Bebegigs
Chapter 77's

Mrs Lastmi reappeared in the kitchen after previously asking them to wait while she bathed and changed clothes.

Yasa leaned on the floor preparing cat food, he looked up at Bu Lastmi and got up from the floor.

The old woman propped up on her wand and smiled guiltily.

That night Orange and Yasa were forced to undo their plans to go home together. Yasa decided to stay overnight again after his long talk with Lastmi's Mom.

Yasa had expressed the purpose of his arrival to Bu Lastmi and told the old woman how he got here. Lastmi is very interested to know more, especially since the Cakra reaction is also a little special.

"I make coffee, huh? You like coffee, right?" Bu Lastmi offers.

"No, Mom!" prevent Yasa while leading the old woman to the dining table. "Let me do it myself. I'm sitting down!"

"Oh, great!" welcome Miss Lastmi enthusiastically. "I'm afraid you're not sad."

"No, Mom!" sergeant Yasa with a smile. "I've been acting as if this is my home as long as you don't exist."

"I don't mind about that" said Miss Lastmi. "You'll understand, right? I just don't like young couples who are too intimate" he said, patting Yasa's arm. "You are too young" Miss Lastmi advised. "Your futures are long."

"I understand, Mom. Thank you for letting us know," Yasa said as she glanced at half blushed orange.

Orange, wearing a red-and-white striped apron over khaki pants and a T-shirt, flipping through the hamburgers one by one on a charcoal grill, blinked their eyes in the smoke.

Yasa took Bu Lastmi's wand and leaned it on the nearest corner. Then rush to the corner of the kitchen, join the orange to attack the water.

Secretly they exchanged glances while smiling shyly, as Yasa stood so close beside Orange. The man's flat chest touched the base of his orange arm as his hand reached for the cabinet door above his head.

"You are young, but you already have the authority and spirit of nurturing," praised Bu Lastmi as Yasa leaned over the table, elegantly arranging the coffee set in front of her. His eyes could not cover his admiration.

Yasa only smiled faintly in response, then pulled up one of the chairs and sat down near Bu Lastmi. "It's because I have a wise spiritual teacher" he said.

"Spiritual teacher," Miss Lastmi repeated as she frowned. "I've been looking for spiritual teachers many times over the past two years" he recalled with a grim expression. "You want to tell me about your spiritual teacher?" Miss Lastmi asked enthusiastically.

"My spiritual teacher.." Yasa smiled toward the orange. "Very special," he said. "He's the orange papa."

"Oh," Miss Lastmi smothered her mouth with one hand while looking towards Orange with a look of amazement.

Orange cringing. He patted the mosquito that was perched on his arm with grilling gloves. "Don't beat Yasa" he said, smiling at Lastmi. "He's too much."

"No!" sergeant Yasa. "I'm not overreacting. Empu Brajasena is very special. He taught me the meaning of life and shaped me into a man."

"I can see that" said Mrs Lastmi. "Who was his name?"

"For Brajasena!" Yasa answered quickly.

"Ah, yes, yes. Empu Brajasena," Bu Lastmi repeated in a low murmur. "Did he also understand the mystical? Honestly, I have long been looking for people who understand about ghosts. I consulted here and there for two years, following the advice of smart people, but the results.." Bu Lastmi hung her sentence and developed both hands on her side. "You see for yourself, my house is like a grocery store!"

Yasa and Orange exchanged looks.

"It used to be my boarding boy a lot," Ms. Lastmi told. "My house is never empty. But two years ago, one of the room dwellers died in the lake. The whole house is in an uproar about Aruna's ghost sighting. The children began to move one by one. After that, no one else wanted to rent a room in my house. The news of Aruna's ghostly apparition is spreading everywhere. Orange is the first person who wants to rent another room in my house," he said while staring at Orange with gloom. "And he. You know, he suffers from sleepwalking!"

Yasa blinked and was stunned.

"Son, your arrival must not have been a coincidence!"

Bu Lastmi's soft voice jerked the two away from the daydream.

"So all this collection of mystical items isn't Mom's hobby?" Yasa finally opened his voice.

Miss Lastmi shook her head. "I collected everything for two years following my spiritual teacher's advice."

This old woman was clearly robbed, Yasa thought concernedly.

That person.

Fake shaman!

"Mom bought everything from one person?" ask Yasa again.

"Yes, I got everything from my spiritual teacher. But don't buy" explained Miss Lastmi. But then he was stunned. "Some are indeed redeemed for dowry!"

Not wrong anymore. That guy was trying to blackmail Miss Lastmi!

Yasa let out a short sigh. Then bowed towards Bu Lastmi and gently patted the back of the old woman's hand. "I don't want to tell Mom to throw it all away. So how can I be sure you spend a lot of money. But if I may suggest, you should start now Mom stop collecting such things again."

Lastmi nodded and looked at Yasa.

"May believe it may not" said Yasa. "These things don't help Mom's problems."

"Yes, yes." Miss Lastmi nodded. "I actually feel that way too. Maybe because there are still things that have not been boiled. My teacher said.the effect would be bad if not equipped in a certain period of time. There's still a—"

"Sorry," cut Yasa down without compromising on respect. "But I mean, these things are all good!"

"Huh?" Miss Lastmi can't cover up the shock.

"But I don't worry" Yasa added. "Because these items are fake, there is no effect even though they are kept unequipped. These things are not dangerous. It's just a gloomy effect. But there's no negative energy."

"Can you use spiritual energy?" ask Bu Lastmi.

"More than just fussing," said Jingga approaching, putting a large plate of burger sandwiches on the table in front of Yasa and Bu Lastmi. "Yasa can also sometimes see and interact with other entities."

"Oh, great!" exclaim Bu Lastmi is grateful. Then gripped Yasa's hand warmly. "You want to help Mom, right?" her door.

Yasa smiled faintly and nodded. "But I can't guarantee the results, I'm still learning" he said humbly.

"I will pay whatever the dowry, as long as my house is rented by someone again" said Bu Lastmi pleaded. "It's not about money, Yasa. I'm lonely without the boarding kids."

Yasa again exchanged glances with Orange and smiled clumsyly. "Sorry, Mom. I can't help you get that far. I can't promise to be at Mom's place. This is not a seller or a lure and the like. I can only try to get rid of the negative energy in Mom's house."

Lastmi smiled sadly as she shook Yasa's hand in her grasp. "I understand," he said. "But your humble attitude even makes Mother more sure if you are not just anyone."