The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 15

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 15...

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"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."

"Good," said Ki Jarok, waving his long white hair. "So I don't have to be tired of explaining back."

Basri approached, grabbed the shaman's old hand, then shook hands and kissed the reverence.

"Lt!"

"I go home first, Ki," said the flattering man. "Thank you for everything, yeah, Ki. We'll see you around the next full moon."

"Hhhhhhh."

Half a heavy heart slowly Basri stepped away from the old figure he had met for a week. Down the steep road in the hilly area, where Ki Jarok lives. Almost like half of a wilderness. Being in the middle of a towering grove of trees.

He deliberately chose the opposite direction to the road that leads to the village of Sirnagalih. Worried about meeting the people around there and still imagined the horror at the time of dismantling the cemetery of the village flower two nights before. It's further away, but Basri feels that's the best option for now.

'I have to look for other clothes to cover this strange shirt, ' Basri thought in the middle of the trip. 'It is not to prevent others from thinking of me as the people of the interior.'

So as soon as passing through a village, the man secretly intends to steal clothes that are being dried outside the house. Although with fear and worry about being caught, in fact he managed to take a set, then ran fast away. In a hidden place, then dare to wear it.

By midday, this man arrived at a suburban area. Feeling that his stomach hurt to be filled, then he looked for a simple food stall. Armed with the rest of the money from work so porters building for a week and occasionally live in his hut Ki Jarok, Basri entered a small shop on the side of the road. Simply order a bowl of instant noodles, it feels enough to block hunger until you go home later.

But before that, Basri suddenly turned his attention to the crowd of people not how far from there. Almost everyone is busy counting using a piece of makeshift paper and a pen in hand.

'Togel city?' The guy wonders. Then he reached into the pocket, taking a small amount of money. Just enough for one meal and the cost of going home on public transport. 'What if I wear it for the masang. All of you prove the efficacy of this talisman given by Ki Jarok. But ... If it fails to penetrate, I am forced to walk with this hunger. Huh! How'this?'

For some reason, Basri was like hearing someone whisper. It was unclear where it came from, but the voice was so powerfully imprinted in his mind. Rows of numbers that must be installed to pit their luck. Although a little doubt, he was desperate to put four numbers at once as many as four sheets.

"Believe to buy that much, Bang?" ask a shabby man while smiling mockingly. Basri answered coldly, "The name is also effort, Bang. Lose-win, yeah, be it."

"But it could be, anyway, the numbers, Bang," praised the figure as he recorded the row of numbers Basri had bought. "Dapet from where? Semalem dream, huh? Ha-ha."

The gibberish man laughed with bland laughter. "He-he, just guess what, Bang."

"Thank you?" ask others in the crowd. "Aja who often scribble use primbon arrow wheel, rarely translucent, Bang. Ha-has. You sure you won?"

"It's okay. 'Kan, who lost me, not the situ or the city," replied the fierce Basri.

"Sorry, Bang. Becanda wishan. Don't take heart, anyway." They were suddenly as frightened as Basri stared intently.

While waiting for the announcement of the figures that come out later in the afternoon, Basri chose to sit in an empty place with a horde of figures who worship the gambling world. The pain of hunger he did not ignore until unconscious a few moments later fell asleep exhausted.

A few hours passed, Basri woke someone up. "Bang, get up, Bang!" He opened his eyes and rubbed for a moment. "What's wrong?"

"The gate that put this number on, didn't it?"

Answer the flattened man, yawning, "Yes. Why?"

"Huh, who really?"

"Yes, Bang. Look at it for yourself!"

"Alhamdu .. uh, thank goodness I mean," said Basri unconscious and happy matchless. He quickly got up from the fall. Then escorted by the kumal figure earlier to the main city house using a motorcycle.

"Lumayan big, you know, Bang, dapetnya."

"Yes, I know."

"Well, get the commission, dong, me too."

Basri replied lightly, "Just calm down. You take me home until home. I paid the price, huh."

"Seriously, Bang?"

"hey are. You think I'm maen-maen?"

"Well, fun. Thanks, this, Bang."

That afternoon, once after taking the money, Basri and the shabby figure had eaten first in a big restaurant. Fulfilled is now the hunger that tormented him earlier. Stay home and think of an excuse if Lastri wonders at home later.

'Ah, the reasons can be contrived, ' Basri sat all the way. 'I said I just got a job outside the city, same old business, continue to give a lot of money to the wife. Hhmmm, Lastri must have burst. He-he.'

"Where to go, Bang?"

Basri replied beamingly, "Cijngkol."

"Oh, pretty far too, huh?"

"Just walk, deh. Anyway you I paid in full."

"Geezee!"

Some time later, Basri arrived home in the evening. Welcomed the cry of Lirih Lastri. Thankfully, everything can be controlled easily. The woman was immediately devastated so piled up half of the amount of money that there was still a lot left in the small bag of men.

'This is just the first step of my life now, ' Basri muttered so rubbed alone in the bedroom. While Lastri was going to the Bariah stall to pay off the debt and shop for dinner later. 'Next I have to go to other gambling places and win easily. He-he. Welcome to wealth.'

Basri had intended to rest for a while while there was time before Magrib's time came. But just after trying to close his eyes, he was like hearing the moans of someone nearby. I thought it was Pastri.

"Bang, give me back mine …."

The man woke up. "Mom!" call out to him while sweeping a glance to the four corners of the room. There was no one but him. "Who was that?" tanya Basri started to get scared. Stay as quiet as before.

'Ah, maybe just my hallucination, ' Basri thought then returned to lay down and closed his eyes.

"Don't, Bang! Don't do that! Return mine, Bang, I beg …."

"God! Who, the hell, is that?" basri shouted back as he stood up sitting on the bed. "Huh, my brain is starting to go crazy apparently. Because of that damn woman's corpse, my life can't be quiet now!"

Silent and empty.

"Damn it! I can't sleep! Goddamn it!" the man grumbled, then sat down while remembering the series of events while with Ki Jarok in his hut house.

...SERIATE...