The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 31
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 31...
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“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.
“He-he ...” The figure referred to as ‘Bos” was poking along with a thick puff of cigar cigarette smoke adorning his mouth. “You don't need to know who the cave is, but the cave knows who you are, Basri. Got it? Uh, your name is Basri, ‘right?”
Basri frowned in wonder. “Where did you know me from? We didn't know each other before.”
The sound of the noise was heard again.
“Ya ... yes ... yes! Grumbags. Like what the cave said earlier, it doesn't matter at all. Gua thinks, the most important thing is .. The person who the cave is looking for is really you. Basri. B-A-S-B-I. Bener, huh?”
“What business is it with my brother? Feelings, I don't have the same problem there, ‘kan? Just know not.”
“He-he, really, too. Personally, we never have a problem. But unfortunately, our business is related to the cave business, Bas.”
“Usaha? Meaning?” asked Basri, more astonished. Under such conditions, psychologically he should feel fear. Dealing with unknown people like them and having a bad aura, certainly not a good thing to get. Quite the contrary. This guy just seems calm. There was no fear of worry, let alone fear of fear. Just a little wobbly on his own footrest due to the dizzy senses after getting out of the karaoke entertainment place earlier.
“Dengerin cave yes, Bas,” said the figure as he approached. His face is now more visible. Has a pockmark and dark skin like the frying butt of Lastri's at home. Maybe when the ball had never been immunized and spent childhood by playing kites in the hot middle of the day. There does not seem to be the slightest sign that a young contemporary once was handsome. “These few months, the cave effort ngalamin losses. Almost bankrupt. Know why? Since you often come to the cave business, Bas.”
Basri tried to remember. Fetch and understand the actual conversation they are talking about. “Means Brother ... gambling business?” He guessed.
The pock-faced man smoked his cigar deeply, then exhaled a thick plume of smoke directly onto Basri's face.
“Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk!”
“Thankful, deh, if you already understand. So the cave no longer needs to be wide to mgejelasin.”
“So it wants Brother now what?” ask Basri a little challenge. This man's hand was getting ready, if only suddenly got the same treatment as the incident at the parking lot earlier.
“Hhmmm,” deham the figure while glancing at the two men standing flanking Basri. ”This solution, we are simple, Bas. Look, the cave asks .. you don't come to the cave business.”
“That germ?”
“The second, the cave asks for money that you dapetin from the cave business, some of you behind the name of the cave.”
“What?”
“Why? You mind?”
Basri shook his hand as soon as the chequered figure of the man at the side suddenly tied him up strongly. “Quiet aja, Bro. Don't hold it that way. I won't run away, let alone beat up your boss. I am still trying to be polite.”
“Jaga your talk, Bangs-“
“Eh, shsttt!” The pockmarked-faced man and far from the handsome word signaled for everything to be silent. “Let's cave for him who said, Jon. Okay?”
“Good.”
Basri shook his head, then said, “About the request of the first brother, I am ready to confirm it. But make the second-“
“Designment? So?” asked the gambling boss accompanied by his usual coolness. “Ah, what a shame if ‘gitu. I think our meeting is a little bit out of the harepan, Jon.” He glanced at his two men on the left-right side of Basri. “Lagian, the cave is also astonished. Why do you win so often, Bas? You don't cheat, ‘kan? Cooperation ama cave boys, ‘ngkali? Or elu-“
Tukas Basri hastily cut off the man's words, “I think everything is clear, yes. It's a matter of money, ‘kan, Bang? And I said just now, I might not want to fulfill the desire of the second brother. So ...” Suddenly the two men beside Basri blocked the arm firmly. “This has made it clear that I am more confident ama my decision. sorry,” said the flattened man while glancing at the side.
This time no longer sounded that annoying ruckus. The pockmark suddenly raised his hand up and ....
THE TRACK!
He flicked his fingers once. In that second, the check of the two men beside Basri strengthened. Followed by another figure who had been silent at the back, approaching.
BUKS!
“Auuhhh!!!”
BUKS!
“Aaahhhh!!”
Two crushing blows to Basri's stomach and face, accompanied by the same pain while shaking his hands repeatedly. While the hit actually looks calm like nothing ever happened.
“Friends, what happened to you?”
“D-dia .. d-dia .. uuhhh, it hurts my hands!”
“Bos?”
The masked-faced man slid back with a look turned like fear. Staring at Basri deeply while gesturing in trembling. “Yes, God! That's ...”
“Gosh!”
The four men moved away from Basri. In a hurry they rushed into the vehicle, then chose to lift their legs from there immediately accompanied by the screams of wheel rotation on the ground.
‘What happened?’ asked the man who was confused. He twirled around for a while, sweeping a glance around the place. Nothing was seen except darkness. ‘Abiz once. They ran away scared like they had seen something here. Hhmmm, could it be because ...’ Basri groped all over the body. Exactly about to touch the bangsi he was wearing behind the outer clothes. ‘ ... Corpse Rope Amulet.’
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“Where is your husband, Las?” asked Mbah Jarwo at one time, during a visit to Basri's house with his wife, Emak Sari, in Cijengkol Village.
“Biasalah, Abah. Kang Basri is again working out of town,” Pastri replied. “Just yesterday morning departure.”
“Still nguli?” The old man asked again. Answered his only son-in-law accompanied by a smile, “It is, Abah. Specially? Sometimes I like being a hip-hopper or something. The important thing is work, he said anyway.”
Mbah Jarwo drinks coffee water served on the table. Sipping it full of delicious, then continue to ask for the third time. “Typically how long has he been going to cunt so, Las?”
... SERIATE...