The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 26
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 26...
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“You're a dream ‘ngtimes, Mom. Never mind, if you are still sleepy, just sleep first, gih. I'd like to call my work first, yes.” Basri came out of the room wearing only a singlet shirt and shorts. A moment later there was the echo of his voice conversing through a mobile phone plane on the veranda of the house.
‘Dreams? Was it really just a dream?’ lastri asked still could not believe it. Soon he headed for the back room, checking the bathroom that did look bright. There are no candles there. Lizard on the wall, maybe? There's some tails firmly stuck to the wall up there. Even when opening the drawer of the table where the candle stock is stored in the kitchen, the long white object was still intact had never been used.
Aryan and Maryam were already fully immersed in their respective rooms as soon as Lastri entered their bedroom.
‘Thank God if it was just a dream,’ thought Lastri so back to his room. ‘But ... it feels like real only.’
Come to think of it, lately he was often struck by extreme drowsiness before the time Magrib arrived. Lazy for ablution and water droplets are like the puncture of thousands of needles that stick holes in skin pores. Even if you previously liked to teach the Quran while waiting for Isya to arrive, it has been a few weeks that it is almost no longer done. If Basri hadn't woken up earlier, he might have fallen asleep by morning. Leaving two hours of worship in vain. Sin, of course. But regret is only a word, reluctant to replace it at a later time.
Faintly from the front of the house still heard the voice of Basri chatter. Still half a feeling of laziness, Lastri forced himself to go backwards. Intended to take water and immediately perform the prayer of Isya before the drowsiness hit again.
“Yes, God! Why is the bathroom getting dark? Wasn't the light still on?” The woman gasped as soon as she saw the small room near the kitchen in a blackened state. “Paakkk!” call Lastri to ask her husband for help. Silent. Not long ago, the voice of the man was still heard. “Mr! Please stay here for a moment, dong!”
There is no lawfulness.
“Where, anyway, he?” tanya Lastri rushed to the front of the house. There's nobody there. Even the main door was locked from the inside. Bizarrely. Same with the children's room. Empty churning.
“Dian! Yayam! Where are you guys?”
Silent.
In the midst of confusion, suddenly all the lights in the house went out. The blackened thick was immediately mempyuti throughout nature of vision. Suddenly the fear clutched tightly in the heart of the woman. The feathers also bristled, rising up scary.
The wuusss!
“Pak?”
Lastri's earlobe was like someone was blowing from behind. The smell is also very foul piercing the sense of smell. He was trying to get in the dark. Hope the tip of the fingers touches the wall and can lead to the table drawer in the kitchen to pick up a candle.
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Basri and his two sons, Aryan and Maryam, simultaneously sped up the pace after the musala. They run around a little once they see the condition of the house in complete darkness.
Not only the headlights, in fact, once arrived at the veranda, the same thing happened in it. “The father himself does not know, Yan,” replied the man while peeking at the gap of the window curtain cloth. Thick bully. “Maybe his KWH snapped or Mother overslept,” he added back was-was. Immediately check the electricity meter located right next to the top of the main access door in and out of the house. Normal. Still in proper condition.
“Assalaamu’alaikum!” said Aryan and Maryam simultaneously while knocking on the door. “Bu, we're home!”
Basri hastily reached into the key he had been carrying since he came out last evening, opened the slot, and turned the door panel instantly. “You wait here for a while,” said the man to his two children. “Father wants to check the conditions inside the house, yes?”
“Iya, Sir,” replied they were obedient.
With the help of light from the flash of his cell phone, Basri slowly settles into the house. First of all what he was looking for was a light switch button on the wall. Seen still in a dead position. ‘Pantesan, not yet known apparently,’ murmured the cheeked man. Soon after, the condition of the house changed brightly. ‘ ... But where's Lastri going, huh? Sleeping or going out of the house? No ‘tisasari’.’
After receiving a signal from his father, Aryan and Maryam also entered the house. Look around the room, looking around for their mother.
“Buuu!” call the eldest son of the couple Basri and Lastri. “We're home, Mom. Mom where?” the boy asked. No answers or answers. His father checked the bedroom. Also empty. “Your mother is not in the room, Children,” the man said with an anxious look.
“Where, yes, Sir?” aryan was confused. While his sister began to look frightened while holding the brother's arm. “Mother, really, no, yes, A Iyan?” ask the little girl in a sad tone. Reply Aryan instantly, “Quiet, Dik. Maybe I'll go to Bu Bariah.”
“Malem-malem like this?”
“Yaaa .. who knows,” replies back to the boy even though he himself cannot confirm it.
After closing the front door and locking it, Basri asked the children to stay in the room for a while. “Bapak want to go to the back room first. Who knows Mother again holy in the bathroom,” he said while sitting his two children on a chair.
“Iya, Sir,” reply Aryan and Maryam in unison.
Encompassed by various questions and a taste of rustiness, Basri rushed to the kitchen and bathroom room. Just turn on the lights there that are still not turned on.
“Astagh ... uh, Mom!” the man exclaimed as soon as he entered and turned on the bathroom light. “A-what happened to you, Mom?!” He immediately panicked to see the figure of his wife was in there. Laying on the wet floor in unconscious condition. “Duh, Gusti Nu Agung! What's the matter?”
Basri immediately lifted Lastri's body, taking him out of there to the bedroom. Aryan and Maryam immediately screamed hysterically as soon as they saw her mother being carried away by their tired father.
“Mibuuu!”
“Do not approach, Children! Give me a walk for a moment. You guys just wait here, okay? I want to change your wet mother's clothes,” exclaimed Basri gasping for breath.
“But, sir ...” whining little Maryam almost burst into tears.
...SERIATE...