The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 21

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 21...

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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.

The man was stunned and spontaneously stopped stepping.

"S-I .. ordinary kayaking work, ma'am, in the city," Basri replied. "Due, Mother. So coolies. He-he."

Bariah smiled to himself. The woman continued, "Well, if there is a job vacancy, invite my son the Supri, Mas. Later he was angry. Poor thing."

Basri scratched his head. Confused to answer what, but trying to calm down in front of this one figure. A little wrong, could be the gossip material of residents around Cijngkol later.

The man replied at last, "O, yes, Mom. I will ask the same of my foreman. Who knows if it takes more labor."

"Well .. 'that's it, dong," said Bariah pleased, "but .. yes, not the heavy ones too, Mas. If you can, anyway, light work, but the salary is big. Hi-hi."

"He-he." Basri laughed with bland. "I'll try asking, yes, Mom. Now I say maup—"

Tukas Bariah quickly approached, "Eehhh, hurry up very Mas Basri. I remember saying, you know, Mas. Uhh!"

Basri paused his steps. "There's more, huh, Mom? I …."

"Look, you know, Mas Basri .. if you can .. if you can, yes .. hi-hi, Mas Basri's kayak work. A week can bring a lot of money. Sorry, yes, my mom. I asked a lot. Hi-hi."

"What does Bu Bariah mean, huh?" The flat-bodied man began to smell the unpleasant aroma of the woman's chatter. "I don't understand" Basri added, more carefully.

"Aahhh, this Mas Bas. Uhh!" Without hesitation the figure of the widow patted Basri's arm accompanied by her smile made as sweet as possible. "Don't pretend you don't understand, Mom. I know, really, now Pastri again a lot of money. That's what Mas Basri said a week ago, right? What's the job, anyway, Mas? Hi-hi, so to my tote."

Whoa, shit! Thought Basri. This is no longer a healthy conversation. It's entrapment.

"Eeummm, I'm sorry to rush again, ma'am," said the man trying to dodge. "Hoo noon, will be scolded by my foreman. Sorry, yeah, excuse me."

"Eh, Mas Basri! Wait a minute, Mom!" call Bariah while waving his hands. But Lastri's husband did not want to listen. His steps are getting faster away. "H, basic! He is afraid of bad luck. Though I know, surely he has made the same agreement ... sama .... who, anyway, it? Eeummm... oh, business meeting! The preettt! Business meeting? Mostly the beginning. Huh! Hopefully you're playing catchy with the police, Basri! Huh!" The woman grumbled to herself.

Suddenly from the inside of his house, someone shouted at Bariah, "Maahhh, *****Usup has been washed by the bell, anyway? Usup want to use but, really, there's not one-on-one acan, yak?"

Bariah was angry. He immediately returned to the house approaching the origin of the voice. "Daddy, Supri! Fucking you is why, anyway! Big bodies, age has begun to grow old, belly work, marriage does not practice, but want to use cangcut doang is still the same as Mamah? Think, dong, Supri!"

Replied Supri who was still wearing a towel wrapped around her waist, "Lah, from earlier also Usup mahmikir, Mah. That's ***** have a Usup at the table where, 'that's it. That's why it's with Mamah."

"Au, ah, Supri!" Bariah. "Find it out yourself!"

"Still drenched, noh, in the bucket, Supri!"

"Well .. how, can you?"

Reply again Bariah more and more, "Intentionally Mamah biarin, tuh, already a week ngejogrog in rendeman. Let you think and learn to take care of yourself."

"A week? Oh, my goodness, Mom! Rendeman pake diirin weekly, it could have been the smell of poo, Mah!"

"B-o-d-o a-m-a-t!" spelling Bariah wants to be satisfied.

"Mah!"

"You, ah!"

"Oh, Mommy."

"Oh!"

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Mbah Jarwo sat pensively on a chair in front of his house. For a moment the old man's eyes narrowed, staring straight ahead like he was thinking.

'The lantern ..' implying the figure squeezes the brain. 'Why am I so interested in that type of lamp, huh? Hhmmm, is it possible that it belonged to the perpetrator of the demolition of the grave of the late Sukaesih? Anyone can have a model lamp. But do what? Almost all of my village residents have installed electricity in each of their homes. So what does the lantern do? Even if as a temporary lighting device when the power is off, for example, most people will choose to light a candle or also an emergency flashlight.'

He tapped on the headstone with the tip of his index finger. Back to thinking and thinking hard, while occasionally closing your eyes and mangosteen itself.

'What may also ... the lantern has something to do with someone who—'

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mbah," said someone gave a greeting and immediately surprised the old figure of the Head of Sirnagalih Village. He immediately looked over, then ….

"Eh, Dam! Thank goodness, you finally came, too" cried Mbah Jarwo so recognize the new figure that came. Sadam, Juragan Juanda's confidant. "Come here, sit here."

"Yes, Mbah," said Sadam while choosing an empty seat next to Mbah Jarwo. "I'm sorry, Mbah, I came over a bit of a bitch. There was business with the Juragan."

"Oh, yes. It'sit's okay. No problem. What matters is that you've come."

"Yes, Mbah," said Sadam, glancing at the coffee cup and steaming the banana on the table between them. Instantly this man's jakun moved up, gulping. "By the way, what's up, huh, Mbah told me to come? There's something important, huh, Mbah?"

Before answering, Mbah Jarwo first sipped copina with pleasure. His voice was so tempting, but it was excruciating for a Sadam who could only gawk, to be tempted.

"It's important, Dam," replied Mbah Jarwo a moment later. "It's about your master's son's grave."

"Oohh, Likesih."

"Yes, that," said the elder of Sirnagalih Village, this time while picking up pieces of steamed banana horn or banana galek. "You as Juragan Juanda's right-hand man, have certainly talked a lot with him, haven't you?"

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