Bebegigs
Chapter 79's

Orange's feet kicked, he tried to escape. But Violet stayed on the edge of the dock, holding her head, pressing her down.

"Quiet, Dude!" said Violet. Still calm is terrible. "Your secret must be safe in my hands. We're best friends, right?"

The orange tried to spin, thinking perhaps it could escape. But Violet's grip was too tight.

The lungs of the orange seem to be exploding. The more he panicked, the more his lungs felt like they were going to explode. So he decided to pretend to give up. Stop rebelling and relax his body.

Then Violet's grip loosened.

But it doesn't seem like it's the orange that's pretending to give up.

Orange saw the girl grinning at him.

What the hell's going on? Violet had already fully released the orange.

The girl crouched down with one leg folded forward in front of her chest, while the other leg folded back under her body. Next to his hand rests on his knee, the other hand rests on the dock floor.

The orange raised its head and swallowed the water.

The next second, Orange heard something crackling above his head.

A pair of dark wings emerged from Violet's back and expanded behind her body.

Simultaneously, a pair of hands coiled around the waist of the Orange and pulled it into the water.

Orange screams without a sound.

Once again he thrashed and kicked in the water. Her hair was expanding and vibrating around her face and head among the swirling water bubbles. His eyes and mouth were round with a pale face. The entire color was drained from his face, leaving a pale gray color like a worn-out black-and-white photo from colonial times.

Then suddenly everything became as bright as during the day.

Everything in the water seemed to light up.

The orange jerked his body, turning to face his attacker.

Unexpectedly, the twists on his waist loosened, then slipped off easily.

A girl, probably her age, wearing a long white nightgown, was glaring at her with a look of shock.

Her hair and nightgown were fluttering in slow motion without a sound. Both her hands and hair expanded on the sides of her body which gradually moved away from the front of the Orange.

A pair of hands protruded from behind the girl's body, then coiled around her shoulders and pressed the girl's neck.

The girl thrashed in silence.

Then came that handsome face.

Yasu!

Yasa pinched the girl's neck with one hand, while the other hand smothered her mouth.

The girl tried to rebel, her legs kicked. Then it relaxes and stops moving.

Yasa looked at Orange with a jerk. His eyes widened in surprise. Then suddenly panic. Immediately he let go of the girl and burst out toward the orange, shouting something without a sound. He ambushed the waist of the Orange and pulled it up.

Before long the two appeared on the surface of the water in shock.

Yasa climbed to the edge first then bowed over the head of the Orange, extending one of his hands towards the girl. The orange grabbed his hand with a gasp of breath and the body trembled. Yasa pulled the girl into his arms and held her in his arms while panting. "Why are you following me?" tanyanya's worried.

"I—" Orange stammered for a moment before being able to answer, "Consider," he said hesitantly, still unsure of what he was going through. He looked around the place but found no sign of Violet.

What was just a hallucination? thought confusion.

Yasa smiled miserably as he rubbed the orange back, then sucked his face under the girl's ear. Worrying is half dead.

Orange stands staggered. He brushed his wet hair from his eyes while taking a deep breath, then repeated it once more.

Yasa pulled his face from the neck of the orange, then looked into the girl's eyes, "You're okay, right?" tanyanya while rubbing the child's hair attached to the temple of Orange.

Yasa wrapped his arm around the waist of the orange, then led him away from the lake.

The orange stopped its steps and turned towards the pier in surprise.

Yasa followed the direction of the girl's gaze and groaned, "Ah—ya! It turns out there's still some business I haven't done yet" he said tiredly.

A pale gray-skinned body wrapped in a long white nightgown stretched out rigidly on the pier.

That girl! thought Orange surprised.

Arunas.

Is that the body?

Or ghosts?

The orange wondered in his heart.

Yasa loosened his embrace and let go, then walked towards the pier.

The orange followed him in a row.

"You're gonna wait, right?" Yasa turned his head and was surprised to find that Orange was so close behind him, looking forward past his shoulder while tiptoeing, that Yasa's nostrils almost touched the girl's forehead.

The girl blinked and instantly her face blushed realizing that her chest was firmly pressed against Yasa's back.

Yasa hissed laughing as he turned his face, straightening his gaze forward.

Orange punched slowly on the boy's back while grumbling.

Deep in the middle of the lake, two birds swooped and dived, catching fish for dinner, as a plume of mist was blown to the shore of the lake.

Yasa was already sitting cross-legged facing the pale figure in the white dress, his wrist bones clashing against each other in front of the chest with the tips of the fingers opposite each other. Both eyes closed, his mouth was squealing.

Orange stood bent over, peering over from behind the man curiously, not daring to get any closer. Fearing that rigidly stretched figure suddenly jumped up and ambushed him while Yasa closed his eyes.

The wind suddenly blew.

Orange gasping, suddenly feel paralyzed due to the cold attack.

The air feels cooler than the rainy season at the foot of the mountain. Trees and shrubs disappeared behind the gray figure of the night, its shadows shrouding the ground.

The pale body that was lying stiff on the floor of the pier began to tremble, getting louder and tighter, then suddenly his eyes widened open.

The orange jolted jumped backwards and fell plunged at the end of the dock.

The ghostly body soared like it was thrown into the air, then floated about two feet from the surface of the pier. Both her hands were stretched out on her sides, her hair and dress were whistling in slow motion just like when she was in the water. His eyes and mouth were rounded with a tense, pale and frightened expression. Screaming without a sound.

The strangling orange was restrained while smothering his mouth with one hand, subconsciously holding his breath.

Yasa remained unmoved in a cross-legged sitting position, his hands were still clinging to his chest, his eyes were still closed, his mouth was still pouting.

The ghost extended its hand towards Yasa, scavenging for empty air while continuing to shout silently. Her legs kicked in the empty air, her hair and dress whipped increasingly faster as it was blown fiercely from behind.

Yasa turned his palm in the opposite direction, then pushed forward until his hand muscles tightened behind the layer of his wet shirt attached.

The ghost was pushed further and further away from the surface of the pier without Yasa touching it.

A thin orange glow glow glow glowed from Yasa's palm forming a curtain curved like a giant bubble. It is so thin that it is barely caught by the sight of the eye.

But because the night was so dark, the orange realized the light.

Orange flabbergasted, then shook his head, not believing what he saw.

In the next instant, the ghost-worn nightgown began to burn, then gradually engulfed its entire body, leaving the dust fragments that had decomposed in the wind and vanished entirely.