The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 19

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 19...

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A few months later, Basri was looking for news of his own about the place where the shaman named Ki Jarok lived. It just so happened that Mount Halimun was only a few hundred kilo meters away from his birthplace. It is not easy to look for it, but a strong determination has been buried in the heart of this man. 'I have to change my fate and prove myself to you that I can succeed without hoping for help!' satirize him the day before his departure to the mountain area in question. That's why Basri didn't leave any message to Lastri. Suddenly he just disappeared from home. Not just a day to three days as usual, but a week more this man studied with Ki Jarok.

"Hhmmm, so you're ready to take the test, Young man?" asked the old shaman after being found and heard the words of Basri about the purpose of his arrival. The thin man was dry. Ki Jarok laughed out loud, then continued to say, "Ha-ha! Good ... Great, Young man. I love people like you .. hhmmm .. Bas ... Bas .. Bas ... What was your name? Bas ... what?"

"Basri, Ki," replied Lastri's husband was very happy, because the intention of his arrival was welcomed by Ki Jarok.

"O, yes .. Basri. I'll remember your name, young man. He-he," said the old shaman, watching Basri's face carefully. "Hhmmm, it's also sweet you have the look, Basri."

"He-he, thank you, Mbah," replied Basri rather iris noticed in such a way by the elders of the owners of the creepy forest area. ". but I am married and have a wife, Ki."

Ki Jarok glared. "What do I care about that, Basri! Huh!"

"Eh, sorry, Ki," replied the man while offering an apology. "I just introduced myself. I'm sorry."

"Oh!" exclaimed Ki Jarok with a sour face, but still staring at Basri like before. "From your looks ... it seems to remind me of someone, but who, huh? I forgot myself."

"Aki's son means that?" Basri tried to guess.

"No," the old shaman replied, shaking his head slowly. "I don't have any children, because I've never been married."

"Former maybe, Ki?"

Basri's second guess is still wrong. This time it even got an unusually fierce jolt. "What do you mean, Basreng? You think I've been in love with a le—"

"I mean, a woman whose face looks like mine, Ki. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to accuse Aki of being a no-no."

"Damn it!" aspat Ki Jarok, back to glancing. "Oh, forget about it. Now, you're focusing on your intentions. Learn, think, prepare, and memorize the spells I taught you earlier, Young Man. Because this is important for you later when you are undergoing a ritual and carrying out the test procession."

"Yes, Ki. I understand."

"Good," said Ki Jarok, then sprinkled the lymph powder into the censer. Instantly the narrow, stuffy, and dim room was filled with white smoke. "I don't think you're so stupid, Basreng. Your brain must have been watered down in school."

'Whatever you do, Aki-aki!' basri keki.

"Thank you, Ki."

"Hik-hik."

'Damn it, even fuck him. Basic, Weathered Bujang! Huh!' the grumbling male cungkring was even more annoyed.

A full day, Basri was guided by Ki Jarok to undergo ritual after ritual along with recitation tests of spells. It didn't take long, almost half of their procession journey had been passed smoothly. Until finally, the figure of the old shaman gave important news as well as the culmination of all the exams that Basri will run.

"I heard that in a village down there, there was someone who had just been buried, Young Man," said Ki Jarok looking serious. "The name is Kampung Sirnagalih" he added.

"Yes, in the village of Sirnagalih," said Ki Jarok accompanied by a nod several times. "A woman named Sukaesih or Kesih, still a virgin, and died by suicide."

Unknowingly, the screeching man exclaimed in shock, "Astaghfirullahal'adzim!" The old shaman leaned back with fiercely rounded eyes glaring at him. "Eh, sorry, Ki. I didn't intentionally say that."

He just wanted to continue his speech after adding lymph powder to the ignition coals. "Uhuk! Uhuk!" The sound of a heavy cough accompanied by watery red eyes as the puff of reddening smoke invaded his old face. "You know what that means, Young Man?" asked Ki Jarok after busy rubbing his eyes.

"His spirit will not be accepted, Ki, for dying by suicide and his religious condition including kaf—"

"That's not what I mean, you idiot!" the shaman was angry.

"Eh ... wrong, huh, Ki? Duh, sorry. As far as I know, I know, so."

"Shut up!"

Uh, yes. Sorry, Ki."

"Listen!" tell Ki Jarok with a thunderous voice. "I mean that is .. The death of that woman is very qualified for your wish, Basri! Understand you?" Basri. "Good! Dig it and get the rope of the woman's corpse to me!"

"Huhhhh?!" Basri gawked.

"Yes! Dig the grave right at midnight and bring the rope to me as soon as possible that night, too" Ki Jarok asserted. "Remember, you must take it with your own teeth, Basri!"

"Huhhhh?!"

"Don't you ever take it off the neck of that corpse! Otherwise, you won't get any influence from the corpse's rope!"

"Yes, God!"

"God!" The old shaman's eyes flashed red.

"Eh, I'm sorry, Ki. The release said," said Basri while presenting an apology for the umpteenth time to Ki Jarok. Then pensive for some time. Think hard. Perhaps it was this part of the test that caused the worldly devotees to retreat, undo their original intentions and try to use another path; one that was easier and less self-torturing.

Basri's plan to dismantle Sukaesih's grave was constrained. Some nights he was sneaking watching the destination point, the tomb was always crowded guarded by citizens who taught there. 'Shit! If this keeps up, when can I execute that Kesih's corpse?' that man is upset.

"How is this, Ki?" asked Basri to Ki Jarok after describing the results of his monitoring. "In the woman's grave there is always someone who pays until dawn."

The old shaman just smiled. "Just calm down, Young man," he said calmly. "Tonight, do it to the end. It happens to be Kliwon Friday night. A night of perfection for a black world purpose. The golden threshold for the inhabitants of the realm of darkness. What a precious opportunity for you, Basri."

"I mean?"

Ki Jarok flicked his long white hair before replying, then said confidently, "This is your recipe. Do it tonight. I'll help you from here. Hick-hick."

Basri scratched his head that did not itch. "What will Aki do?" tanyanya.

"Hik-hik."

'Damn it! Even smirk him!'

...SERIATE...