The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 30
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 30...
...------- o0o---------...
“Why, Mas?” Suddenly one of the two women approached. Asking attentively with the bending of the heaping. “From yesterday I saw, Mas this myself continues? Can I put it here?” He glanced for a moment at one of Basri's friends at the side, having moved from the binal check on the lap of the figure.
Basri turned his head and threw him a faint smile.
“No need, Ma'am,” said Lastri's husband tried to refuse. “You just said it was Juned the same as Cemong. Make them both happy and satisfied. He-he.”
The figure called just now replied. “Matt aja, Bas. Nyantai. You ‘kan his boss here. Ha-ha,” timpal Juned, mediated by Cemong. “Bener, Bass. Consider it again ama bini himself. Really no, Ned?”
“Yoi! Ha-ha!”
A moment in the middle of his dizziness, Basri suddenly remembered Lastri again. The woman was away at home in Jengkol with their two children, Aryan and Maryam. A few days earlier he was willing to work as usual, but the reality was to pit his luck through the numbers. Togel and other gambling variations.
“Lastri ...” murmured Basri while remembering the last condition of his wife a few weeks ago. Found in a state of fainting in the bathroom, then the nights invite passionate lovemaking. Not as usual. They were only found while they were married. Totally different and it feels like I have not known the figure of Pastri who yesterday.
“You want me to give you something?”
“What?” ask Basri curiously.
“ ... The special one is of course.”
“What, anyway?”
Suddenly the taut fingers crept quickly below and perched just above the surface of the zipper Basri pants are still tightly closed. Quickly the tip of the nail of the woman pulled open to the bottom. Somewhat long he's been fighting me in that part. Try pulling off a layer of cloth that protects the special area of maleness, until then slowly lower the head with slightly gaping lips.
“Bu ...” hiss the man mixed in shock. “Mother to-“
The woman looked up. Looking at Basri's eyes that were still confused. “Quiet aja, Mas. I'm used to it, kok.”
“You ...” Basri blinked for a moment. Trying to take his consciousness among the still blurring views.
Answer the woman, “Don't be afraid. This won't count, Mom. Tips that Mas Basri gave earlier, it is more than enough.”
“Oh, You .... Mbak?” The man's memory was slightly unraveled. He realized now that the figure he was with was not Lastri. “Eh, no! Nay! Enough, Ma'am!” Quickly Basri moved the woman's face upwards. Then tidied back his pants that had been open freely.
“Why? Didn't like it?” The karaoke driver sneered in disappointment while wiping the wet glossy edges of his lips.
Answer Basri stammering, “B-not! Not because of that. But ... enough, don't go this far.”
Cemong and Juned simultaneously turned their heads in wonder at this friend.
“Why, Bas? It's that responsibility. Ha-ha.” Cemong. “Your father, ah!”
Basri pursed, then replied, “Gak, deh. If you want, you two.”
The woman beside Basri melengos. He shifted his body back towards Juned. Repeating the action as was done against the husband Lastri, without hesitation or embarrassment. A moment later between the sound of drums and buses in the dangdut music in the room, vaguely mixed with the sighs of the mouths of the two men. Basri did not care and did not want to see him at all. In addition to a grin adorned the face of the thin-bodied kerupeng.
A few hours later, the three men came out of the karaoke room. Walk in tandem with steps slightly fluttering while holding on to the wall.
Basri, Juned, and Cemong looked at each other.
“Yes, this is me,” replied Basri who was still under the influence of liquor. “What's up, Bang?”
Then the three unknown figures earlier, suddenly blocked Basri's arm. “Kalo so, come with us now!” said the man who asked.
“Where?”
“Don't ask much! Just follow!”
Juned and Cemong hurriedly held back. “Eh, what's going on? Don't mess around with my friend so, dong!”
“You two don't interfere! It's our business same him!”
BUKS! BUKS!
Two crushing blows landed hard on the faces of the two friends Basri. Falling down easily without having time to fight. Of course because they look so weak due to the influence of the drink earlier.
“Heh! Release me!” exclaim Basri thrashing. But the power is lost big with the check of the tough figures earlier. “You were taken where I am! Release!”
“Shut!” snapped the man while raising his fist towards Basri's stomach.
BUKS!
“Auuhhh!” There was a lot of pain in the parking area. Not from Basri's lips, but the owner of the boxing swing just now.
The people who happened to be there not a single one dared to approach. Just to help, maybe. Just watching the incident with a look of amazed and frightened face. Especially if it is not because of the figures of the big-bodied sangar full of tattoos.
“Uuhhh, just drag him now in front of the Boss! Aahhh!” exclaimed the man while grimacing and wagging hands that were still in pain. “Sial! It's so hard on the dog's stomach!” the curse again accompanied by question marks filled the mind.
“You're okay ‘kan, buddy?” asked his friend while pushing Basri's body which was still weakly rebellious.
“Don't ask much! Bring him in now!” the man replied like he was hiding shame from the gazes of the people around the place. “Fucking dog!”
“Good, Friend!” return the friend. “Quick, get in the car, motherfucker!”
“Release me!”
BUKS!
This time it was a leg boost that Basri got. He got into a vehicle. It is parked on the shoulder of the road. Then not for how long, speeding away from the parking area of the amusement building with Juned and Cemong. Both of them are still weak with broken lips bleeding.
...------- o0o---------...
“Elu know why you were brought here, hhmm?”
Someone asked as soon as Basri was confronted. He was taken to a deserted place. It is almost dark if the headlights of vehicles near them are not left alive. An unfinished building was tilled and left abandoned filled with wild grass around it.
“Abang who?” Balik asked Basri and immediately got a loud elbow from the two male figures beside him. Stand flanking with hands clenched tightly. It was as if he understood what order they would receive in a moment. “Jawab only question Our Boss! Don't ask me if I'm not asked!” said one of them with a loud yelling.
...SERIATE...