The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 20

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 20...

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Towards evening, suddenly Sirnagalih village was hit by heavy rain accompanied by strong winds. Lightning snapped unpretently as if to break up the dark space. It continued so until time slowly crawled to a quarter of the night. The natural rage immediately shrank the courage of residents to roam on the verge of closing the day. Plus the cold breezes increasingly make the pores feel pierced by the attack of thousands of needles. They suddenly chose the place of the contest as the only way to relieve the torment of the cradle. Hiding under a warm, thick blanket or filling it with a stretch of eager nerves. It was then that Basri completed one-third of his series of rituals. Succeeds. He hammered the main conditions requested by Ki Jarok. Corpse rope.

But the incident of disassembling the body of Sukaesih finally spread widely to the outside of the village. No exception to the place where the headquarters of Kampung Cijngkol gibah is located. The shop belonged to an old widow named Bariah. Either from whose mouth the news began to leak out, although Juragan Juanda had warned and tried to cover it up.

"Is it possible that the strap of the stolen body was for the prank, yes, Miss Welas?" leha asked, shuddering in fear. "From wealth, for example."

Reply Welas, "Yo, iso iku, Mpok Leha. One of them is used for business marketers. Trade koyok saiki."

The four mothers glanced at someone. Bariahs. The owner of the shop spontaneously denied. "Bak Welah accuse me? Dih, amit-amit really use soan. Musik, know!"

"Yo, no, Bue. Wong I just give you an example. Sopo sing nudu Bue Bariah? Ora ono," replied Mrs Welas.

Lastri who since the beginning of the conversation began, just be the listener. But suddenly felt iris heard the five then whispered to each other.

Not wanting to be the subject of accusations, immediately Basri's wife ended her shopping activities. Come home in a hurry to the house with a raging feeling of uncertainty.

"What's up, Mom?" tanya Basri suddenly appeared before Lastri. Still wearing a towel limited to the stomach to the knees with wet hair disheveled. Just came out of the bathroom, apparently the man.

"Eh, Mr. ..." said Lastri shocked. He immediately corrected his sitting position on the chair. "So leave again today, sir?" he asked as if he wanted to hide his shock earlier.

Basri replied with a sweet smile, "Be, Mom. I promised my business before." The man stepped closer. "Just calm down, Mom. It won't last long, kayak kemaren. Kalopun until not coming home, tomorrow or the day after will also return again."

"Oohhh, thank goodness, sir," said Lastri. Basri got closer, then said again, "Don't be sad, yeah. I also go to work, too. Later after I go home, we do another kayak that night, you know, Mom. He-he."

"Ah, Patahakk ..." sigh Lastri blushed, but the bias of the look on the face before has not gone away as well.

"What's up, anyway? How, Mom's face is so grim?" The man noticed a package containing food ingredients. "You're talking to Ms. Bariah again? 'Kan, our debt has been paid off, ma'am."

Lastri.

"Not that, sir."

"Continue?"

The woman got up, stood up, face to face with her husband. "I'm afraid, sir," she said softly as if she were about to cry.

"Fear what, ma'am? I'm just gonna go for a second, all right. There are children at home too." Basri tried to calm down.

"Not about that either, sir."

Lastri's body shook before answering. She immediately clutched her husband. "So I was horrified from Bu Bariah's chat with another neighbor, he said there was a grave dismantled, sir."

Basri flinched, but kept trying to calm down. His mind does not necessarily refer to the tomb of Sukaesih, the former Kembang Kampung Sirnagalih.

"Ah, maybe it is for the purposes of visa, tomb removal, or it could also—"

"The rope was stolen by people to make a sacrifice, sir," said Lastri, this time clearly surprising the man.

"What-what?!"

"I-I'm not-so scared, Paakkk!"

Instantly Basri's heart skipped a beat. This made Lastri release a hug. She looked at her husband's wonder. "You are pounding very fast. What was? Wh why? What is this Mr …."

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Basri looked sadly at his wife. Slowly he rubbed the woman's face, then said softly, "I-I feel so hard for you and the kids, Mom." For a moment the man took a breath to just loosen his suddenly tight chest. "I'm worried about you all. But ... Anyway, I have to keep going, right, Mom? If not, I will feel more sinful, because I can not meet the needs of the family. You three."

To be honest, that was not what was tucked into Basri's heart. The news about the demolition of Sukaesih's grave finally reached the ears of Lastri. The woman felt scared. Either about the issue of ghost wandering, maybe, or it could be against the perpetrators of the theft of the corpse rope itself.

Basri realized, sooner or later, the news will spread. That cannot be denied. But this man is sure, there will be no one who is able to trace who the perpetrator behind the barbaric incident. With the exception of her own and the figure of the old shaman Ki Jarok.

"Take care of yourself, yes, as long as I'm gone" Basri said shortly before leaving. "Iyan, take care of your mother and sister, yes, dear," he added to the Eldest Aryan. Then he turned to his second daughter, Maryam. "So, don't be naughty, yeah. Help Mom at home. Okay, Pretty?"

The two children hugged their father.

"Father goes not for long, yes," said Aryan lirih. "Iyan doesn't want to see you sad again like yesterday."

Basri smiled, then replied, "Of course, Brother. You didn't go long, though. Doain is with Iyan, yes." The firstborn nodded.

After removing the hugs, the two children's eyebrows were warmly frowned upon. Basri hugged his wife tightly. "I go first, yes, ma'am" said the man in a soft voice.

"Be careful, yes, sir."

"Yes, Mom. Thank you." Thank you."

The figure of the plate began to swing a step, leaving the rented house and his loved ones. Walking down the narrow alley, past the place of the lastri shopping subscription in the village; stalls owned by Bariah.

"Depart, Mas Basri?" asked the woman as soon as the male figure passed in front of the stall. Basri smiled kindly, then replied, "Yes, Ms. Bariah. Come on, Mom." He didn't want to stay there for long. Moreover, seeing the strange look in Bariah's eyes, as if he wanted to investigate further.

"Eh, Mas Bas, .. Now where does Mas Basri work, anyway?" Bariah quickly chases out from inside the stall.

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