The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 23
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 23...
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Basri's departure as usual to fulfill his duties as head of the household, this time --of course-with a purpose not as usual. Bamitan want to run a business with friends, in fact this time is not the case. The thin-skinned man came to gambling places in big cities. Armed with a rope tied to a corpse tucked away in the seams of her dumpling pants, she was always optimistic of winning bet after bet every game she followed. But to maintain suspicion, Basri never took bets in the same place. Always moving around after getting a lot of money. So and so on, he went on to make a huge profit in one play. It never lasts, just a few days a week. Then go home, rest at home goods two and/or three days while looking for other information, then go back as usual.
“Actually what is this Mr working, anyway, Sir?” ask Lastri one day. “I noticed now this Mr. rather another.” Basri smiled as he enjoyed a glass of black coffee one afternoon. Answer the man casually, “I told you, ‘kan, same old business, Bu.” His wife's question was at once twisted Basri's brain to find a new alibi so as not to arise thoughts that do not hit it. At least prevent Lastri do not suspect his fondness to play gambling. “You mean I'm a little different how, anyway, Mom? You should be grateful, you know, our lives are now somewhat improved than already.”
Lastri frowning. His words later in between his eyes noticed Basri, “Iya, I'm grateful, really, sir. Now the economy of our family is not as difficult as it used to be, but naturally, ‘kan, if I nanya. Part ...”
“What's the matter again, Bu?” This time Basri looked back at his wife in wonder. “Still lacking what I love you? Or--”
“Not, Sir. Not that,” said the woman looked confused to talk let alone. “I'm just scared ... Mr ngelakuin ... a no-no out there.” Basri's eyebrows shot up instantly. Between confusion with his wife's intentions and worry if Lastri has started smelling his new job. “What do you mean, anyway, Mom?” tanyanya half probing.
Lastri replied again broken with a grim facial expression, “A-I .. worry ... Mr. .. ah, hopefully you don't, sir?”
“What's that?”
After a long pensive, Lastri replied again, “Bapak ... ngelakuin .. halal work, Pak.”
“You-you-“
“I'm afraid our neighbor's guess is ... It's true, sir.”
“What's expected? You're telling me the truth, dong, Mom? What are they talking about me, hhmmm?”
Back Pensive Lastri. He hesitated to answer, but was forced to reveal it with a heavy heart. “There is a talk ... if Mr. .. so begal and rob in the city, Mr.”
“Yes, Lord!” basri was surprised. The coffee he had just drank almost just splashed back from his mouth. “Bu Bariah who said that?”
“Surely that woman said it, ‘kan? I know, that old widow's mouth sucks!” basrri pretended to be angry. But actually he was afraid that the big secret that had been covered up, would be revealed and spread widely. Not only that, if until the rope of the corpse he relied on is known, it could be the event of the demolition of the cemetery Sukasesih will also drag him in the future. “This must be because I don't want to help his son Bu Bariah come to work. Hhmmm, how brazen!”
“T-but true, ‘kan, I do not admit to such work, Sir?” tanya Lastri reiterated. Of course the gungkring man denied. “Yes, no, Mom. How can I support all three of you with ill-gotten money? Amit-amit, meh!” basri replied lying. “Kalo there will be time, I will take you and the children to my workplace. There, I was trusted to oversee my friend's place of business.”
“Observing? Meaning you're a foreman?”
Basri. “Yes, I became a confidant of Jarok to take care of his place of business, Mom. I only came there a few days. It was not just in one place, but there are still a few other places.” The man made up the story. Even when Lastri asked for the last time, it didn't take much time for him to come back bragging. “Usaha what, sir? Which area?” asked his wife, Basri answered directly, “Chicken and egg farming, Mom. It is far from the city center. You won't know his name. Anyway, someday we will go there together, yes.”
Lastri's semringah smile finally looks beautifully split his cheeks that originally look stiff. “Nah .. so, ‘kan, better horrified, sir. So I don't have to worry about you anymore. Try from the beginning Mr. Story, I became easy, ‘kan, menjawab Bu Bariah's questions. Uh ...” The woman closed her mouth suddenly. Astounded.
“Bener, ‘kan, who said I was Bu Bariah?” Basri. This time Lastri admitted it with a nod of the head. “Everything, don't listen to anyone else's talk, ma'am. Already know the nature of the widow woman so, yes .. do not be servedin.”
“Iya, Sir. Sorry,” timpal wife of the czech guy. “Endly like to be confused if asked the same as Bu Bariah, sir. Especially if you are together again with Mbak Welas, Teh Iim, Mbak-“
“Already, Mom. Don't think about it. Let them be so. Just don't us. Yes, ‘kan?”
“Iya, Sir.”
Basri took a deep breath. Relieved. Finally, Pastri no longer wondered. But from the corner of the male's eye was refracted for a moment, as it meant something that was still difficult to translate. It was reinforced again from the review of his cold smile, floating between the delicious shavings of coffee water to the last gulp.
‘I hope, Ki Jarok likes these kind of humans ...’ batin Basri after his wife went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. ‘He-he, good.’
Their conversation that afternoon opened Basri's mind to immediately open a new business to cover his real work. Moreover, it had promised Lastri to look around the place of business owned by his friend, Jarok. With the savings of money that has been quite a lot of gambling results for several months, it is not too difficult for him to quickly realize the plan. Not in the village of Cijengkol where they have been living, but looking for new land that is far enough and completely new, for example.
‘Of course before that I have to make a calculation first ...’ Basri murmured back among his reverie. ‘ ... with someone. Hhmmm, especially soon I have to visit Ki Jarok's place, like what he asked. He-he.’
Then the goat's smile again scratched the dull cheeks of the man's skin secretly.
...SERIATE...