The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 17

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 17...

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"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."

The old woman nodded in wonder.

"You are how, anyway, son," said Emak Sari while smelling the aroma of the processed. "No smell of water, really. Yeah, right, Elas boy?" He asked for his daughter-in-law's opinion. Lastri answered while doing the same thing as her mother-in-law, "Yes, Ambu. Just ordinary. It's even delicious, really. The kids are just ravenous, tuh."

Aryan and Maryam seemed to be enjoying their lunch.

"Sorry Abas, Mak, but .. Abas doesn't like the smell" Basri said. Half-down, these male eyes wildly glanced at almost every corner of the house room.

Sari's mother pouted and grumbled, "This weird you are, son. Since childhood, you have always loved your mother's cooking. Manila meat is your favorite side dish too, you know."

Basri did not dare to raise his face. Still in a half-down position, he tried to answer his mother's words. "Yes, Abas knows, Mom. But now Abas can't stand the same fishy smell, Mak," said the flattened man later. Then he got up from his seat.

"Where are you going, sir?" ask Lastri quickly.

Basri replied in the middle of his step towards the kitchen, "Take salt, ma'am."

"Salt? What's it for, sir?"

The man did not answer. But vaguely from the direction of the kitchen, Basri sounds like they are grumbling.

"It has. Let it. The Ambu boy was eating, it was like that, son," said Emak Sari to his daughter-in-law. "At least he wants to make a tutug uyah4."

Lastri mangosteen, then continue to enjoy the ngawadang5 event with ravenous.

What exactly is going on? Behind the ignorance of Emak Sari, Lastri, and the two children, Basri felt the irregularity when he wanted to enjoy the processing of his mother earlier. Suddenly, a foul scent burst into the middle room. Stinging and tightening of the chest until he was nauseous and almost vomited.

'Damn!' the man cursed. 'The damn thing came back when I was about to devour this delicious food!'

In order to avoid the suspicion of his mother and family, Basri tried to be calm. Pretend to sit cross-legged facing the dish with your head down. While his eyes steal a glance to the left-right and front, to ensure the presence of the astral figure in question.

Justright. Not how far away in the doorway to get out there, seemed to stand rigidly a figure of a white-clothed creature cumbersome and bound five knots from the tip of the foot to the top of the head, staring sinisterly at Basri. That part of his face was the only one that was not wrapped and covered, with a terrible damaged condition not necessarily form. Like rotting meat scraps filled with a flash of red liquid as well as a disgusting melt of pus, with both hollow eyeballs looking almost dated from the recesses of its petals. The smell of the carcass, such is the special aroma that is often presented every time its form is visible.

Basri rushed to the kitchen to avoid question after question from his mother and wife. There the damned creature followed in his footsteps.

"Alright, Fuck!" the male's jolt half held back the growl that was yelling at the entire chest. "You're never gonna let me enjoy my life, are you? No problem, Satan! I can take the consequences."

"Fuck fuck!" basri returned angry. "I know, you'll always come smashing my appetite, right? That means you don't want me to have fun. See now …." He searched for a container of salt seasoning, then showed it to the terrible creature once obtained. "This is what you always wanted, huh? He-he. Enough with this I enjoy my appetite and my life, right? Good. No problem! Now get the fuck out of here, before I sprinkle your rotten face with this salt, Hell!"

"Hike-hik!" The creature laughed. Then it slowly disappeared from in front of Basri.

"Yes, Lord ..." sighed the man as he rubbed his head. Upset, angry, fed up, and sad mixed into one. "On the one hand, I'll get my dream. But on the other hand, my pleasure began to be reduced. Is this the consequence of the covenant of cooperation with Satan, Lord?"

At the moment Basri was engrossed in contemplation, a moment of Lastri appeared startling. "Sir, what else is in the kitchen?" ask the woman in astonishment.

Quickly the man reviewed his smile, then replied, "Eh, this is ...find the place of salt, ma'am." He showed the container of salted spice in his grasp.

"Chain again what the fuck," said Lastri breathed a sigh of relief. "Very long, really, howling?"

"Yes, Mom, because I, right, haven't lived here in a long time. So kind of forgot where Mom usually put this salt place. He-he."

"So, I was horrified by Mr. Kayak again mengedumel so."

"Oohh, no. Maybe I was singing around, Mom. He-he," Basri replied bragging.

"Singing? Since when do you like nembang?"

'A lot of questions about this woman too! For a long time, I was worried that he would suspect me. ..' Basri murmured as he turned his brain to answer the questions of his wife's lure.

"Here you go" Basri said, trying to divert the conversation. "We're eating again, yuk, ma'am."

"With salt?"

"hey are. With especially? I saw it for myself, didn't I? I don't like the smell of flesh, Mom."

"Hhhhhhh."

Proven efficacious. Pastri no longer wondered. Then they continued to eat again with Mother Sari and the children, Aryan and Maryam. No more chatter. All enjoyed the dish voraciously until the last mouthful, except Basri himself.

"Mr, why, haven't you been home yet, huh, Mama?" men say when they are getting ready to go home.

Sari's mother snorted. "Come, Son. Lately your father's been busy with people."

"Lho, did you say you went to the kebon?"

"Yes, maybe so, son," replied the old figure. ". .. or it could be together with residents weeding the garden in girang6 there."

"Oohh."

"Makanya, rather than you start a job in the city, mendingan follow your father help-do the garden and rice fields alone, son. Poor thing, your wife and children are often left behind for a long time." Sari's mother turned to Lastri and her two grandchildren.

Basri smiled wryly.

'Hhmmm, better that now, Mom. No need to be tired of all sweat. Enough to complain of fate, money was easily obtained. He-he.'

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