The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Part 1

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 1...

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Rain spots still color the nature with a cold puff of air that night. Silence without leaving a small screech of crickets that usually grow earthy clean among the thickets of fresh green grass. There were hardly any signs of life in Sirnagalih Village at the same time, as was the case in the public cemetery east of the local settlement.

On Friday night Kliwon on the verge of mid-night to be exact, when almost everyone was asleep in the cradle of nature sleep, lashings were heard someone's footsteps on the dirt and slippery land. The splash of water instantly splashed as the burly legs rushed towards somewhere. Several times stopped, then continued the journey with a staggering step.

The figure is a flat-bodied man. Dark is almost invisible in concentration, in line with the color of the skin he has. Carrying a lightless lantern, wobbling wobbly knitting in the fingers of the right hand. Occasionally look back, switch to the left and right sides, then pay attention to the front direction accompanied by sharp eyes and slow breaths. Not because I was tired, but like I was worrying about something.

"Finally, it was hard for me to walk in the middle of this blind night, now it has arrived at the destination," muttered the figure of the man accompanied by his cold grin. "Hopefully, my plan is successful until it's completed later, and I can't find any interference."

His steps began to enter a stretch of flat and wide area. There are almost no trees in the middle, except short plants longgok soil shaped rectangular elongated, neat rows equipped with a variety of headstones as an identifier. Obviously, it was a public burial complex.

Without any hesitation, the figure continued to swing a step past the ranks of the tombs while squinting to clarify the forward vision or precisely at the target he was about to aim at.

"That's his grave," the man sizzled with his chastity as he recognized one of the graves in the distance. It still looks new face to face with a small makeshift saung and mounds of soil poking out. Not walled let alone coated with marble. "Good," he added again in a crisp tone, "after I asked a few nights ago, now there is no one waiting and teaching there. He-he."

The figure of the plate accelerated his steps to get closer. Then put a lantern on the edge of the tomb in question and squat. "I'm sorry, Sad. Tonight your long sleep will be a little disturbed" he said, fumbling at the wet surface of the grave. "This is even better. That way, it won't be too long for me to finish this job immediately. He-he. Thank you, Rain."

For a moment the skinny man froze in a cross-legged sitting position; close both palms on the chest, close the eyes tightly, close, then begin to chant certain sentences with strange and unintelligible language. After which, with his trembling body tucked away in fear, he began to scratch his claws at the surface of the grave ground with all his might. And so on endlessly and without the help of any tools.

"You have to do it with your own two hands, Basri" said an elder he knew and helped him with the ritual procession, some time before that night. "Don't use any tools, including when you pick up the strap. Remember that!"

"Even for the last thing, it has to be with my hands too, Ki?" asked the flattened man named Basri was surprised.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Then?" ask Basri was-was.

"Hike-hik!"

Basri cursed to himself while panting with fatigue, then stopped his digging for a moment to take a deep breath, "The bastard Shaman! Does it have to be this hard Ki Jarok told me to dig Kesih's grave? Not later yet! Goddamnit!"

The man took a deep breath, then exhaled through his mouth. Once he did it up to several times to reduce fatigue. After that, continue digging the grave with the claws of fingers. This time it was stronger and faster like an equanimity.

'I must quickly finish this work before it approaches the next day', ' Basri sat in fear bias, quietly starting to run the grating of his heart. While the tomb niche has already begun to form. Nearly half were dug up. Leaving new heaps around the side of the grave.

It is not easy, indeed, to dig back the mound of the tomb that is almost a week old. Solid land accompanied by pebbles and large stones, that often makes it difficult for Basri to reach the bottom of the cemetery. The pain is no longer concerned, hitting the nail tips and injured fingers. Either scratched or torn. The man himself could not confirm it under the shadow of darkness. But in particular, the heavy recharge of previous rainwater actually helps to inflame.

Some time later ….

The truck!

Basri's fingernail tip is like touching something. Quickly he re-clawed the ground, until the object that had slowly revealed its shape. Like bamboo stems that are lined up obliquely, elongated stuck down.

The man's body suddenly trembled violently with a deathly paled face. Basri knew that he had now reached the bottom of the grave. Just a few more steps. The rigid figure behind the bamboo wall inside there, must be currently waiting.

Basri slid to the back. Not even away, but now restrained the walls of the grave ground. Instantly his blood seemed to stop filling the headstone. Cold with heavy sweat flooded all over the body.

"Kesih ..." hiss the flat figure was broken, then fell sitting right in front of the bamboo-bamboo barrier. To be honest he wants to run as far as possible, undo the original intention to fulfill Ki Jarok's request as one of Basri's own dream conditions. It can be imagined, how the condition of the rigid body is rolled now. Five days are deeply embedded there. Of course, it is no longer as beautiful as Sukaesih when she was alive.

The rampage hit all the hallways of Basri's heart and mind. Already so far stepped, is it enough that the crazy journey was ended before it was completed? "No! I have to dare to do it!" he said strengthen the resolve. "Should be completed! My life has to change!"

Slowly he closed his eyes accompanied by a stifling hunting breath. Then set the legs to the bottom of the grave to help him stand, sliding the back up while leaning firmly. Basri intended to take his little lantern light on top. At that moment, the silence suddenly changed.

"Aauuummm …."

The shrill sound of a dog's howl suddenly resounded breaking the silence of the night. It waved long from a distance, like it was about to tear down guts for a moment. Basri was struck by shock and cursed, "Bedebah laknat! My heart almost fell out!" He rubbed his chest for a moment. 'Can't that bastard just shut up until I'm done with it and get out of here? Motherfucker! People around you might wake up and find me! Dogs!'

...SERIATE...