Bebegigs
Chapter 63

Lastmi rushed to the front door in a row, propped up on her stick, with a face of fear and shock when she saw Orange and the serious-faced policeman. He brought Orange into the kitchen, tightly hugged the girl's waist.

Their eyes blinked by the sharpness of the kitchen lights.

Lastmi ma'am attacked the water to make hot chocolate.

Jingga tells about her dreams and about how she woke up by the lake. "Nothing else I want. There was nothing more I could describe" said Jingga, and her tears broke.

Lastmi ma'am came over to her side and hugged her. "Shhh. You are safe now."

"But what exactly happened to me? Why am I walking in my sleep?" ask Orange not happy.

"I don't know either" said Miss Lastmi as she poured a packet of chocolate powder into a cup. "I don't know anything about sleepwalking. But the important thing is you don't worry, don't worry too much."

"Too worried?" orange Jerrits. He knew Miss Lastmi spoke very quietly to calm him down, but it made him angry. His body was shaking. "Why am I not worried? I walk to the lake while sleeping!"

"I know, honey," said Miss Lastmi. He poured boiling water into the cup and shifted the cup near the orange.

"I never slept walking before I lived here" Jingga tried to keep her voice from sounding shaky. He knows, it sounds terrible. But he couldn't prevent it.

Miss Lastmi suddenly looked very tired.

Orange can no longer bear to see the pretentious behavior of Miss Lastmi. The hot chocolate sipped a little and his tongue immediately felt burning.

"Maybe we can find out an explanation of this sleepwalking disease. I mean, what's the cause."

"Crazy. That's the cause" grumbled the orange, he cupped his hands around the warm cup. "I'm crazy."

The feeling of a jumbled orange. Fearful. Embarrassed. Angrier. Depressed.

The mixed feeling was mounting, until he could not hold it anymore. Finally his defense broke down, and his cries exploded again.

The orange bowed, covered his face with his hands, and let his tears flood.

Miss Lastmi rubbed her shoulders, "You're not crazy. There's just something we don't understand, that's it."

Orange lifted her face and smiled bitterly, then again took a sip of chocolate in her cup.

"Maybe there's something very disturbing. Something very shaky. Something you're hard to deal with in your waking state."

Jingga blinked and looked at Bu Lastmi's face, thinking about what she meant. "Something that's hard to overcome in waking life?"

"Yes" Miss Lastmi nodded. "You're trying to overcome something in your sleep state because you know you can't handle it in your conscious state. Your subconscious is trying to overcome it."

"But if this problem is very disturbing, do not I necessarily want to?"

"You have absolutely no idea what this problem is?"

Orange shakes. "No. I don't know what that would shake me. I don't live out of town, away from my parents. But it's not a big deal."

Mrs Lastmi glanced at the wall clock above the door that connects the kitchen and the living room. "In the early hours" he said. Then look at the orange. "I have to leave early in the morning" he reminded.

The orange let out a short sigh and forced a smile. "Sorry, I've interrupted Mom's break."

"No need to worry, baby!" Miss Lastmi rubbed the back of an orange hand. "Sleep again. You went to college in the morning, right?"

Orange nodded.

Miss Lastmi moved out of her seat with support on her cane. He looked at the orange once more. "I'm really worried about you" he said.

"It's okay!" turn orange quickly. "I don't want to because of me, Mom's so canceled the village."

"This is it" said Bu Lastmi. "As long as I'm gone, you can take a trip or bring a friend here. The important thing is to have Cakra, that's it."

Orange forced his smile once more.

Every time he sleeps, he forces himself to wake up.

No, no, he thought. I can't let myself dream anymore.

he glared at the ceiling, feeling increasingly frightened. I can't fall asleep again, he thought.

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The presence of a female ghost in her car makes Yasa feel weak and difficult to breathe. His body felt heavy as well as light at the same time. Like being drowned in water.

The orange jacket he wore became increasingly suffocating. Like someone clutched in the neck.

Feeling uneasy about the situation, Yasa finally decided to take a break. He looked for a coffee shop that was open 24 hours, then left his vehicle and got out of the car staggered.

He entered one of the stalls that lined the street and ordered a cup of coffee. Then dropped himself on the bamboo hall with a sigh.

The shopkeeper, a middle-aged man, looked at him with a frown. Then look across the street. He just got out of the car, he thought. Why does it look like you ran away.

"Sorry, Sir!" yasa said as the owner of the stall delivered his order. "I'm hitching a ride."

"Please!" the owner replied with a friendly smile. "You sleep first is okay, too."

It was still dark when Yasa got out of his car, but he knew it was almost morning. Perhaps soon the ghost will leave, he thought cynically.

"Thank you, Sir!" Yasa pulled her body and leaned against the roof support pole. Both of his shoulders hung limp on his sides.

"Where are you from, De?" ask the owner of the stall while sitting not far beside Yasa. "It looks tired. Did the car go on strike?"

"Ah, yes. It was a skid, so I had to push a little, "yasa replied lying. He knew the owner of the stall was watching his breath still sting. "I'm from Cipagenggang."

"Which area is it, huh?" The shop owner frowned once more.

"That's the area of Gunung Kendeng, sir!"

"Munung Kendeng," repeated the owner of the stall increasingly frowned, like trying to remember where exactly the location of Mount Kendeng.

"Just to the far south" Yasa replied with a smile and sipped his coffee.

"How many hours from there to here?"

"Just two hours, actually. But because I don't know the way yet, so yeah!"

"Where are you going?"

"You go to a college, he happens to be here." Yasa smiled once more, then looked around. Trying to read the situation of the whole place and adjust to his vision. Then his gaze stopped on a lake across the street. Not far from where the car is parked.

The owner of the stall was still watching Yasa with eyes squashed. Perhaps it is not clear why someone is looking for his friend who went to college in the early hours.

Yasa held onto his chest and gasped for breath. His chest suddenly felt like it was being stepped on.

The shop owner was flabbergasted, "You all right, De?" he asked worriedly while touching Yasa's shoulder.

Yasa was stunned, as if being pulled out of the water, then raised one of his hands. "I'm okay" he replied quickly. His breath is still breathing. His hand still holds his chest. He took down the zipper of the orange jacket and removed it from his body.

His feelings get better.

Damnit damnit! thought. I won't let Orange wear this jacket again!