Bebegigs
Chapter 71's

"Sanggeus raat cihujan.. mangsana halimun midang. Kade Bebegig, Anaking! Kade Bebegig's!"

Whatisthis? think Yasa.

And before he realized what was happening, the wind was gusting and swirling.

The grass bushes around him swirled around forming a dark mist vortex that encompassed Yasa and then sucked into his body.

Along with that the climbers passed on the other side of the foot of the mountain, not far from the center of the fog that was seeping into Yasa's body. The mist was trampled by one of the climbers, causing the fog to split.

The mist tendrils are part of the body of the same creature. Stepping on his tendrils while he was trying to transform was no different from stepping on a snake that was changing its skin. In addition to almost making him fail the mutation, it also hurt him.

The climber could not move or scream.he saw red eyes glittering. Hearing the whir of the wind, a shrill whistle, a screech of attack.

Yasa woke up full of fear and got up from his bed, spontaneously sweeping through the entire room with a giddy look. His still blurred eyes gnashed open, his chest feeling heavy as his panicked gaze swept through the room.

"Sa—" the soft voice beside her made Yasa aghast and turned her head. Then flabbergasted.

The orange spontaneously frowned.

Yasa's gaze was not fixed on his face, but on the other parts of his body.

Orange is also flabbergasted.

The next second, both of them gasped at his own body.

Orange screamed as she pulled the blanket to her chest.

Somehow the two of them could both be completely naked.

Yasa frowned and thought hard. Trying to remember what he did last night. But none of them remembered him after falling asleep.

The one word that paced around in his head was only: Woe! Wretch! Wretch!

Yasa combed through the entire place with a panicked look, then found her clothes scattered on the edge of the bed. He picked them up and put them on one by one.

The orange still wrapped itself in a blanket. Body vibrates. Maybe she was crying, Yasa thought.

For a moment, neither of the two knew what to say.

Till…

Yasa finally got fully dressed and circled the bed, approached towards the Orange and sat down on the side of the bed. He took the girl's body into his arms. "Sorry, Orange. I don't know what happened between us. But I really can't say anything about you all night." he tried to convince Orange even though he himself wasn't even sure.

The orange does not respond. His body shook increasingly more violently. His crying started to explode.

Yasa grimaced because he could not bear. Secretly his eyes scoured the bed, looking around for something that might be suspicious. But the bed was completely clean.

Nothing happened! Yasa concluded. Then loosening his arms and pushing his orange shoulders, he bent down to align their faces. "Denger, Orange!" said carefully. "You're trying to be sure, is there any part of your body that hurts?"

Orange pulled down the blanket from her face and blinked looking at Yasa. "You mean?"

Yasa smiled clumsily and stuttered. "Well I was doing you, that part should be... Sick, right?" said stammered.

Orange frowned. That part? he thought he didn't understand.

"I mean." Yasa stuttered back and turned his face a little, then bowed with a blushed face.

It took a long time until Orange finally understood the direction of Yasa's conversation. "Ah—I understand," he said stammeringly as well.

Then both are stuttering now. Looking at each other with a blushing face.

"I'm waiting outside!" yasa said quickly, while hurriedly turning his face and moving. Then hurry out.

The orange stepped down from the bed carefully, trying to sense his most secret body part.

Nothing is suspicious! thought.

After bathing and getting dressed, he came out of the room and approached Yasa in the living room. His face is still blushing.

Yasa also blushed.

After all they had already seen each other's most secret body parts.

Remembering that made both of them both clumsy and inevitably made them imagine embarrassing things.

"Sorry, Sa," sizzled Orange. "I. sepet prejudiced against you. I—"

"I'm also sorry, too" Yasa said as she pulled her body up from the sofa and walked over to Orange with a faint smile. "I went into your room and slept beside you."

"Nothing," the orange sergeant bowed. "Thank you for taking care of me."

A smile full of relief widened at the corner of Yasa's lips. "You're okay, right?" tanyanya gently.

Orange shook rapidly. But I dare not lift his face.

Yasa let out a sigh of relief and hugged the Orange carefully.

The orange does not refuse.

"Oh, yeah!" Orange said after a long silence. He pulled his face from Yasa's chest, then looked up at the handsome face. "There's something I want to show you."

Yasa developed his smile as an inviting gesture.

Jingga rushes to her room, pulls out the book of poetry she found on Ms Lastmi's reading table from inside her backpack, then exits again, but does not return to the living room. "We're talking in the kitchen yuk, Sa!" he called, then rushed to the kitchen to attack the water and prepare the cat food.

The cat followed him happily, then rubbed his body against his ankle Orange, as if trying to thank him.

Yasa followed a while later.

"We talked over breakfast" said Jingga. His attitude began to normalize.

Yasa pulled out one of the chairs and sat facing toward the orange that was bent over the racquet table on his back.

The girl toasted two stalks of beef-eye egg-fill bread, and made two cups of hot drink.

Yasa was flipping through the pages of the old poetry book that Orange had placed on the table, when Orange turned and walked towards the dining table.

While yawning, Orange placed a plate containing toast filled with beef eggs on the table in front of Yasa. "What do you think about the book?" he asked as he turned back towards the racquet table to grab a hot drink.

Yasa looked down at the sandwich bread on his plate. "Do you know where I need a little cholesterol as a source of energy?" god with a smile.

"Oh-hohohoh! My father is a great man," the clumsily orange mimicked his father's joke.

Yasa chuckled in response.

I like the laugh, thought the enchanted orange.

"It's like an old rhyme book" Yasa commented as she placed the old book on the table, then pulled the plate closer.

"Are you sure it's just a rhyme?" Orange placed the two cups of hot drink he carried on the table, then pulled the bench near Yasa.

"All the mystical auras in this house are suggestive" Yasa said. He took a knife and fork from the spoon in the middle of the table, then gave it to Orange.

The orange received it while observing his face with a frown.

"Maybe the influence of the collection of antiques," Yasa took out another knife and fork for himself. "The scent of these antiques is indeed quite old, but nothing really contains a mystical aura. Like I said yesterday, the owner of this house is a true collector."