The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 16

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 16...

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That afternoon, Basri and Lastri had just arrived at the homes of the two old men to pick up their children, Aryan and Maryam. Warmly welcomed by an old woman, Emak Sari, with a throw of a sweet smile on the child and his daughter-in-law.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mak," said Basri uluk salam as he grabbed the old hand and kissed it reverence, followed by Lastri. Answer the figure longing, "Wa'alaikumussalaam, son."

Lastri asked as he looked inside the house, "How are Ambu and Abah? Healthy? Where are Iyan and Iyam, Ambu?"

"Thank God, Mom and Abah are healthy, son. The children were playing in the back," replied his mother Basri still accompanying him with the same smile. "Come in. Mommy's drinking first, huh?"

"No need, Ambu." Hurry Lastri prevents. "Let's just Elas, yeah."

"O, yeah, already. The same glass is in the kitchen," replied Emak Sari while pointing at the back room. "You want to make coffee, the water is in the thermos. Just this morning, naheur, son."

"Yes, Ambu," said Lastri. "Daddy want to coffee?" the question then on Basri who was sitting on a stretch of pandan mat in the middle room. The man nodded, then replied, "Bikin only, Mom. So do you make Abah .. uh, Abah where to, Mommy? Sisinareun is invisible?"

The old woman replied after Lastri came to the kitchen, "Your father went outside again, son. Biasalah, maybe go to the nyari kebon banana fruit for caneut."

"Oohhh," murmured Basri while having a beard. He glanced at the lyrics for a moment, seeing his mother from entering earlier could not be separated from looking at him. "What's up, Mom?" asked the flattened man who suddenly felt bad. Before answering, Emak Sari looked first at the kitchen. Then he said, "Where have you been this week, son? No news at all, make your wife confused. To the extent that your children are pinned here."

Basri did not dare to look back at his mother's eyes. He answered while turning his eyes. "Abas nyari work, Mak, to the city," he said gave an excuse. "Then, at most two days go, uh .. yearnya even a week back again."

"Continue?" The old eye was like a probing.

Reply the man back, "Yaa ... continue .. meet old, invited to work during the week. So, Mom. Just yesterday evening Abas came home again."

Sari's mother took a deep breath. A few moments later chimed in the words of his son earlier, "Yaa .. at least give word oruh home. Elas's car was coming for you here, kid. Poor him."

"Yes, Mak," Basri replied while looking down. "Abas was clear, kok, the same Lastri and apologized. That's why we came here as well, would like to invite Iyan and Iyam home."

The woman's figure was silent for a moment. Taking a breath, looking at the boy, then saying, "Lagian, why, you guys don't live here just like your mom and dad. Uh, this ... instead contracted far away in Cijngkol there. If you live here, don't you bother like that yesterday, you know, kid. Left you long gone too, Elas and Mother's grandchildren, there's something to do."

Imbuh Emak Sari, "Padahal if you want mah, it was .. follow kebon ngurus same rice field that is in the girang with your father, son."

The conversation halted immediately as Lastri emerged from the kitchen carrying a cup of coffee and a few glasses of sweet tea, with Aryan and Maryam. The two boys exclaimed cheerfully when they saw the figure of his father sitting in the middle room.

"Bapaaack!" yelling both then hit a hug full of longing. "Where's dad going, anyway? Kamari Iyan was waiting for you not to come home," said Aryan the Eldest Child scrambling over spoiled deckap with his younger sister. Sticked Maryam among the spoiled gelayut, "Yes, Father mah went long pisan, huh."

Basri hugged them and showered them with a warm kiss, then replied softly, "Yes, sorry, Father, yes, Children. I'm not telling you both."

Sari and Lastri's mother was satisfied to see the three of them hugging each other. Recalling some time passed, coming to the house with the children with uncertain feelings asking for the whereabouts of Basri. "Where is your husband, son?" asked the figure of the old woman sliced while watching the look on her daughter-in-law's face, looking moody and agitated.

"See, Ambu. Elas himself did not know," replied Lastri. To be honest, he felt ashamed to leave Aryan and Maryam there because they could not feed them. Money does not have, the rice set is up, plus the debt to the Bariah stall is piling up.

"Just stay here until Basri will come home, son," asked Emak Sari to understand that the economic condition of the household of his daughters-in-law is not good. Namu Lastri refused despite the embarrassment of her father-in-law. "Thank you, Ambu. Elas himself did not know how long his father would go. Not usually, like this. But worried that later you will come home, the house is empty."

Emak Sari's offer to bring food supplies, also had to refuse Lastri. The woman understood that her in-laws' living conditions were no better than theirs.

"Elas understands and actually does not want to take Abah and Ambu with the presence of children here, but …." Lastri's face grew grim. " … Elas was confused as to how else, Ambu."

With a heavy heart, Aryan and Maryam were forced to be left for a while at the residence of her grandparents. Lastri returns home to the rented house, riding on a motorcycle taxi with the last remaining money, alone.

"You guys haven't been on the field yet, have you?" asked Emak Sari for a while after having a light conversation with her children earlier. Basri replied while glancing at Lastri, "We had breakfast this morning, kok, Mak."

The old woman's timpal, "That's it, right, this morning, son. Mumulose. It's almost noon now. We eat together, huh? Coincidentally, Abah squeaked a colossal manila yesterday."

In order to keep the old man's heart did not feel disappointed, Basri and Lastri just asked. Then together, they all gathered to face the appetizing dish.

"Huueek!"

All eyes turned towards Basri full of astonishment. "Why, Sir?" ask Lastri early. "So you're in the wind again?"

"You sick, son?" Sari's mother also asked.

Basri shook his head slowly with his eyes closed. "No. I'm fine, really," he replied as he placed the cut side dish he was ready to eat into his plate. "I guess .. This meat still smells fishy, Mak."

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