The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 28
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 28...
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Mbah Jarwo ignites a udud kawung before sipping his favorite black coffee. Slint cigarettes made from dried palm leaves, containing a mixture of taning tobacco and cloves, with a stifling taste and aroma. A moment later, a puff of white smoke opium also flowed from the mouth and nose of the old figure full of pleasure. After a few times he cleared his throat, suddenly he was still pensive. Staring blankly at the expanse of the afternoon sky of Sirnagalih village which is blue clean, but full of shadows of various problems in the eye.
Some time before that, the important figure of the Head of Sirnagalih Village visited the residence of the richest man there, Juanda. Before entering, his steps stopped once a figure appeared that he already knew. “Your employer is at home, ‘kan, Dam?” tanya Mbah Jarwo while pointing right at the main door of the large house owned by the person in question.
Sadam, a confidant of Juragan Juanda, seemed to think first before answering. Until a few seconds passed, he then asked back, “Eeuumm, what needs to come here, Mbah?” The old figure choked, then replied fiercely, “Likes I am. Besides, I just need to be the same Juragan Juanda. Not you, Dam.”
Sadam turned for a moment towards his master's house, then looked back at Mbah Jarwo accompanied by a cold smile. “Juragan again rest, Mbah. Just a few minutes ago, he received a guest from the village and his device. Is it not better Mbah postpone the goods a day until tomorrow, just come back here.”
“Hhmmm,” deham Mbah Jarwo while stroking chin. “Kalo Juragan Juanda do not mind to welcome my arrival now, what do you want?” the challenge has a little hard effect. From the observation of the old soul of the important figure of the village, there seems to be something strange about the look of the young face. I don't know, maybe because he felt disinclined with the two figures, Mbah Jarwo and Juragan Juanda, it could be that he just wanted to keep the comfort of his employer's rest moment.
“Sorry, Mbah, I didn't think that way. It's just ...” Once again, the young figure of Sadam glanced momentarily in the same direction as before, then continued his speech with a distorted view bias. “ ... The condition of female Juragan lately is not good, so the male Juragan himself spends more time to take care of her. I mean so, Mbah.”
“I know it,” timbal Mbah Jarwo with flat response. “The health condition of your female employer is indeed often sickly since the news of the demolition of Sukaesih's grave began to spread.” The old figure brought the mouth closer to Sadam's ear, then continued to say, “ ... I just wanted to have a little chat with Juragan, about that one, as well. Hum?”
“About me?” Mimik was shocked immediately out of the face of the young man who was not married. “A-what does this Mbah mean?”
Mbah Jarwo chuckled for a while, accompanied by his nod while paying attention to Sadam's attitude.
After speaking at length, the old figure was reckless to meet Juragan Juanda regardless of the advice from Sadam earlier. Somewhat long waiting to be called a housekeeper, finally the birth father of the late Sukaesih also appeared from inside. “Oh, Mbah Jarwo,” said perlente men who still look dashing and attractive came to say hello. “Only? Comein, Mbah. Please sit.”
“Hatur nohun , Juragan,” reply Mbah Jarwo, then go in and sit on a teak wooden chair and look luxurious. “Excuse me, Nurse, if my arrival is disturbing.”
Juragan Juanda smiled kindly. “Oh, no. I happen to be going nowhere today. Yes, this is how, just stay home and a little organize the people who take care of the kebon and rice fields.”
Juragan Juanda did not answer. For a moment he looked back, towards a room covered in thick, luxurious, and colorful curtain rags. “Alhamdulillah, Mbah, slightly improved than before. But ... If there is my wife, please do not discuss the problem of that one, yes?” The old figure nodded in understanding. Of course, what is meant is the case of demolition of the cemetery Sukaesih. “I understand, Juragan,” timbal Mbah Jarwo back.
The conversation halted for a while as soon as someone brought two drinks in front of them. Maid. Not too old, but the remnants of her beauty still clearly adorn the face of the figure. Then it continued after he returned to the back.
“The name is Asih,” said Juragan Juanda explained to Mbah Jarwo, because the Head of Sirnagalih Village was seen to continue to pay attention to the figure until it disappeared behind there. “Widows without children from my wife's hometown first. Still tied relatives away from his neighbor.”
“Ooohh ..” The old man nodded, but briefly changed his expression. “Eh, but it's not about that I intend to come here, Juragan.”
Juragan Juanda smiled at the dikulum. He said later, “Iya, I know that, Mbah. He-he.”
The conversation began. About a problem they discussed some time ago. Especially if it is not about the tomb of Sukaesih. The answer from Juragan Juanda never changed, he still did not want to investigate further. Prefer to resign and let the case without any action.
“Juragan sure do not want to reveal who the perpetrator of the grave demolition of the late Juragan's daughter?” mbah Jarwo's question sounded like it was urgent. The perlente man shook his head. He replied slowly, “I am more worried about my wife's health, Mbah. Kalopun want, I have done it myself for a long time by asking for the help of law enforcement officials. But ...” He looked back, the door of the room that looked luxurious earlier. Then he continued in a lower voice. “Freely only. The evidence, too, is far from enough. That's what makes one of them difficult.”
“Even can not start it from the lantern light fraction, Juragan?”
Juragan Juanda shook his head weakly. Seemed very from the sight of his eyes that look hollow, not passionate to talk about it, and resigned.
Mbah Jarwo snorts. Either upset or as an expression of disappointment saw the attitude of Juragan Juanda earlier. “Honey once ...” said the old man back. “If the evidence is not lost, maybe we can-“
“What do you mean, Mbah? Gone off? The lantern?” Suddenly Juragan Juanda flocked Mbah Jarwo with three questions at once.
“Lho, Juragan don't know yet?”
“S-I don't know if the lantern is gone. Over where? When did that happen?” The perlente male figure looked surprised. “Why did Sadam never tell me? Uh, where is he now? I have to talk to him right now!”
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