Bebegigs
Chapter 62's

The orange walks towards the lamp, through the dirt sidewalk on the side of the road. He swung his right arm, at first slowly, then faster, while holding his nightgown at the waist with his left hand.

Is the one near the lamp a street sign?

Yep.

he passed another dark old house, away from the street. The tall grass and weeds stretched out in his courtyard like a tapestry.

Do I know that house? Do I know this road? How far have I walked? Have I walked into another dream?

he rushed to the nameplate of the road.

he looked into the distance, then read it again. Hasn't changed.

Why am I here?

he sleepwalked into the lake, to the edge of the forest. To the edge, he thought. To the boundary.

Overstepping the sanity limit. I've gone mad.

The words continued to be repeated in his heart until he lost meaning.he looked up to see the road sign again. There really. Not a dream. la was in the lake with only a sleep-clothed in the middle of the night. he sleepwalked here?

Perhaps he would stand there forever, stunned at the black-and-white signboard. But the red glow brought him back to the real world, and he realized he was no longer alone now.

There's a car door slammed.

A man walked towards her. Red light shimmered. Like surrounding. The orange blinked, trying to avoid the glare.

He knew it was just a dream, again coming to frighten him. He looked down, hoping to see the cold blue lake water. But he only saw dust.

"Miss?"

The man stood right in front of him, illuminated by a red glow of light.

"Miss? What are you doing out here?" la police. Behind him, Jingga saw red lights on the roof of the police car.

"Hey. I. I don't know."

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"Are you hurt? Is there anyone who brought you here?"

"No."

The policeman held the orange arm gently. The orange followed him towards the glowing red light. "Can I take you home? You live around here?"

"Thank you, sir!"

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"What time is it?"

Yasa shrugged his shoulders. "Sori. I have urgent business." He wore a high-necked long-sleeved black T-shirt and colored jeans, which were then covered in an orange parka jacket. "I can't wait until morning. I can't calm down. Orang-orang may be in danger."

"Did Empu Brajasena know?" Tone glanced at his watch uneasily, time showing one o'clock in the morning.

"Empu Brajasena is leaving, don't know when she's coming home" Yasa said. "That's why I can't calm down." He closed the orange jacket zipper, a little surprised because the size fits on his body. This is a guy's jacket, he concludes.

Nada handed the car keys to Yasa. "The gas is still full."

Yasa started to step out, then suddenly came back again. "I'm really sorry because tomorrow morning you have to walk to the health center. There are no buses with gini."

"You're an adult" Nada said quickly. "Emang it's time you used that car to make a girl. But it's not normal at one in the morning."

"Please, don't put me in a position as if I'm greedy for inheritance. That's Papa's car." Nada meant to just joke, but her voice sounded serious.

Yasa looked at his brother with his eyebrows intertwined, he held the front door, his body half inside and half outside the house.

Nada looked at her watch again, then pushed Yasa out of the house. "Hurry up there, ah! I want to go to sleep" he said, yawning.

"Be careful at home!" Yasa opened the car door and sat behind the wheel.

"Oh, shit!" Tone closed the door and locked it while grumbling. "Pake dyingetin," he murmured grimly as he glanced at his watch again, realizing he was now alone at home.

Their mother died giving birth to Yasa and her father died when Yasa was a child. Come to think of it, from where they actually have a miracle to be able to survive so far.

Although their parents left a legacy that would not run out for seven generations, Nada was still too small to be a replacement for both parents.

The neighbors of even the relatives of no one would be willing to extend their hands to embrace Nada and Yasa. Even to just target their parents' inheritance.

Everyone looked at Yasa as the unlucky carrier.

And now Nada knows exactly why.

Yasa is different.

That is why they are able to survive without parents!

And they say Yasa's a fucking carrier?

Of course Nada won't believe it!

He saw his brother as a miracle.

Nada did not know what happened to Yasa two years ago, because she had to get nursing education outside the city.

All he knew, Empu Brajasena had turned Yasa into a man. And he respected her a lot. That was why he did not mind for anything related to Orange. Even if his sister is only a kasmaran.

If only Nada knew…

Yasa rushed to Serang city that night relying only on the vision.

Yasa never knew where Jingga lived in Serang city. Or where Orange lectures.

All the information he had to search for the current Orange was obtained from his vision.

Yasa never even got that far from his village.

But this is a good time to use what the father of Orange taught, he thought. There is nothing to lose even if he fails.

Everything was a first experience for him. First time following the vision. First time leaving the hometown to a completely foreign place with no road guide except his vision.

But Yasa did not feel daunted. His concern for Orange was much greater than the concern for anything else—like the possibility of him getting lost in a foreign city.

After all I am a man, his determination is deep in heart.

The car suddenly felt cold. The same coldness as the coldness in his vision whenever he glared at the orange jacket.

All of a sudden, someone knew that he was sitting on the passenger bench beside Yasa.

Yasa turned his head to the side and gulped as his eyes stared at the passenger seat beside him.

A girl, maybe the same age as an orange. Loud gazes. His eyes are dark and dangerous. Her hair color is so long. He was wearing the same jacket Yasa wore.

The climber, he thought. A female climber who was attacked by a giant bat in his vision.

Yasa cleared his throat, "This jacket has you, huh?" he asked as he straightened his gaze back forward, refocusing it towards the road.

The girl turned her head, facing her face towards Yasa.

Yasa turned his head once more towards the girl and realized his face was different from the female climber in his vision.