The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 18

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 18...

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"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 the girang 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.'

"Yes, Mom. Later Abas thoughtin, deh," Basri said while scratching his head. "Now Abas wants to go home, yes, Mom. Say hello to you when you come later."

"Aren't you praying here, son? It's time for Dzuhur, you know," said Emak Sari reminded.

Suddenly the man's face looked cold and stammered saying, "S-sholat? Uh, i-iya. Stay home later, Mom. Not so long, on the way. Once there, there's still time for s-sholat."

Before leaving, Emak Sari deliberately provided them with a little food ingredients. She was worried that the little family did not have the money to shop. Initially Basri was about to refuse, even going to give his mother money, but his mind immediately worked. 'For a while, let Mother still consider me all deficient. It is better, so as not to arouse suspicion about me now ….'

"Involuntarily Mother Bekelin also leftover manila meat dishes earlier to make your meal at home later, yes."

The meat again, Basri thought suddenly feeling nauseous. Then faintly his eardrum was like hearing a distinctive ruddiness sound.

"Hik-hik."

'Damn!' rutuk the man was furious.

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After returning from the Bariah stall, Lastri threw himself on a chair in the front room. It was weathered, hard, and in some parts of the base was torn with a fading color pattern. It was a seat that belonged to a house. Deliberately not transported and left to be found there, since the beginning of the couple Basri and Lastri began to occupy the contract a few years ago.

The woman still remembers once, the beginning came in Cijngkol Village first when Aryan was only a few months old. Now the boy is in 5th grade. This meant that for almost 11 years they had contracted for the house. There a second child, Mary, was born. Only 3 years from her brother.

Economic hardship for this couple has become commonplace. Basri, who only works as a oddball, was able to survive the needs during his household trip. Even so, the origin of this czech man is also not from an ordinary family. He was the only child of one of the influential figures in his birthplace. But the harsh influence of the father since his youth, causing the husband of Lastri became a personal rebel. Frequently clashing in the house and reluctant to meet the expectations of parents.

The young Basri decided to marry the girl of his choice, Lastri, at the age of 24. An orphan and has no immediate relatives. Hoping it could be much better and according to the wishes of parents after married, in fact this man instead chose to stay away. Living in a rented house in Cijngkol Village.

"Give Abas a little capital for business, sir," said Emak Sari at that time. "Maybe he wants to open another business, not farm like you."

"Where's the money, Mom?" asked her husband ketus with a thunderous tone of voice as usual. "It's so easy to talk."

Sari's mother took a deep breath, trying hard to remain patient. The woman replied later, "For example, sell our girly garden land, sir. We will give money to Abas. Ask him to trade or whatever. Don't do kayak shredding now. Poor thing."

"No! A dime I won't give him capital!" the man insisted. "Let him think for himself. Seeking his own way of life. It's delicious, without much effort, he'll easily get the family property!"

Sari's mother could only stroke her chest. But as a wife and mother of Basri, her prayers never came out. He believes that one day the condition of the family will change much better. The woman believed, no matter how hard the attitude of the two of them, there was no hatred buried in the heart. It's just a matter of maintaining principles. In addition, children are a reflection of their parents.

Nahas, in the midst of the economic crisis that is increasingly happening, Basri's move actually swung to the wrong track. The association at work, led the man into the world of gambling. Influenced by the lure of big profits, initially he just tried his luck. Depends on fate on number by number. Instead of winning, it is the loss that is always obtained. The wheels of the house began to wobble. The demands of fulfilling the needs of children's lives are often ignored. From here, whether the whisper of the devil from where, Basri get misleading news.

"To my knowledge, there is a shaman who can help someone become rich, Bas," said one of Basri's friends once. "That ritual is what makes people woof to do it."

"Where's the ritual, anyway, Jun?" Basri. The figure, named Junaedi aka Juned, replied, "Gall the grave, Bas."

"God! So horrified!" exclaimed the gungkring man shuddered to himself. "Cathyyy!"

Juned again said, "That's why, rarely would anyone want to talk about it. The test is heavy, Bas, besides being able to drive the culprit crazy, the stakes are also life."

"Dot! Beneerrr serem!"

A small and idle conversation, but a powerful imprint in Basri's memory. Complaints of wives and whining of children often shake the faith of men who still rarely carry out their own religious obligations.

"His name is Ki Jarok" Juned said when asked about the whereabouts of the shaman in question. "Living in a hill, at the foot of Mount Halimun area. That's, um, the one I've been through."

"Oohh." Basri's mouth is rounded with a small nod.

"Why? You interested?" june asked to mark it. Basri replied with a chuckle, "Lunny you! Yeah, don't. Boro-boro digs graves, peeing malem-malen aja, I often ask for your anther, Jun. Ha-ha."

Both are laughing too. But gelak one of them not because they feel there is something funny, but to cover the intent of the heart that is deliberately harbored. Unkempt.

...SERIATE...