Bebegigs
Chapter 64's

Today it seemed to be bright, the morning sun was shining golden yellow at the foot of the sky, so bright that everything seemed brilliant and glittering. The golden colors look sharp and dazzling. Yasa was surrounded by a yellow sheath of sunlight. So warm, so bright.

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

Under his feet the lake looked blue, a cold blue. Her soft ripples were exposed to the sunlight, splashing on the edge of the lake.

he walked up to the edge of the lake, slowly, his gaze straight ahead, always straight ahead to the surface of the vast lake. Then looked down at her reflection on the surface of the water.

Yasa swallowed his saliva and was stunned.

The shadow in the water showed an orange jacket that he was forced to wear again because he was still curious about his vision. But the face that appeared in the water was not his face.

It was the face of a girl.

The ghost girl that appeared last night in her car.

The girl stammered, shouting in silence that only produced bubbles from her mouth. His hands scavenged the surface of the water, trying to get out of the water but it was like something from the bottom of the lake kept pulling him down. His face was pale and his long hair was parched around his face, vibrating among the water logs.

The girl did not wear the same jacket that Yasa was wearing, she was wearing plain white clothes. The jacket on the girl's body was just a reflection of her jacket. But again the face that appeared on the surface of the water was not his face.

Yasa squatted down to make sure.

The shadow on the surface of the water crouched down, while the ghost girl was still scavenging in the water.

Yasa noticed the shadow of his face in the water. But it's still not the shadow of his face.

The other girl's face.

The climber girl! Yasa concluded.

The climber girl was by the lake when a girl in white drowned. Her shadow reflected on the surface of the water just above the drowning girl, so it seemed that the drowning girl was wearing a jacket.

Then suddenly his hand was stretched out to the surface of the water and the two hands of the drowning girl ambushed his wrist.

Yasa jerks.

The girl pulled his hand.

A moment later, a pair of hands pulled her shoulders from behind, keeping Yasa away from the edge of the lake.

Yasa was stunned and fell some distance away from the edge of the lake.

"What are you doing?" screech someone over Yasa's head. "It's a danger!"

Yasa looked up and found a middle-aged man bowing.

It turns out the owner of the stall across the street.

"Sorry," Yasa pulled her body up. "I was a bit dizzy earlier," he said reasoned. He turned to the edge of the lake and saw the sloping ground surface covered with slippery wet grass.

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes. "Would you wash your face?" tanyakanya. "Why not wash your face in my shop just now. This place is not safe. If there's anything I'm going to question."

"Sorry," Yasa repeated, smiling at the man.

"Come on!" take the man along while patting Yasa's shoulder a bit higher above his shoulder. "Wash my face at my shop. If you still sleep again. Could be dangerous later if driving in a sleepy state."

"Thank you, sir!" Yasa nodded his head in angst at the owner of the stall. A little bad-natured.

The man had already kindly allowed Yasa to rest in his stall for several hours. But Yasa almost dragged him into trouble.

The man was right, if anything happened to Yasa earlier, the first person who would be responsible would be him.

Really troublesome! Yasa cursed in his heart.

This was the first time that Yasa had gone through such a spiritual exploration so far. Until his vision turned around to control himself. And beyond his expectations, it also turned out to drain a lot of energy.

He took off his orange jacket and threw it into the front passenger seat as he slipped behind the wheel after a moment of farewells and mingled a little with the stall owner.

He closed the door of his car and threw his back into the backrest of the seat. Closing his eyes for a moment while sighing deeply.

Is this gonna work? he thought unsure. Will I find the orange and save it at the right time?

Why did the ghost appear the moment I approached the lake?

At first I saw the orange in danger.

Is the orange in danger?

Or am I in danger myself?

What does a ghost want without a sound?

Is he a dumb ghost?

Or drowning?

The ghost moved its mouth as Yasa tried to interact. But no sound can be heard even if it is just a breeze. Even the world around him seemed to sink into the water.

It was also the first time Yasa had interacted with a ghost. Although he finally began to get used to ghost sightings and the like since two years ago. He always tries to ignore their existence and avoid interactions wherever possible.

It was the safest way that Empu Brajasena had taught him for the past two years.

"As long as they don't bother us, they're none of our business!"

As said Empu Brajasena.

But the ghosts that appear in his car are an exception.

It might harm the orange!

But how will he help the orange?

His residence has not yet been found.

In his heart he regretted not asking where the address of the boarding orange. Or at least he asked for an orange phone number.

Why am I so reckless? it's on itself.

Yasa rubbed his face and tried to calm himself down. It has gone so far, he said in his heart. It's not funny that I quit now.

After all it seems that every vision of this jacket is intertwined with each other.

My eyesight is not too blissful.

Just focus on finding an orange residence! he ordered it on himself. Then put on an orange jacket. He glanced out the window, looking at his reflection on the glass.

The glass reflects the shadow of the face of the orange. In an instant the car's glass turned bigger and the seat felt taller. Like sitting on a bus.

Yasa smiled faintly, looked at the girl's face and turned on the machine. His heart instantly warmed, feeling as if the girl was accompanying his journey.

That was Yasa's benchmark during the journey following his vision.

Every time he found the intersection, he would turn a little and check his shadow on the windowpanes. If an orange face appears on the glass, it will continue its journey following that path. If he loses the face of the orange in his window glass, he will turn around and look for another path. That's why the journey took so long.

The vision of real travel is more terrifying than the vision of meditation, he thought.

This is the meaning of "ngelakon" which he said to Orange. Conduct research by simply following a vision.