Bebegigs
Chapter 9's

Lengang streets. Nobody's moving.

The orange passed by a bright house, but he could see no one in it.

The rain kept on hitting her face, as well as her coat, as if to push the girl back. As if to force him to turn around.

"It doesn't make sense" Orange muttered. "It's totally crazy. Freak! Magenta wouldn't want to meet me if the weather was like this."

Orange squinted and saw the tower BTS—tower telecommunications network impressed like the silhouette of the tower a mysterious castle in a fairy tale because it was covered in fog and raindrops.

"Hopefully the post office gate is not locked" said Jingga. "Hopefully there's a place for shady!"

The girl rushed across the road, and hit something hard. Something very cold and hard. A pair of black eyes glared at him. And he screamed loudly too.

A second later he felt a pair of hands pull him hard. And a voice exclaimed, "Jingga—what's up, anyway?"

The orange almost choked.

He retreated staggered and almost slipped in the slippery and wet realm.

He flipped over and looked at Magenta.

The guy was tugging at the arm of an orange coat. "I saw you hit a scarecrow" he said. "But why are you screaming?"

"A---a--a..." Orange stuttering. Squinting his eyes he looked at the scarecrow before him. He looked into her dark eyes, and the scars on her round face. "A--I was just shocked," he said.

Actually the girl was annoyed to be mixed with embarrassment for having behaved so silly.

Magenta must be surprised to see my behavior, regretted in his heart. What's the matter with me? The hell time I got to screaming because it hit a scarecrow?

"Why would anyone make a scarecrow in front of the post office?" ask Orange.

Magenta did not answer. He looked at the orange with his dark eyes. "Are you really okay?" he asked back.

"I'm okay, really! I'm fine," said Jingga quickly.

Magenta looked at him for a while before turning around, "Udah yuk, we're going in first, huh."

Again Jingga glanced at the scarecrow that sneered. Then he followed Magenta to the side door of the post office.

They stepped in and jerked their feet on the mat, so that the rainwater that stuck to their shoes did not get carried inside.

"Is it always raining here, so it's called Rain Village?" The orange grumbles while pulling the hood of the coat back and unzipping.

"Not really, anyway. It was raining for ten minutes. We all took a summer break like Westerners" Magenta joked.

Orange looked around.

They were now in some kind of waiting room. A long wooden bench leaned against the wall. A pair of ancient wall lights emitted a soft light.

The orange and Magenta opened their coats and sat on the bench.

Oranges rub hands to warm the two. His cheeks are burning.

"Here is quite comfortable, quite an angel," said Magenta while lowering his voice. "Ordinary post office employees heaters. They don't like the cold."

"Who likes it?" Orange muttered while rubbing his ears that felt almost frozen.

"This place is also quiet, suitable for conversation," Magenta continued. "Especially to chat things that are. somewhat horror." His voice was so slow.

Magenta looked around. Suddenly he looked tense and nervous.

Why is he so nervous? The orange wondered in wonder. There's nobody here but the two of us.

"Your mother told you not yet about this village?" whisky Magenta. "What are the myths or origins of this village?"

"No, yet" sahut Orange. "Mama hasn't told me anything about this village. I guess Mama herself doesn't know much about this village either."

"Certainly, why did you guys move here?" ask Magenta.

Orange just shrug. "I don't know either. My mom never explained that. He just said it's time we move out of Jakarta."

Magenta leaning toward the orange. "If so, I have to tell them everything" he whispered. "The history of this village is quite strange. People here almost never do this again."

"Why?" Orange interrupts.

"So it's too cool" Magenta replied. "Toward me, the God, until now still frightened. That's why I invited you to talk here. He doesn't like me talking about scarecrows."

"The scarecrow?" ask Orange. He looked at Magenta while frowning. "What is the same as a scarecrow?"

Aren't scarecrows made to scare birds?

Why here is the effect as if a scarecrow was made to scare people?

Magenta shifted a little. The wooden bench they were sitting on creaked. He took a deep breath, then started telling stories.

"In the past years there was a pair of psychics living in this village. Men are women. Everyone knows they're shamans. No one dares to nag them."

"Are they evil shamans?" Orange interrupts.

Magenta shook his head. "No. If I think they're not evil shamans. At least, I'm sure they didn't mean anything bad." Again he looked around.

Orange leaned back and waited for the man to continue his story.

"One day, the two shamans fad to make a scarecrow, continue to be recited mantra. Tau-tau the scarecrow is alive."

The orange holds its breath. "Times, anyway?"

Magenta squinted his eyes. "Please don't cut my story. Let me not forget, wait until I tell the story. Okay?"

Then he apologized to Magenta.

Then Magenta again leaned back and continued his story while whispering. "The two shamans used supernatural powers to bring to life the scarecrow they had created. But eventually they lost control of their creation. The scarecrow turned out to be more powerful than they thought. He's bad too."

The orange gulps and stutters. But I dare not interrupt.

"The two shamans gave their lives to the scarecrow without them knowing it. At first they were just idle. They didn't think the scarecrow would destroy the village." Magenta continued.

Orange is still listening.

"Continue, the two shamans tried to use their magical powers to fight against the scarecrow. But they lost. Eventually all the villagers were rounded up. I don't know how, but they managed to sneak the scarecrow to the top of the mountain" Magenta continued.

His voice grew quieter, Orange could barely hear him.

"At the top there is a large cave. People say it's a sacred cave" Magenta continued. "The residents managed to cut the scarecrow into the cave. After that incident many residents moved from here, because they knew the evil creature was still living on the top of the mountain. So, most of the villagers left. Only a few people want to stay here. The two magicians also said. No one knows where they went, or what happened to them. Well, that's when that Empu Brajasena appeared!"