Bebegigs
Chapter 66's

"Whoa! Slow down," said Violet. "You're saying this, so don't get drugged, I won't understand your story either."

Orange was surprised to see Violet's state. He did not intend to show his surprise when he stepped into the room. But he was not ready to see his friend wearing a cast, completely unable to move, with a slang attached to his arm.

But at least Violet still sounded like usual. He tried to be funny by denouncing the hospital food and complaining about one of the nurses, who accidentally occupied his arm while giving medicine!

Although usually the two girls never get into trouble looking for a topic of conversation, Orange immediately feels wrong when trying to talk.

He awkwardly sits in a folding chair beside Violet's bed, trying to find a topic from the outside world to tell his friend.

Finally he could not hold it anymore. He told what Mr. Rusman experienced. What she has experienced since she lived in Miss Lastmi's house, how she has proven that the old woman is a witch.

"Gue tau's. No, a lot of people who like to be too quick to draw conclusions," said Violet cynically, "but this is too outrageous."

"You mean what?"

"I mean, what exactly are you proving? Because Miss Lastmi is interested in mystical items and the like? And what else have you proven? Because he was caught again as a possessed kayak while holding his neighbor's handkerchief, and tomorrow his neighbor was doomed? Just based on personal suspicions backed by chance and you think of it as the truth! Oh, helloooow…. Orange, what high school do you do if your observation is still shallow!"

"But everything fits," Orange insisted, impatient with Violet's disbelief. "Gue never sleepwalked until I started living in Miss Lastmi's house."

"Ohh," Violet groaned.

"Why? You think I'm a moron, huh?"

"No. My stomach's gatel, I can't scratch."

Orange laughs. He bends over the bed and uncovers Violet's top to scratch her friend's stomach. But he suffocated to find a fibrous bruise that depicted black veins, like a root tattoo.

"Until...what's up?" Violet asked while frowning.

"Burn it..." Finger pointing orange.

Violet laughs. "Why? You never see a bruise?"

A bruise? Why does it feel so familiar?

"Don't worry" said Violet. "It doesn't hurt, it does."

Nah, right? think Orange. That bruise…

"Udah is scratching my stomach!" erang Violet's. "Don't tell me you're ticklish!"

"Nggak—" Orange finally bent back and scratched Violet's stomach while noticing the bruised cut pictured with the root tattoo.

Not wrong again, he thought. This is the same symptom as when Yasa was under the influence of the ghost of a scarecrow. But Jingga paused her intention to express that.

Violet won't believe it!

"Well, are you glad I saw you?" said pleasantries.

"Denger, Orange. I know you're really upset about the sleepwalking case you're having and the others" Violet returned to the original conversation. "But don't lose your mind. Inget, how many now? There is no such thing as magic, magic, witchcraft, and so on."

"My words still exist. He says now psychics have more meetings than the same in the seventeenth century."

Violet groaned again.

"Gatel again?"

"No. I'm just sleepy. Sori's. Must be the pill. I need to sleep now. I can't open my eyes anymore. Let's talk again sometime, shall we? I still have plenty of time to think about it. I'm sure we can both solve your problems." Violet yawns. "Thank you for coming."

"Lu also had to sleep," Violet said later.

"Yes. If I can sleep," muttered Orange.

Suddenly he felt very depressed. He stepped out of the inpatient room and rushed through the hospital corridor.

When the orange was on his way home to his boarding house, he sat in a crowded angkot. His forehead was being stuck to the window when suddenly in his mind came the idea of going to Yasa's house and directly questioning him.

He glimpsed his watch. Almost five o'clock.

There is still one last bus to go back to the village.

His father may be home by now.

And the night market is still open. It won't be too quiet even if he gets off the bus last night.

Miss Lastmi's not home anyway.

It was a good time to go home to her parents.

he tapped on the glass with the coin, waited for the angkot to stop, then went down in front of the alley towards Bu Lastmi's house.

Jingga rushes to Miss Lastmi's house to lock all the doors and windows, and makes sure Miss Lastmi's pet cat won't starve as long as she's gone.

I won't be long, he said in his heart. The cat will not die just because it is left for a day.

As soon as he opened the door, the cat immediately greeted him. Orange stepped in and closed the gauze door quickly, so that the cat did not get out.

"Tumben you, excited right?" he murmured while looking at the cat below. "Lu've never been this excited to see me."

The cat rubbed his body into the ankle of the orange and meowed loudly.

"Must be you laper, right?" He said as he walked past the cat towards the living room.

The room was as dark as night. The curtains were thickly covered, blocking the bright rays of the afternoon sun.

The orange approached the curtain and flicked it. Sunlight instantly barged into that messy room.

he walked into the kitchen, but the cat did not follow him, instead looking at the newly opened window suspiciously.

"Here, Cakra. You don't want to eat, do you?"

The cat meowed again loudly as if warning Orange to close back the window curtain, and then reluctantly followed Orange into the kitchen.

He began to devour his food greedily once the orange put its special plate on the floor, and the girl rushed into the corridor.

It feels strange to be there without Miss Lastmi.

The ceiling rattled as if someone was walking upstairs. The room was dusty and stuffy. Smells weathered, a smell that never smelled orange when the old woman was at home.

When he observed the shelves full of carvings and antique sculptures— animal-shaped displays and rare flowers dried, Orange felt someone was watching him.

He turned around several times, thinking he would see Lastmi's Bu behind him. But of course no one else was there.

Ish, serem, said the orange in the heart. But that strange feeling doesn't want to go away either.

The creaking sound from the library attracted the attention of Orange.