Bebegigs
Chapter 84's

"Why not answer?" Magenta leaned over and grabbed the orange arm.

The orange jumped and spontaneously pulled his hand from the man.

Magenta blurted out a sharp look. He stepped forward and ambushed Orange's shoulder with both hands.

The orange pulls off himself, but the clutches of the boy's hands are too tight. His eyes look wild. "Answer! Who's got you?" His voice sounded tense and strange.

"Gue picked him up! Why?" Yasa appeared behind the orange.

The grip of Magenta on the shoulders of Orange simultaneously loosened. He lowered his hands and stiffened, staring at Yasa with his jaws tightened. Both of his hands clenched at his sides.

But then the appearance of Empu Brajasena behind Yasa made Magenta feel defeated.

Of course, he thought bitterly. He can shuttle Orange whenever he wants. He's a favorite student of Orange's father.

Magenta bowed with a grim countenance, then twisted and passed without speaking. Empu Brajasena watched his back with a flat face.

Yasa turned to Orange and smiled, then pulled out his phone from his pocket and held it out to the girl, "I'm asking for your number, '" he said.

Orange received the phone blushing. He glanced at his father through the corner of his eye. Then type her mobile phone number and return the phone to Yasa.

"Ntar the mallem I picked up," whispered Yasa as he walked past, then rushed to his car.

Orange glanced again at his father.

Empu Brajasena has disappeared into the house.

Yasa started the engine and rewinded his car, then honked his horn before it passed.

The orange let out a short sigh and fell. Anxiety ambushed him for a moment.

Till…

Ragnala called out to him and quickly Jingga rushed up to him.

Entering the dining room, Empu Brajasena was already waiting across the table. A cup of coffee billowed on the table in front of him. The man just crossed his arms while watching over Orange with a gaze that was difficult to pin down. His face looks calm and flat. But the look in his eyes made Orange unable to lift his face.

Orange pulled a bench facing the kitchen that became one with the dining room, sitting opposite his father.

His father still hasn't blinked watching him.

Ragnala approached carrying a plate full of boiled cassava, then placed it on the table in front of Empu Brajasena.

Orange bowed with a tense expression.

What the hell's going on? thought. Why does the atmosphere feel awkward? Am I afraid of my own father now?

Empu Brajasena cleared his throat and instantly Orange flinched.

"Where's the lecture?" Empu Brajasena questions beyond the prediction of Orange.

"Well," replied the unconvinced orange. Not sure where his father was talking.

"Some?" ask his father again.

Nah! answer the orange in the heart. But, "Yes," he said.

"Magenta is going there often?"

"Yes-no, I mean never been to college. Never been to a boarding house. Most menganterin until in the alley," said Orange stammering.

"Magenta goes there often" repeated his father.

The orange finally raised its face, looking at its father with its eyebrows intertwined. Not sure if his father was asking or telling.

Ragnala approached for the third time in the last two minutes, going back and forth to arrange the dishes on the table. Stay tight as usual. Just a quick glance at the orange, then back to the corner of the room, pick up another dish.

The aroma of cooking that is still hot makes the stomach of Orange rumble. But Empu Brajasena's next question made Orange's stomach cramp.

"So, you're dating Yasa... What is Magenta?"

Empu Brajasena suddenly turned to his wife, "Mama prefers Yasa what Magenta?" ask without burden.

Ragnala spontaneously freezes with squashed eyes.

Empu Brajasena turned back to look at the orange, "Any you?" ask in a quick tone. "Prefer Yasa what is Magenta?"

Orange stuttering.

"Pa!" Ragnala.

Empu Brajasena didn't bully him. He leaned over the table, leaning his body toward the orange. "You quit college, huh?" said.

Orange and Ragnala were squealing at the same time.

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"You're so mean, Sa?!" Tone jerked her feet like a sulking little girl.

Yasa frowned in front of him while scratching the back of his head that did not feel itchy.

"I'm still single" Nada almost cried.

"Sorry," said Yasa half grimacingly.

Tone sighed violently and stopped shaking his legs, he approached Yasa while shaking his waist. "Say you want to go to college in front?" ketus spray.

"Well.." Yasa hung up his sentence, scratching the back of his head again, "Lecture right, it's not forbidden to have a wife?!"

"Gee! Yasa.." Tone jolted his legs again, more vigorous than before. This time he really looked like a child going berserk. "I don't want to be caught!" she was, like a child.

"Well, how else?" sergeant Yasa, half groaning. Running out of sense to calm her brother.

Tone has a tendency to Peterpan Syndrome or Cinderella Syndrome, a condition in which adults do not show maturity psychologically, socially, or s e k s u a l.

Call it, Eternal Child!

"I don't want to be a spinster!" whinek Nada again.

Yasa let out a heavy sigh and approached Nada, then placed her palms on both of her brother's shoulders, "You're not old, really," he persuaded with a mischievous smile. "I'm the one who grows up," his god. "Eat him, grow upwards, not sideways!"

"Rayr!" Tone growled and beat his sister's chest with a fist. "How come you're cheating on me, anyway?"

Yasa smiled faintly and hugged her brother, the look on her face turned grim. "I'm sorry, yes" she whispered sadly.

Such is the relationship of the brothers, semesra lovers.

People who don't know them will probably think they're husband and wife.

Although Nada's age was five years older, but her taper face was like a doll, making Nada look ten years younger than her original age.

In contrast to Yasa, although their faces are almost identical, Yasa's calm personality, plus her hair style that is deliberately extended to make an impression of being more mature, makes Yasa look one year older than her brother.

The tone finally exploded in tears. "But you're a little girl, Sa," he exclaimed. "I'm not willing to take you off before you're really established. You are only nineteen years old.I take care of you from childhood not to teach you the future."

"Who said you took care of me?" Yasa tried to joke. "I'm thin from the sonnae, really!"

Tone is not laughing. His heart was too sad to respond to his sister's clumsiness. A sister who grew up alone. The younger brother she expected to be an established figure who prided themselves on elevating their degrees in society.

But the news Yasa brought after two days of disappearing had shattered all his hopes.

And Yasa was helplessly disappointing the two people he respected so much. Empu Brajasena and his older sister.

More than that, Yasa also loves Orange more than anything in the world.

He wasn't even sure if he should be happy or sad. Being forced to marry the woman he loves is certainly the greatest gift of his life. But getting married at such a young age was completely beyond his expectations.