The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 14

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 14...

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Lama Mbah Jarwo pensive. Trying to figure out how to solve the puzzle. "Is there a possibility if the culprit is still a villager here?" he muttered unconsciously.

"How, Mbah?" juragan Juanda asked, touching the old figure. "Eh, what's the way, Nurse?" Mbah Jarwo asked back between his shock.

Sadam also explained, "So we were horrified Mbah said the culprit from our villagers. Is that right, Mbah?"

The old man was surprised. "S-I .. uh, that's just a possibility. It can also be people from outside the village, right?"

Juragan Juanda looked intently at the Head of the Village, then asked, "There are people here who are suspicious?"

Answer Mbah Jarwo stuttering, "Oohhh. I-I was just guessing, Juragan."

"Hhmmm," the male perlente deham took the black plastic package he had hidden behind him. "Maybe we can start by figuring out this thing."

"W-what's that?"

Sadam opened the plastic knot and took out a small lamp from inside.

"Lantern?" Asked the old figure with a sharp gaze, paying attention to the thing that was now lying before him. Already in the condition of breaking into pieces in the 'congsong' section of the lamp cover and where to store fuel oil.

"That Jarwo knows who owns this lamp?" Juragan Juanda asked as he glanced at his confidant, Sadam. Answer Mbah Jarwo while shaking his head, "No. I don't know. Besides, maybe many have that kind of lamp, Juragan."

"It could be, but it does not rule out the owner is one of the residents who live in a remote area, right?" juragan Juanda said. "Sadly, the house of our villagers .. seems to already have a power grid."

"Does that mean the culprit was a villager outside our village, Juragan?" Sadam was curious.

The perlente man nodded. "Every possibility could be true, Sadam, but I want to know the motive behind this incident. What did he do with the strap on my son's body? Why should my child? And what I regret is that it happened on Friday night last night, where last night it happened that no one was teaching at the tomb."

"Because it rained last night, Oragan," said Sadam.

"I know" replied Juragan Juanda, taking a deep breath. "How else, everything has already happened." Then he turned to look at Mbah Jarwo who was still glued to look at the broken lantern earlier. "What are you thinking, Mbah Jarwo?"

The old figure quickly awakened. The answer is, "No, Nurse. I was just wondering."

"About what?"

"That strap on the body."

Juragans Juanda and Sadam looked at each other.

"According to Mbah, what's the motive, huh, Mbah?" asked the perlente man to try to investigate. Then the figure of the village elder replied after glancing a moment at Sadam, "As Sadam said earlier, maybe the corpse rope was used as a talisman. Usually, anyway, so. But what amulet for? Compassion, inheritance, or ... success, perhaps? Here's what I don't know, Juragan."

"I agree with what Mbah Jarwo said, Juragan," said Sadam.

"Hmmm, like that?" Juragan Juanda thought. "Is it not a motive for revenge, for example?"

"I mean Nurse?" Mbah Jarwo and Sadam almost simultaneously asked questions. Both then glanced together.

"Let's know, I was just guessing. True or not, I still doubt myself."

"What does Juragan mean .. Arya, the Village Chief's son?" Sadam tried to guess. Juragan Juanda shook his head and quickly responded, "Be careful, Sadam. Do not carelessly mention the name if it is not clear exactly the culprit. This could be a big picture. Danger."

"Here it is," said the richest man in Sirnagalih village intended to end their conversation. "It's a little afternoon. We better go home now. Hopefully, those people really kept their promise not to spread the news this morning."

"Hopefully so, Juragan," said Mbah Jarwo and Sadam back together, then the two also glanced, also simultaneously. "Oh!"

The three of them immediately left the hut. Stepping together down the small road to their respective residences. But without realizing it, since then there was a pair of eyes lurking from a distance. After being confirmed safe, he quickly came out of his hiding place, approached the hut, then took the broken lanterns that were left on a 'bale' made of black bamboo webbing.

"Hhmmm," the figure is accompanied by a grin.

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Two days later, Basri had just finished his last ritual with Ki Jarok at a shower near his home. Holding back the cold, the man sat cross-legged with his arms crossed together in front of his chest and eyes closed tightly, busy chanting strange sentences.

After receiving the order to stand, Basri immediately rose staggered in a stark naked condition, then stepped closer to the figure of the old shaman.

"Wick on your clothes!" it was Ki Jarok who stood his back to Basri. Without thickening, the man quickly complied. "Have you?" ask the shaman after some time has passed.

"Already, Ki," replied Basri.

"Hhmmm," deham Ki Jarok while turning the body. "You can go home now, Basri."

"Now?"

"Yes. You're still here, huh?!"

Gelagapan basri. He said later, "I don't mean that, Ki, but …."

"Otherwise? Still not enough what I gave you?" Those old eyes glared fiercely, creepily.

"My clothes, Ki," said the flatterer. "I can't go home in a dress like this. Later people will count .. I'm Aki's twin."

"Bad you!"

"Sorry, Ki, I don't mean to rival the look of Aki, but—"

"That's your business, Basreng!"

"Basri, Ki. Not Basreng, let alone Cireng."

"Like me," said Ki Jarok, as he gave a great snort.

'Hhmmm, the appearance of this shaman is quite sangar, but sometimes his behavior resembles the ghost of the queen of the Sweet Bridge Crossing. Who, yeah, his name? If not wrong .. o,iya, Onzy Syahputri. Hiiyy .. gelay!' batin Basri accompanied by his cengengesan.

"What you? Laughing so. Is there something funny about Akyu?" ask Ki Jarok 'merengos'.

Quickly Basri replied, "No, Ki. I still want a little money left in my dirty pants pocket. I intentionally save for the cost of going home. That's why I asked for my clothes."

"Take yourself under a used cot all night you sleep there!" said Ki Jarok with a tinge.

"Oh .. thanks, yes, Ki" Basri said, then entered the hut. He returned with dirty clothes in his hands. "I go home first, yeah, Ki."

"Don't forget my messages, Basri," said the old shaman while watering his beloved orchid plant. "Every full moon, you have to—"

"Yes, Ki. I will always remember Aki's messages, really."

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