Bebegigs
Chapter 72's

While chewing his food, Orange grabbed a book of poetry from the table and opened it.

It contains old rhymes in Sundanese. But different from his. Only the cover is the same. Probably because it comes from the same time.

In his heart Orange felt guilty for prejudging Miss Lastmi.

Yasa wiped his mouth with a tissue and sipped his still steaming coffee. "But if you can give advice, you should move out of this house," he said carefully.

Orange turned her face and blinked, looking at Yasa with an astonished expression.

"Temen you.. the climber—"

"Wait a minute!" Orange cuts out Yasa's words. "Do you know where I'm a climber?"

Yasa stared into the orange eyes with a calm expression. Very calm, to make the orange silent. "The jacket.." Yasa hung up his sentence which automatically made Orange sigh short of a sign of understanding.

"Sorry, Orange. This may be too personal" Yasa continued cautiously. "But if you can, you better get away from him!"

Orange frowned.

"Just a suggestion," Yasa added quickly.

The orange blinked and was stunned, looking at his cup with a blank look.

"Oh, yeah! Can you explain a little, why can you think if this book might be a spell book?" tanya Yasa shifted the topic of conversation. Actually he felt that there was a connection between this book and his dream last night.

He dreamed about a piece of paper containing an ancient rhyme that could be categorized as a spell. But the contents of this book were completely different from the spell book even though the volume was the same as the spell books.

Yasa had seen several similar binding spell books belonging to Empu Brajasena. Perhaps the orange had seen it too, he thought. But he wondered why his dream last night was also about an old rhyme. Perhaps the orange answer could help give him some enlightenment.

It can happen in the spiritual world.

The orange is suddenly drawn to an old rhyme book, and he dreams of an old rhyme. It doesn't seem like a coincidence, Yasa thought.

"Have experience with old rhyme books?" Yasa asked again.

Bu Lastmi's cat curled up near her plate, eavesdropping on their conversation.

The orange is down and still hanging. His mind was still floating on Violet. "Yes" he replied grimly. "Papa and my grandmother once made a spell book" he said. "The tax was made to seal and free an entity they accidentally created. More precisely, they once created a monster by accident."

This is the same as the story of Empu Brajasena, Yasa thought. But he didn't want to interrupt the story of the orange. He wanted to hear the story from an orange point of view. Perhaps the white-clothed old woman was what she meant, she concluded.

"They sealed the monster in a sacred cave at the top of the mountain, and I opened the seal instead" recalls Orange sourly.

The mountaintop? thought Yasa surprised. It was in my dream too!

Empu Brajasena never mentioned the place where he sealed the entity. He just said that the creature was sealed in the body of a scarecrow.

That scarecrow was also in his dream last night.

Bu Lastmi's cat who suddenly jumps on the table interrupts the story of Orange.

Yasa scooped up the cat and moved it into his lap.

The orange continues its story. "The ghost really exists. She's real. He's a serem and, more often, he says he's my papa!"

Yasa hissing held back the laughter.

Orange immediately pouted.

"Continue," Yasa said with a gentle smile. Made the girl instantly melt.

"I'm not sure if he's my papa either, but I don't like it the most if there's an unsolved mystery" Orange said. "She said, Mama is my grandmother's witch. They said that Papa was a scarecrow so he couldn't call me. That's why they took me to Jakarta. But I still can't believe it. And then he said he dared to guarantee I could prove the truth if I could help him free first. And the only way to free him, I must read the second verse of the old rhyme. So I sentin' to find the book."

Cat Bu Lastmi suddenly growled low interrupts the story of Orange, as if also regretted the decision of Orange.

Yasa stroked the cat's head, while Jingga continued the story.

"When I want to go home to pick up the rhyme book, Mama knew-you appear with the book while angry and turn me all out. Mama starts a debate with the ghost about who is right and who is wrong. That day my attitude was different than usual. His strange attitude, which seemed to cover up something from me, was revealed that night. Suddenly I suspected Mama was a real witch. She must be angry that the ghost leaked her secret, I thought. So I scrambled for the book with Mama, until Mama finally ripped the book and threw it all into the abyss."

Yasa listened to the story of Orange while looking at his dreams, trying to connect between his dreams with the story of Orange.

Orange finished the rest of the story with a grim face, until the troublesome re-sealing process, which was, until the ghost returned without everyone knowing and expressed concern about the reappearance of the ghost in an unexpected figure.

It's just that, Orange did not say that the figure he possessed was Yasa.

But Yasa eventually finds a common thread between the paper tear he recites in a dream and the occurrence of an orange scrambling a rhyme book with his mother on a mountain top.

The book was torn and someone later found the tear, Yasa concluded. And the man read the verse of his two verses.

Someone unsealed the seal again without anyone noticing?

So the old rhyme in my dream was the ghost seal opener of a scarecrow? thought. But he still did not interrupt the story of the Orange. Still not sure the dream was his experience.

It was just a dream, he thought. Doesn't prove anything.

But if it is associated with visions related to their hot scenes…

Jingga paused for a moment before continuing, "Somehow the tearing of the book could be in Magenta's hands, but.. I finally concluded the boy might also find the tearing of the book and—"

Suddenly Yasa ambushed the wrist of the orange, until the girl gasped and did not continue the story.

The orange stutters with rounded eyes and mouth.

Yasa ducked down slightly to align their faces, then gazed into Orange eyes, looking at the girl with a tense expression. "I am the one who ripped it off" he said in a choked voice.

Orange immediately paled.