The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 13

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 13...

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Juragan Juanda sat side by side with the Head of Mbah Jarwo Village in front of his invited guests in a simple hut. The place was deliberately built on a plantation land, not far from the luxurious residence of the richest man in the village of Sirnagalih.

"Thank you I wish you to those of you who have accepted my invitation to attend here" said the Perlente man began to open the conversation. For a moment he glanced at and patted the arm of the village elder beside him, then continued to say, "Especially to the one I respect Mbah Jarwo for his invaluable help."

Juragan Juanda paused for a moment while bowing his head. Seemed very sad look adorned his face which still looks dashing at the age of dusk.

"Regarding the incident last night that befell the grave of my late son, Sukaesih, I sincerely hope that the Fathers are willing not to tell anyone except enough of us - we are here who know," juragan Juanda said with a trembling voice. "My family, especially my wife, until now still can not forget the departure of Sukaesih. It is not necessary to discuss the past events, because it hurts us so much. Now coupled with ... yes, as we have seen this morning, perhaps you can imagine how we, me, are feeling right now."

Everyone present looked down in reverence. As if I feel the sadness of the family.

"We understand what Juragan feels," said Mbah Jarwo intended to strengthen the heart of one of its citizens. "We also understand the decision that Juragan took earlier." Of course about Juragan Juanda's refusal to report the case to the police. "We'll respect whatever Juragan's decision is."

The perlente man smiled. He said, "Thank you, Mbah." Then he looked at one of the people in front of him. "Regarding this incident anyway, I ask that we do not need to think about things, especially to the extent related to other things. Enough of us to stop here. Make it look as if there has never been anything in our village. Then after this meeting, others can return to their usual activities, except for Mbah Jarwo and Sadam, I ask to stay here. There's something I want to talk about later."

Mbah Jarwo and a figure named Sadam nodded in agreement.

Juragan Juanda took out some money from his jasko pocket, then distributed equally to those present there. "This is a little sustenance for the Fathers. Think of it as my other form of gratitude for his help earlier. But don't take this as a bribe to keep the fathers a secret, huh? Say, this is just a form of cooperation. Hows it? You can understand what I'm saying, right?"

"We understand, Juragan!" answer the audience in unison.

After distributing the money, Juragan Juanda invited all those present to leave the place, except for the two people who were asked.

After a few steps away from the hut, Uyat whispered to Sarkim. "About what are they going to talk about there, huh, Kim? Is—"

"Here you go, Mr. Uyat," said Sarkim trying to break Uyat's mind. "We've received the money from Juragan Juanda, do you still intend to—"

"Yes, sir, but by wondering like that, there is a chance for you to find out. Little by little we will talk and talk. What if someone is horrified. Can you guarantee Juragan Juanda's secret will stay awake?"

"Sokay know you, Kim!" gerutu Uyats. Reply Sarkim accompanied by his piety, "I am just ngingetin, sir. Inget, you know, in our pockets there is enough money for us to not have to go to the garden for a few days. Hhmm?"

"Of course, if our wives were, what would be the answer? You're gonna lie, are you?" Uyat scowled keki.

"Yes, just answer, we have sustenance from Juragan Juanda. Alms produced by earth, zakat, or family material assistance. Easy, isn't it?"

"With this much money?"

"Why not, sir?" reply Sarkim. "Here you go, don't interfere in the affairs of the rich. I myself am still horrified to horrify the figure of the corpse of Sukaesih earlier. Hiiyy! Hopefully we can sleep well tonight."

Uyat grumbled to himself. His curiosity has not disappeared. For a moment he turned towards the hut, where the three remaining figures were still sitting around gathering; juragan Juanda, Mbah Jarwo, and Sadam. 'Hhmmm, I will find out for myself later the answer, ' the man muttered with narrowed eyes.

Meanwhile, inside the hut, after making sure no one was around, Juanda started the conversation again.

"I've heard the report from Sadam, my confidant," the man said as he glanced at the figure sitting beside him. "There was a rope of my son's lost shroud, which was on the neck. Continues the condition of his neck is also like a broken and there are traces of soil in the shroud part of the face. Whether it is a seepage of the grave ground or can also be the former of something that contains soil, and deliberately struck at that part. From the footprints and the condition of the corpse, it was most likely the savage! I can't imagine it" Juragan Juanda suddenly huddled in his sobs.

Mbah Jarwo patted the shoulders of the citizens. "Patience, Scouts. Be assured that Allah will not allow the accursed man to live in peace. We wish the best for the late son of the Scout, yes."

Juragan Juanda nodded while wiping away her tears. He signaled Sadam to continue the report. "Tell me everything, Dam, as you told me before," he said.

"Okay, Nurse" replied Sadam, then turned to look at Mbah Jarwo. "I'm sorry, so look, Mbah .. after I observed earlier, whatever was done by the perpetrators of the demolition of the late cemetery, I am sure that there is a certain purpose that was intended by him. Eeuummm, I mean .. may be one of the conditions for a certain ritual and make the rope of the late shroud as a medium or tool as a particular material."

"I don't understand, Dam. You use too much of the word 'certain'. What do you mean it's something related to the mystic realm?" tanya Mbah Jarwo accompanied by frown.

"That's right, Mbah," Sadam said as he brandished his thumb. "Maybe it's more precise to make the medium of the shroud rope as a talisman."

"A fetish?" Mbah Jarwo's old eyebrows rose high. "What amulet do you mean?" Sadam glanced at his master, then shook his head and replied, "That's what me and Juragan don't know yet, Mbah. Whether used for what and what purpose. We're still figuring it out."

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