The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 22

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 22...

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"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?"

"Eeummm, not so much, anyway, Mbah."

"Don't lie!" sentak Mbah Jarwo. "I'm sure your employer must be planning something behind my back, right?"

"Eeummm, s-me .. s-me …." Sadam stammering.

Urge the old figure back, "You still remember our meeting in Juanda's saung a few days ago?" Sadam nodded slowly. "I know, just a small part of what you're talking about there. The rest, surely you say much more with Juragan Juanda. Right, right?"

Sadam's eyes hesitated to answer. His eyes intermittently glanced to the bottom side. Something on the table. Until finally Mbah Jarwo also realized and understood.

"Astaghfiullah! You want to make coffee too, Dam?" ask the village elder accompanied by his kekehanya. Juragan Juanda's confidant replied with pleasure while licking his lips, "B-can, Mbah. Waduh ... slurrfff!"

'Oh, why, anyway! Long time this weekend Aki-aki!' sadam Gerrutu. 'It's like this, right, so it's good to talk. Hadew!'

Mbah Jarwo shouted to his wife, asking to make new coffee and additional steamed banana galek. "Eh, geuning there's Mang Sadam. It's been a long time, Mang?"

"Just now, Ambu. He-he," replied Sadam mesem-mesem.

"Let's wait a minute, yeah. I made it first."

"Yes, Ambu. Hatur noahun."

Not long after the order came, the two men continued chatting. This time it's better than before.

"Actually Juragan has not wanted to discuss this problem again, Mbah," said Sadam while enjoying coffee, snacks, and puffed bako taning mixed in puffer kawung leaves. "He is ready and sincere. Moreover, this incident turned out to have spread outside the village of Sirnagalih. The village government and law enforcement officials have also met Juragan Juanda. In essence, he just resigned and put the next investigation process to the authorities, if it was necessary. Currently he only focuses on the health of his wife, Juragan Sumiarsih. Keas—"

Tukas Mbah Jarwo who looks bored hearing Sadam's words, "What I want to know is that it's not a problem, Sadam!"

'Huh, it's good to say so when you get this Sadam coffee water!' the village elders felt bad.

"The Juragan Juanda was intending to investigate this case, Mbah," Sadam said. Mbah Jarwo immediately turned enthusiastic. "Well! Continues to?" tanyanya. Reply back to Juragan Juanda's right hand, ". .. but since the case was widely spread, he instead postponed it, Mbah."

Sadam took a breath, then replied, "Juragan Sumiarsih suddenly fell ill. Probably because of hearing that."

"Hmmm. I think he'll—"

Tukas Sadam, "But …."

"Well, what's more?"

The male figure of the landlord trust in Sirnagalih Village looked confused. He said quietly, "Our evidence is gone, Mbah."

Mbah Jarwo. "What evidence is it?" tanyanya was confused. Sadam replied, "The lantern light, Mbah."

"God! Where can? Not you—"

"Staying in the saung of the Juragan garden. When I got back, the little lights weren't there."

"Hhmmm," Mbah Jarwo began to think again like before. His head was tapped with his index finger. "What …."

"Is it possible to be taken by the culprit, Mbah?" tanya Sadam was greeted coldly by the face of the village elder. He scowled in annoyance.

"I wanted it to be, too, Dam. Hadew!"

"I'm sorry about that first."

"You, ah!"

Then both are silent. Silent. Only occasionally heard the sound of delicious coffee water from beside Mbah Jarwo, ending a typical sigh reads, "Aaahhhhh!"

If the lantern lamp is so valuable as evidence, then why should it be lost in the saung? There was someone who deliberately took it to remove the traces. In that saung. There were only a few people who had come to the Juragan Juanda to go there. It means only those people know the meeting. But regarding the lantern, not only Juragan Juanda, Sadam, and Mbah Jarwo know? Ah, silly question. At the time of the reclamation of Sukaesih's grave that morning, everyone who was there must have seen the existence of the evidence. Telling itself the meaning of the thing is lying there. Then there was curiosity. Finally ….

'What is possible if the perpetrator of the demolition of the grave is the person who took the evidence? Who else if not ….' Suddenly Mbah Jarwo glanced silently to the side. The figure of a person who is now enjoying a glass of coffee and fun chewing the steamed banana galek. 'It makes perfect sense, if he was the only one who knew of the deserted conditions in the Sukaesih cemetery last Friday night.'

"What's up, Mbah?" sadam asked suddenly so caught the figure beside him was caught staring at him. "Why does Mbah Jarwo see me like that?"

The head of Sirnagalih village even commented a faint smile. "How long have you been working with Mr Juanda, Dam?"

Sadam thought for a moment, counted, then answered with confidence, "More or less .. nearly eleven years, Mbah. Why?"

Mbah Jarwo returns to smile. He said later, "It's okay, Dam. I'm just so happy, it turns out you like my wife's dishes, yeah."

"He-he, I'm hungry, Mbah. From the morning have not eaten," said Sadam while plucking back the rest of the steamed banana pieces galek on the table.

"Hhmmm," deham Mbah Jarwo with a cold gaze. "Take it off, Dam. I happen to be full. He-he."

"Yes, Mbah. Thank you." Thank you."

'Hhmmm ... for the measure of the trust figure of a wealthy landlord, is it possible that he still looks like such a apprehensive life? Even for just eating, it feels more worthy of being hungry.' Benak Mbah Jarwo is busy unraveling the thread for the thread of the winding red thread that is still mired. 'What was behind Sadam's life all this time?"

For some reason, initially curious to start an investigation into the case of the demolition of the Sukaesih grave from the broken lantern lamp earlier, now the brain of the village elder was even more interested in diverting it to the figure of the one; sadam.

'Hhmmm, we'll see, Dam. He-he.'

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