The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 2

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Part 2...

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The shrill sound of a dog's howl suddenly resounded breaking the silence of the night. It waved long from a distance, like it was about to tear down guts for a moment. Basri was struck by shock and cursed, "Bedebah laknat! My heart almost fell out!" He rubbed his chest for a moment. 'Can't that bastard just shut up until I'm done with it and get out of here? Motherfucker! People around you might wake up and find me! Dogs!'

Basri started crouching again. Taking the lighter out of his dirty muddy pants pocket. Then turn on the lantern lights to help illuminate the dark conditions at the base of the tomb burrow. A little bright even though dimly lit. At least now it has been able to see the bamboo wall ranks earlier. Just dig again, then pull one by one the former retaining pile on the ground.

Several times Basri stopped the excavation. He faintly heard strange sounds. At first glance like a small groan brushed the fur of the nape. 'Ah, maybe the sound of that bastard dog howling, ' he said. Trying to stay calm even though the fear is still big.

' … or maybe the voice was a groan from the figure behind ….' The man glanced slowly at the bamboo range beside him. The human brain begins to imagine strange things. Hands sticking out, the eyes of the corpse open, or it could have been fully formed standing behind. "Ah, demon! There's nobody here" Basri muttered after turning his head. "Hhmmm, how could a dead person live again. Impossible. Uhhhh!" He patted the nape spontaneously. Suddenly it felt like there was a cold swiping gently on the back of his neck. "W-who?" Blank. Basri raised the lantern slightly above the surface of the tomb burrow. Still no one.

The man immediately continued his work. Until then stand straightened waist, then look at the row of bamboo-bamboo retaining carefully. Just lift them one by one.

Basri's heart skipped back. The fear that had been held back was now starting to go crazy. 'Shit! Why do I have to do it this way, anyway? I ….' There's no other choice. Time is getting narrowed. Inevitably the man had to put aside the sinister shadow of the figure inside. Otherwise, it was a waste of what he had done since then.

While carrying the lantern lights, Basri slowly pulled the bamboo sticks trembling one by one. Once exposed, the foul aroma began to sting.

"Huueek!"

At once Basri retreated away while closing his nose. Nausea was immediately jolting the entire stomach, accompanied by a dizzy head and shortness of breath.

"Huueek!"

This time the man actually spewed out the food he had eaten earlier this evening. Ears also buzzed fiercely piercing the entire head.

"Damn! Weepy! It's so rotten that this virgin's corpse!" gerutu Basri after spilling his last vomit. He spit several times, while removing the remnants of the stomach contents that tucked between the teeth.

This time, before continuing his last rite, Basri looked up and took many breaths. Then without waiting for a long time immediately plucked all the bamboo stems until they ran out. Take a break to exhale, inhale long, hold back, then crouch back to check the condition of the corpse Kesih assisted by lantern light.

"Geezoooo!" basri exclaimed in shock and immediately pulled his hand back away. He immediately got up to exhale, inhaled back, then crouched closer. 'That strap on the neck that Ki Jarok asked for, ' he muttered with a feeling of great fear. I have doubts about taking it. It would be terrible if suddenly the corpse turned around, looked at him furiously, then rose to ….

"Pull and grab the rope of the corpse by the neck with your teeth" Ki Jarok said. Basri was surprised not to be trapped. Ask the flattened man then, "D-with my teeth, Ki?"

"Yes, with your teeth!" the elder replied firmly. "Why? You object, Young man?"

Reply Basri fearfully, "B-not i-it m-I mean, Ki, but ... is there no other way? For example with both tang—"

"No!" exchange Ki Jarok loudly vibrating. ".. and do not try to trick me, Basri! I must know!"

"Y-yeah, Ki. Sorry," said the man, bowed withered. The old shaman's eyes lit up every time he jerked. Horrifically. "I will do as Aki has commanded."

"Hik-hik! Good ... Great, Young man."

Man is crazy, thought Basri, a little angry, a little later chuckling.

Said Ki Jarok again explained about the figure of Kesih, ". I heard, Kesih is still a virgin. He-he. Better yet, he died in an unnatural way. Suicide, if I'm not mistaken I got the news."

I like the full name of the girl. A flower of Sirnagalih Village which is famous for its beauty to some arrivals across. The only child of a wealthy land tycoon in the area, named Juanda Wiratadiredja. Kesih who has a beautiful heritage from his mother Sumirah, word got out to be betrothed to a young man, son of the village head next door. The girl refused because her future husband's temperament is a hobby of drunkenness and likes to play women.

"Likeih choose to die, the day before their wedding," added Ki Jarok while closing his eyes, like he was laughing at the moment of the unfortunate incident. "He hanged himself in his room" said the elder closing the story.

Basri recalled very well the messages delivered by the old shaman. " .. you happened to come at the right time, Young man. Asking me to make your life a poor dream come true. There's also no point in the tragic death of that poor virgin. Hik-hik hik-hik."

Helpful? Sure oes. Basri is tired of being cooped up in his moribund life. While the fate of Sukaesih is not as lucky as the beauty of the face he has.

'Considering the way of your life, Kesih, ' Basri muttered as he looked at the virgin's body. Then before the man finished the task, first recite some special sentences. A kind of spell from Ki Jarok. After which, slowly while holding his breath, Basri bent down into the recesses of Kesih's tomb. Approaching the head towards the neck of the corpse with the thump of the chest increasingly roar. Doubtful but insistent heart is already wet. Even if you face unexpected events, so be it. Perhaps the last fatal risk is his own life.

...SERIATE...