The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 24
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 24...
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Towards the time of Magrib, as usual Lastri reminded the children - Iyan and Iyam- - to immediately go to the musala, congregational prayers and continued to learn to teach the Quran. “Home later together with the Father, yes, Children,” said the woman in the midst of her busy work preparing prayer equipment and iqra books for the two brothers. “Pak, you heard me, ‘kan?” lastri asked Basri, who was still sitting around in the living room.
“What, Mom?” The man asked back. Stopping his activities playing a new phone, then looked at Lastri who was not far from there.
“Home with the kids, Sir,” replied the woman, “His prayer Isya.”
Basri was stunned for a moment, then stuttered back, “I-iya, Mom. Sure oes. Uh, yes .. yes. I wait for the kids to finish teaching later. So, ‘kan?”
“Hhmmm,” Deham Lastri while approaching her husband. “What else did you do, anyway? Since it has HP, really, it looks busy continue.” Basri quickly closed his phone screen, pocketed into his pocket, then replied, “I-this chatan equally temen, Mom. Man's man. Biasalah, talk about work problems. Wonder the situation at work, ‘gimana, so, Bu.”
“Oohhh.” The woman's lips were round.
‘Hhmmm, my wife is coming here more and more and more to pay attention to me. Ask this-that's it,’ batin Basri. ‘Maybe I should be more vigilant in my attitude. More about my activities at home. Don't let him know and open up my HP. Danger. Later job judiku-'
“Pak!”
Basri. “Eh, yes, Mom. Moreover?”
“Kids wait for you,” replied Lastri while pointing at Iyan and Iyam who were standing in the front door of the house. “Before azan Magrib.”
The cheque guy looked. “O, yes ... briefly, I take the sarong first, yes, Children.” He rushed to the room and not how long had he been getting ready with the glove cloth wrapped around his neck. “I leave first, yes, Mom,” he said goodbye. Then together leave the house to the musala.
Lastri noticed the three in front of the house with narrowed eyes. ‘Kang Basri attitude I observed lately more and more different from Kang Basri who I have known since long ago. Especially if there is a problem of prayer. Continue ... about eating too. Sometimes I myself like to wonder, why ...”
“I can not eat fatty foods, Mom,” said Basri one time when he refused a special dish that was deliberately served by his wife. “I checked medical at work a few months ago. The medics said the cholesterol levels in my blood were quite high. So I do not dare to eat food like this,” he added while glancing at fried chicken on the dining table. ”Let you be the same as the kids who eat well, deh. I just eat rice with salt.”
“Yes, this, ‘kan, according to the results of the medical examination, Mom. Not in my opinion,” kilah Basri looking for excuses. “Lagian has not been able to notice the symptoms as well, let alone really-gener sampe .. dih, really amit-amit, deh. May I be shunned, so that I stay healthy and can always find money for the family. Yeah-no, Mom? He-he.”
It is undeniable. Since they married first, to just be able to eat a day is something to be grateful for. Enjoy a good meal for the family, never more than a handful of fingers in one hand. If not at the time of the celebration of Eid, at most get delivery from the event of celebration and tahlilan and thanksgiving of neighbors around the residence.
‘ ... Maybe because of that. Kang Basri is used to living so,’ thought Lastri. ‘He always tries to fulfill his obligations, until he forgets his own health. Hhmmm, but is it just because of that? Keep about ...’
The woman's daydream stopped as the echo of the sound of azan began to rise in the sky of Cijengkol Village. Quickly he closed the door and the window drapery. ‘Pamali .. time sanekala’ batin Lastri. Then hurriedly took the water wudu into the back room.
Tracks!
The lights inside the house started to turn on. No exception to the outside. Until then when the switch button in the bathroom is pressed, the expected condition does not materialize. The room is still in the dark. ‘What's the light breaking, huh? This morning was still on fire, kok,’ muttered Lastri with a heart began to be hit by misgivings. Several times tried pressing the socket up and down, still no effect. ‘Yes, Allah ..where Kang Basri and the children are already on their way again. If you know this, I asked for help first husband, deh, earlier.’
Rather hesitantly, Lastri ventured into the pitch-black bathroom. Groping for a while to get used to the vision, he approached the place of the water tap.
“Astaghfirullah!” Suddenly, Pastri exclaimed in shock. He took a few steps back out of the bathroom with his eyes wide. “S-who is it?” ask her while looking around the narrow room.
‘Yes, God! What was that sound?’ The woman put her ears sharp. Trying to focus on clarifying hearing over the sounds he had heard earlier. At a glance like the crack of someone's mouth resounded inside there. So close and real. ‘Is it just ... lizard sound? But ...’
There was no sound except his own breath. Hunting accompanied by heart beat timid.
“Ah, maybe just my feelings. Surely it's a lizard's voice,” hiss Lastri trying to calm down. “Again, I've lived in this house for a long time, never once a strange thing happened.”
But even so, the misgivings are still haunting. He hesitated to go back into the bathroom. Then he decided to take a candle in the kitchen, light it, and bring it to light the little dark room.
“Allahumma inni a’uudzubika minal hubusi walhabais,” said Lastri reciting a special prayer entering the restroom. ‘Eh, but hopefully that voice was really a lizard sound. Duh, kok .. so goosebumps like this, anyway! Astarghfirullah.’ He rubbed his nape as soon as it started coming in. A moment look first inward with the help of a candle flame in hand. Look over the ceiling and walls of the room. Clean. There's not even a lizard in there. With the exception of black color outside through the small window glass bathroom.
Not wanting to think anything, the woman hurriedly took the water through the tap water before running out of Magrib time. After that, it comes out again leaving a candle that is still burning in the room. Hurry to the bedroom and pray immediately.
...SERIATE...