. The wind blew on his night clothes.

I'm outside again, just wearing a nightgown.

Surrounded by trees, tall fir, oak, short bush. A tricycle was lying upside down on a gravelly car road, in the courtyard of a dark, low-roofed old house. The window leaves are crashing.

That's not Miss Lastmi's house, he thought.

I'm not in front of Miss Lastmi's house. I ... was somewhere else.

As a result of being gripped by fear, Orange only realized that he was holding his breath since then. Breathing out of the lungs and deep breathing of cold air.

Where the hell am I?

There's a streetlight about half a block from it. The old trees ducked and rubbed.

Orange looked down at his feet. Very wet, very cold. He was standing in a deep puddle of water, soft mud slipping between his fingers, almost as high as his feet.

I was standing in the mud. But where is it?

He forced himself to take another breath.

The dream came back to a clear shadow, and Orange let out a surprised sigh. How can I walk on the lake? Why am I there?

Why am I here?

He came out of the puddle. The wind stopped. So quiet, as silent as a black and white photo. It was as if only he could move.he walked away from the now silent trees. Behind the low green bushes is a street view. Across the street is a tall, old Victorian house with pale yellow lights, as pale as the moon. There was only one window in the attic.

The road seems familiar to him, but still feels awkward.