Bebegigs
Chapter 83's

Yasa let out a short sigh, and reached into his pants pocket, then took out his phone and handed it to Rogan. "Gue asked for your number" he said. "We'll go on later!"

"Oh, okay!" Rogan grabbed Yasa's phone and typed in his number, then returned the phone to Yasa. "Thanks yes, Sa," he said looking moved. "Gue feels lucky to see you!"

"Ah, let's go, Bang!" kelakar Yas.

Rogan chuckled in response. "But I'm serious. Thanks to you, my guilt is just as Aruna is a little lessened. I was traumatized after that. That's the first and last time I touch a girl."

Yasa and Orange exchanged glances, their foreheads furrowed.

As if he could read the thoughts of the two, Rogan suddenly turned to them while chuckling, "OK," he said as he raised both hands towards Yasa and Orange. "Gue was staying with Vivi, but I can't believe it, I never did!"

Orange and Yasa were still unmoved, still looked doubtful.

"Gue often avoids that Vivi is starting to lose control" Rogan said. "And I didn't think it would backfire. He brought another guy into the contract, as an example, 'this is a new guy!' the door seems to have been accidentally unlocked."

"Huh?" Orange and Yasa were flabbergasted.

Rogan immediately bowed with a gloomy face. "Sori, Ga!" he said while looking at the orange. He sipped his coffee and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Gue didn't mean to disgrace your friend" he regretted. "Gue also has no intention of harassing girls."

"Nothing," said Jingga a little clumsy. Didn't expect Violet to be like that. It's worth Rogan being crazy, he thought. Now I understand why Yasa advised me to stay away from him.

More than that, there seems to be something that feels orange is quite typical.

A very urgent demand for release!

It was like Yasa two years ago. Orange glanced at the guy with a thump. Damnit damnit! thought. Why do memories make me excited?

"As a guy I've never understood Vivi—gue's need to suck, but in addition, I didn't feel comfortable finally escaping Vivi's shackles," Rogan continued his grimness. "My grandfather said earlier, my kek kebo was shuffled idung!"

Yasa leaned forward towards Rogan, then patted the back of the guy's hand to motivate. "The man is not about ability" he whispered meaningfully. "But about principle."

Rogan blinked and gasped. Who is this guy? he thought a little horrified.

After making small talk, they finally got out of the restaurant and split up in the parking lot.

Rogan waved his hand after starting the engine, then ran his car with a big smile. It looks so much better now.

Yasa and Orange exchanged looks. Their hands hold each other.

"So you were drowning because of the vision?" ask Yasa carefully.

"So that's really a vision?" Orange asked back while bowed.

Yasa stroked the back of his orange hand with his thumb. "You can say you got a shade" he said softly.

"Huh?" The orange turned to Yasa with its eyes and mouth rounded. "So it's not a vision?"

"Yes, that's vision!" argue Yasa. "But leaning more towards experience than sight. What is meant by vision means related to visual—vision. What you experience concerns all the senses. I don't know the exact term. Maybe groaning, possession and the like. It's the same as the sleepwalking experience you've had all this time."

Orange listened to Yasa's explanation with a look of admiration.

"The ghost of Aruna is created from negative energy that contains hallucinogenic substances because during his life he uses certain scents as a medium for menenung. That scent might still be left behind when you take that room."

"You're such a pinter, anyway?" praise the half-teasing orange.

The chuckling orange responded.

Yasa just smiled thinly as usual, then started the engine and left, continued on his way home and once he reached the Orange home, Empu Brajasena greeted them in the yard.

The middle-aged, long-haired man was mowing the grass in the yard when Yasa parked his car, not yet realizing who the owner of the car was.

The orange came out first and poured into his father's arms.

Empu Brajasena glared at the steering wheel door with a watchful expression, and once she knew who was taking her daughter home, the first thing she did was to grab Yasa's wrist and forcefully open her palm.

Yasa and Orange spontaneously stiffen and hold their breath.

"Follow me!" empu Brajasena's orders on Yasa half growled. Then he took Yasa to the backyard, the place where the new building next to the kitchen became a special space for his spiritual activities.

And I'm so fucking wretched! thought Yasa bitterly. He took a quick glance at the orange that was automatically met with the same panicked gaze.

"That's!" Ragnala rushed out to meet his daughter with an anxious look. Then look towards Yasa. "What's wrong?" tanyanya's worried.

"Ah—" Orange stammered. Not sure what to answer.

"Why did you go home again?" Ragnala asked again. "It's not been a week, but you've been home twice."

"It's just a problem.." Orange hung up his sentence just before adding, "Spiritual!" he said as he pressed his shoulder, pointing a glance at his father who had disappeared in the corner of their backyard.

His mother immediately chuckled and rubbed the head of the orange. He hugged her and pulled the girl into the house.

Their steps came to a halt when one's steps sounded noisily behind them.

"That's!" Someone called out with a sigh.

Orange and his mother looked in unison and found Magenta panting.

Secretly Ragnala let out a short sigh and bought a slumber. "Don't go anywhere, soon dinner," he said to Orange. Then it passed leaving them.

The orange turned towards Magenta and forced a smile.

The guy was watching Yasa's car with his jaw tightened, then when he turned towards Orange, the girl screeched stifled while smothering her mouth.

"What's up in front of you?" ask Orange surprised.

He saw bruises around the boy's eyes and the corners of his lips.

"Due it!" The man bowed for a moment and smiled wryly, his hands tucked in his jacket pocket. "The name of the street person," he said ambiguously. "Who are you going home with?" he asked while looking into his orange eyes. Next to his eyebrows raised high.

"You're fighting, huh?" Orange asks half-nagging.

Magenta smiled wryly once again, avoiding the orange stare. "I forgot to bring a letter of passage time to the goods," he said grimly. "Officers don't want to know, finally my emotions are buttoned, and.." he poked his shoulders slightly and purposely hung up his sentence.

The orange looked into Magenta's eyes, trying to find the truth there.

Magenta's smile vanished. His dark eyes stared intently into the eyes of an orange. "Who knows you?" he repeated the question.

The orange did not answer. His gaze was fixed on the bruise on the corner of Magenta's lips. The black-colored bruise that extended to his cheek formed a tendril like a root tattoo.