The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 10

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 10...

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"Wouldn't Mr. Uyat be on guard around the tomb? Let me yang—"

Tukas Uyat quickly, "T-no, Sarkim. S-I do not .. uh, we should hurry to the House of the Village Chief. Yeah, we both."

"But …."

"Come on! Hurry, Sarkim!" urat looked confused. This man hesitated to take a step. A sudden fear enveloped him, forcing him to choose to report together.

"B-well, sir," replied the young figure at last.

Then the two men rushed to the house of the Head of Sirnagalih Village. Running around and a few times almost slipped down.

"Are you two this early?" ask the Head of Village upon arrival Sarkim and Uyat at his house. "Don't you see, I'm having coffee?"

The two men threw eyes at each other. For a moment they glanced towards the coffee cup and boiled sweet potatoes on the table beside the Head of Village seat. Without being given a cue, the two jakuns go down and swallow saliva.

"Kim, you say, deh," pinta Uyat hesitated to start talking. Reply Sarkim asked in surprise, "Why me, sir? I—"

"It wasn't you who first saw …." Uyat stopped speaking, then glanced at the Head of the Village. ". Kesih's grave," he whispered near Sarkim's ear.

The village head wince. "What's up, actually? Why whisper?"

Uyat nudged Sarkim's arm to report immediately. "Snap by the way, Kim," his orders were still in a soft voice.

"I-yes, sir," said the young man with the rest of his fear since watching the condition of Sukaesih's grave a while ago. "A-anu, Mbah Jarwo. S-I .. uh, i-it ... it …."

"Speak clearly, Sarkim," exclaimed the Head of the Village called Mbah Jarwo who got up from his seat. "What's the matter, hhmm?"

Sarkim turned to Uyat for a moment, then continued to say, "I-it .. Sukaesih grave .. there are those who dismantle, Mbah."

"What?" Mbah Jarwo was shocked. "What you're really talking about, Sarkim!"

"Right, Mbah," the young man replied stuttering. "S-I saw for myself with my own eyes."

"When was the last time you saw her?" Mbah Jarwo. Answer back Sarkim, "B-barusan .. uh, I mean .. earlier when I passed the village cemetery complex. The grave is ruffled."

"Astaghfirullahal'adziim!" mbah Jarwo was surprised. He covered his panicked face. "Now also .. you, Uyat, quickly tell Juragan Juanda about this," said the old figure, "while I and Sarkim will go to the grave of Sukaesih just in case."

Uyat immediately recited. "Well, Mbah," he said without a ba-bi-bu.

"Come, Sarkim, you come with me there," asked Mbah Jarwo as he grabbed the young man's shoulder.

"Yes, Mbah."

Mbah Jarwo, Sarkim, and Uyat simultaneously stopped their steps and turned their heads together. "You just wait at home, Mom. I have business first with the citizens" replied the old figure who always wore the batik headband. "Keep the coffee and boil this yam?" ask his wife again. The old man glanced at Sarkim and Uyat. Both look the middle of the same gulp for the second time.

"Keep it in, Mom," replied Mbah Jarwo, grinning, "later I will continue as soon as my business is done." He did not want his wife to panic if she found out about the demolition of Sukaesih's grave earlier.

"Yes, that's it, sir."

Mbah Jarwo turned to Uyat with a hard look. "Why are you still here, Uyat? Didn't I tell you to go to Juragan Juanda's house?"

"O, yes, Mbah. Sorry," said Uyat quickly saying goodbye from in front of the figure of the Head of the Village.

Mbah Jarwo clucked in annoyance.

"Why is that old fool always reliable? Huh!" gerutu seraya. Then immediately invited Sarkim to continue their steps that had stopped earlier.

At that time the sun was still shy to appear in the eastern horizon. Only a little leave the bias in the yellowish-colored ceiling. When people are still at home preparing themselves at home before doing the activity.

Mbah Jarwo and Sarkim walk to the cemetery area of the village. Cutting off roads that are not commonly passed, passing through plantations that are still moist, to be faster and closer to the destination location.

"Are you sure that the tomb that was dismantled belonged to the late Sukaesih?" Asked the old figure in the middle of the journey. Sarkim answered who walked right behind Mbah Jarwo, "Of course I am sure, Mbah." Be careful he is on guard so that the Head of the Village does not slip or fall. "A few nights ago, I had time to teach in front of the grave Kesih."

"Hhmmm," deham Mbah Jarwo while thinking. "Pity the fate of the girl. Already his life suffered, now his calm was disturbed. I don't know what the curse man did to Kesih's body. Uh, by the way have you checked the condition of the body, Kim?"

The young man nodded.

"Sarchem!" call Mbah Jarwo because he did not hear the answer from the figure behind him.

"Eh, no, Mbah," replied Sarkim.

"What do you mean by the word 'no', heh?!" asked Mbah Jarwo while looking over for a moment. "Don't you just say look with your own eyes? How's this, huh?"

Reply again the young man, "I mean .. just a glimpse of the condition of his grave, Mbah, but did not dare to check."

"Hhhhhhhh."

"It was still a little dark, Mbah," Sarkim said. "I'm-I'm scared."

Mbah Jarwo did not reply to Sarkim. He continued to limp as soon as he passed the uphill and slippery road. His old breath occasionally sounded clanking like tightness. Until then after some time has passed ….

"Astaghfirullahal'adziim!" the old man exclaimed as soon as he arrived in front of Sukaesih's grave. "What kind of person or creature would do something like this! Barbarians!"

Sarkim also looked at the contents of the tomb that was ravaged by fear. It looks like the condition of the village's flower body is glued with a terrible position. The sloping head is directed into the grave niche, while the shoulder to the bottom is shifted outwards.

"A-pa should we do now, Mbah?" ask Sarkim while closing his nose tightly. Several times he endured a surge of nausea that stifled the chest. Jawah Kepala Kampung was among the berserk thoughts, "We wait until Juanda Juragan comes later, Kim." The young man pointed to the bottom of the tomb, then said, "But the condition of the body's neck is like—"

"I know, Sarkim," said Mbah Jarwo, "that we must not act rashly before everything is clear. Understand you?"

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