Bebegigs
Chapter 85's

Is Yasa ready to be a husband?

Nah!

Yasa wasn't ready.

But the rice has become porridge. Empu Brajasena saw that his only princess had lost her chastity.

Not after Yasa spent the night at Bu Lastmi's house. But since two years ago.

On that remote island…

Yasa ambushed his weak enemy, pushed Jingga hard into his bed, held the girl's chin with one hand, tore off her orange clothes with the other, holding the girl's body with his.

Orange screamed as Yasa slipped his hand into his pants, trying to tear off the crown of honor of Orange with his finger, while his mouth clenched the girl's neck.

That night…

Yasa succeeded!

Well, it wasn't him who did it.

But Yasa did not want to tell Nada the truth.

Spiritually, he was innocent. But physically, he is all of himself.

After all, Nada knew nothing about Jurig Bebegig.

Yasa could have shied away from responsibility!

Empu Brajasena did not blame him either.

Empu Brajasena offers a wise choice of spiritual considerations.

But the mischievous side of Yasa saw this as an opportunity. When else could he snatch the orange from Magenta?

The orange will never be his until he breaks up with Magenta.

But of course the chances of them breaking up are so slim.

The orange is very protective of Magenta's feelings even though his heart and self have given up completely on Yasa. Although in the end the girl may still be heartbroken considering her chastity has been taken away.

Magenta won't like it!

After all…

Yasa didn't want to wait until Orange was dishonorably kicked and dumped.

Before it happened…

Before the girl he loved was heartbroken…

Yasa decides to take the orange.

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"But Orange equals Magenta," hissed Ragnala in a soft murmur.

"What do you want to have Magenta's son-in-law?" seloroh Empu Brajasena with a scornful expression.

"If what a soul mate can make," said Ragnala sound reluctant.

Empu Brajasena chuckled wryly, "Mama is honest, yes. You don't really like Magenta?"

Ragnala blinked agitatedly and stared doubtfully at the Orange. Worried that the answer would hurt his daughter.

But a smile full of understanding Orange finally calmed him down.

"It's not really like it" said Ragnala. "Mama's just not sure about her personality."

"You mean a private house, a private car?" kelakar Empu Brajasena without a sense of humor. Tends to sound cynical.

"Pa!" Ragnala glared at her husband. Then glance at the orange once again.

The girl fell down with a wounded face. However, he did not want his parents to discuss the material. That's Magenta's shortcoming.

At least for now.

Who knows the sustenance of people?

Even Empu Brajasena!

Despite being awarded a myriad of special talents, the matters of sustenance already exist to govern!

"Mama just feel not calm if Jingga goes with Genta," Ragnala admitted.

In his heart, Orange justified his mother's argument. He himself often felt insecure about being on Magenta's side. But he still doesn't know why.

Everything in Magenta feels like gunpoint, where the Orange always does not dwell on it.

"Mama is just feeling. Magenta is rash and childish!" Ragnala concluded.

Heshy?

Childishly?

The term was indeed quite appropriate, Orange admitted in his heart.

"But how can we not hurt the feelings of others" mother Jingga added. "Papa must consider this matter first!"

"Our son is not a virgin!" pass Empu Brajasena frankly.

Ragnala and Orange jerked together.

What say? cry Orange in the heart.

The cup in Ragnala's hand came loose and broke on the floor.

Is true…

The orange froze with a pale face. His knees instantly wavered, his palms and feet suddenly felt cold. A cold sweat rolled at his temple. His body shook violently. His eyes and mouth were rounded between not being sure of what he was hearing, and not being sure of the truth.

One word that paced in his head was simply: Really? Did ya? Did ya?

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Yasa was just about to scoop up the rice when the front door bell rang. He glanced at his watch.

Tone stared suspiciously from across the table.

Yasa put back his plate and got up from his seat, then rushed through the front corridor and opened the door. "Genta!"

Magenta slipped both of his hands in his jacket pocket, staring coldly with his mouth clenched.

Yasa opened the gauze door and let the boy in.

"Gue not long," Magenta said a little ketus. "Gue's here just gonna give you a warning. Orange is my bokin. So, please don't just pick her up without my knowledge. I know you're Empu Brajasena—'s favorite student"

"I'm the only student of Empu!" ralat Yasa's.

"Gue know you got a cool car!" Magenta doesn't bully him. "Gue know your money will not abis until seven derivatives. In every way, you've won a lot, Yasa! Why don't you want to give up on the orange?"

"So, what exactly are you talking about?" refuting Yasa, he calmly folded his hands in front of his chest and looked at Magenta with a flat expression.

"Don't buy pilon!" magenta shouted, beginning to stir up emotions. "Lu know what I mean!"

"No! I don't understand" Yasa remained calm.

"Gue doesn't like you to pick up Orange," Magenta growled as he gripped the collar of Yasa's shirt.

"Gue never picks up Orange," replied Yasa not looking daunted despite Magenta barely strangling him. "Today I picked him up."

"Don't lie to you!" gertak Magenta's.

Yasa smiled and reached into his pocket, then pulled out his phone and showed Orange contact, "Gue has his contacts," he said containing rhetoric. "So she's not crying…"

"Did you say—nangis?" Magenta tightened his grip.

"Yes," Yasa replied without a burden. "He already knows your secret" he said, filled with a disguised mode.

Magenta's clutches spontaneously loosened, his facial features turning in shock.

"He saw you" whispered Yasa.

Magenta gulped and stuttered.

"Why did you think she didn't want to be touched with you?" Yasa. "He knows your secret" he whispered again with a faint smile. Secretly he glanced at the bruise on the corner of Magenta's lips. Damnit damnit! thought. Why does the bruise make me uncomfortable?

Magenta flinched a step back, his face looking a little dazed. His hands clenched at his sides.

Yasa leaned over towards Magenta and whispered once more, "Lu want to know, who did he meet before coming home?"

Magenta did not reply, he blinked at Yasa, as if he had just seen the guy there.

"Cowok is thumping you!" yasa toilet.

Magenta gulped and jumped back, away from Yasa with a huffed face, then turned around and ran towards the pickup parked in the yard, sneaking behind the wheel in a hurry and slamming the door without looking back again.

Shortly after, the car roared and rolled away from Yasa's house.

Yasa stared at his departure.

Sori, Gen! he said in his heart. I had to lie because you're a liar too.

Consider it a vengeance from the Orange!