Bebegigs
Chapter 67's

The orange glanced at the library door as it passed by.

Closed up.

He opened the door and looked into the black-paneled library with bookshelves filling the floor to the ceiling on all four walls. The other furniture that filled the room was just one old mahogany table and one dark leather chair.

No-one-any-of course.

Suddenly his hair bristled. It feels scary, said Orange in his heart while holding his nape.

Orange had only once twice entered this room to pick up the book he would read to Miss Lastmi. He had never explored it.

Some of the books looked very old, his eyes tracing the shelves. He began to check the title. On one wall is a shelf containing classic novels, a set of Shakespearean works, a collection of Greek plays.

I wonder if he read all this? thought.

He forced himself to turn again towards the books. Look at the title. It's all about magic.

Orange read some of the titles out loud. Then he pulled out a book that seemed to be very ancient. Its thick cover had been torn and faded. Open that book. The yellow pages are crinkled. It's called True Adoration. On the first page is a photo of a smiling demon-shaped statue, carefully sculpted.

How old is this book? ask the orange in your heart. There's no date. But it looks really old.

The book contains a collection of strange spells and recipes.

The orange returns the book to the shelf.

This whole wall contains books on the occult, he thought.

Suddenly the cat meowed, startling Jingga. la turned and saw the cat standing at the entrance, looking at her with sparkling green eyes.

"Whisper you, Cakra," reprimanded Orange. "Gue's just looking around."

He re-examined the lower shelf, his eyes catching a title. Psychology of Walking in Sleep. He knelt down to observe the shelf more closely. People Who Walk in Sleep. Case Walking in sleep.

These are books about sleepwalking, thought Orange. Turns out he's got a raspy full of books about sleepwalking.

I began to suspect my suspicions were correct, Miss Lastmi must be a witch.

He saw one of the books on yellow sleepwalking, Diary of People Walking in Sleep. He saw how to put it. Stand out.

The book seems to have been in use recently, Jingga concluded.

The orange pulled out the book and placed it on the table. Maybe I will borrow this one and read it, he said in his heart. Maybe I'll borrow some and show it to Yasa.

He was almost at the door when he found a book with a familiar cover on the table in the middle of the room.

Oh, naw! his screams were deep in heart, glaring towards the book. I can't believe this!

The cat meowed furiously and jumped onto the table. The orange doesn't pay attention to it. He grabbed the double frame and lifted it up until he could see it clearly.

That's his poem!

Her grandmother's book of poetry.

Why is this book on Miss Lastmi's desk? ask Orange in his heart, staring at the volume of the book as if he could get an answer from there.

The cat will swing its claws into the arms of the Orange, but it is escaped.

"Cakra, why are you?" ask Orange half rebuking. "Do you want me to take this book? You asked for a letter, didn't you?"

The cat looked at him with a blank look. The orange returns a book about sleepwalking to its original place. Instead, he brought a book of poetry.

I'll just borrow this one, he thought.

The orange barely tripped the cat as he rushed out of the library.

Orange ran towards her room, Cakra followed behind her while meowing loudly as if protesting.

"Cakra. I don't want to stumble anymore."

Then he ran along the corridor, and went into his bedroom. Shortly thereafter he ran out carrying a backpack.

After he made sure all the doors and windows had been locked, he slipped out quickly before Cakra followed him. Then shut the door and lock it.

When he turned…

He hit someone.

The orange gasped and looked up to see the face of the person he hit.

But his face was camouflaged by the light bias as the figure stood back against the afternoon sunlight.

The sun was a deep yellow color, looking low in the sky. The afternoon air was cold and dry.

Orange stepped back in a cautious manner, but both of her shoulders were gripped by the pair of hands of the person she hit.

The orange almost screamed as the person got closer.

"So you're okay?"

That voice sounded familiar.

Orange blinked and squinted his eyes to sharpen his vision.

"Yasa?" Orange surprised. "You—"

"You're all right, right?" cut Yasa.

"It's really you, Sa?" ask Orange unsure.

"I saw you from Semalem" Yasa told a sad smile. His face is clear now.

"Do you know where I live?" Orange frowned, throwing a horrified look at Yasa.

Yasa again smiled sadly, then bowed while lowering the zipper of the orange jacket he was wearing, then took off the jacket and gave it to Orange. "From this," he said.

The orange frowned ever deeper. Not understanding the direction of Yasa's conversation.

"This package is telling you," said Yasa without daring to look at Orange. He's not sure if Orange will believe it.

But the next orange question made Yasa finally stare into Orange eyes.

"You're here just following the vision instructions?" Orange asked with an astonished expression.

"Yes" Yasa replied with a smile.

"Yes, geez! Yasa, you are amazing!" pekik Jingga happy. Unknowingly directly hit Yasa and hugged her.

Yasa immediately stuttered. Heart's pounding. A vision flashed again.

Yasa pulled the orange closer very gently, twisted his body and brought the girl's face closer to his own, then lowered his head on her.

Her lips. Her lips were dark, very dark. Pressing the orange lips gently.

Initially soft. And then it gets stronger.

Damnit damnit! inward Yasa while pulling his body away from the hold of the orange to make the girl jerked and blushed embarrassed.

"Sorry," said Jingga feeling inferior.

"Sorry," Yasa said almost simultaneously.

Then both of them fell silent and bowed.

"I—" Yasa blinked and stuttered back. Don't know what to say.

You have a girlfriend! Orange concludes.

Suddenly, Yasa came closer and grabbed him, pulling the orange into his arms. Then he bent his face down at the shoulder of the orange.

The orange spontaneously freezes.

"Sorry, Orange. I'm really confused," Yasa whispered softly.

The orange gulped and returned the man's embrace hesitantly. But it finally gave in to the vibrations within him. A comfortable feeling emanated from Yasa's warm embrace. Make the orange not willing to let go.

I know this isn't true, he thought. I'm with Magenta now. Yasa might not feel good because of that. Why am I so rash to conclude Yasa's attitude?