The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 32
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 32...
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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?”
“At least three or four days, Abah. But ...” Lastri's speech stopped for a moment as her two children emerged from outside, asking for money for snacks. “Don't go far playing yes, Kak-Dek,” said the woman after giving two pieces of money five thousand to them. Mbah Jarwo and Emak Sari watched carefully.
“Iya, Mom!” answer the two children cheerfully. Then back out with the money in each hand.
“But what, Son? You haven't heard the talk just now,” said Emak Sari curiously. “Si Abas has got a new job?”
Lastri smiled, then continued his cut sentence earlier. “Yes, there you go, Ambu. It has been a few months, Kang Basri is busy with his new job.”
“Where?” The old woman asked.
Answer Lastri, “Still in town. He said, anyway, there is an old friend Kang Basri who took cooperation, ‘gitu. So the foreman of the chicken farm if Elas is not wrong, Ambu.”
“It looks like your husband's new job is better huh, Las? Wages are bigger, maybe?” Mbah Jarwo.
Not without reason he said that. Since the beginning of arriving at the rented house of his daughters-in-law, Mbah Jarwo and Emak Sari went around looking around the room. There are a lot of changes going on there. Refrigerators, televisions, rice cookers, to the latest gas stoves look magnificent to decorate. Much different from the previous situation, far several months ago when they came to visit. Plus the gift of pocket money to Aryan and Maryam earlier. So easy without the usual depressing drama.
“Alhamdulillah, Abah. Little by little, our household finances improved,” replied Lastri. “No kayaking first. He-he.”
“Alhamdulillah, Son. Mercifully. Ambu and Abah joined his horror,” timpal Emak Sari while taking a deep breath. But in the old woman's heart, another question arises; why did Basri never tell it when he last visited Sirnagalih Village. ‘ ... Could it be that the boy did not want to tell a story because he still harbored anger against his father? It may also be looking for the right time to show the results of its independence it’.
Another with the one inside Mbah Jarwo's head. The old man was seen several times paying attention to a direction. Precisely on the doorstep of Basri's room and the two favorite grandchildren. “You all here are fine, ‘kan?” the question is then accompanied by narrowed eyelids.
“Alhamdulillah, Abah. We feel at home, really, stay here,” replied Lastri again accompanied by a smile every year. “Especially the condition is not as difficult as it used to be. He-he.”
“Hhmmm,” deham Mbah Jarwo did not look away at the two doors of the room earlier. The same thing was done by the old man without the knowledge of Lastri and Emak Sari when looking earlier, which was when he wanted to enter the bathroom. He rubbed his shoulders several times, feeling the feathers on his nape suddenly bristling. ‘Eh, what is this?’ ask the Head of Sirnagalih Village in your heart. Then look around quickly. It doesn't look anything. Silent. Only faintly the voices of his son-in-law and wife were engrossed in conversation in another room.
‘Actually not such an answer that I want to hear, Lastri,’ membatin Mbah Jarwo time asking the last condition of the family of the little children-in-law earlier. His little heart the old man said that there was something strange in the rented house. I don't know, he himself hasn't been able to confirm it any further. It was just that his aura was so different from the time of their visits before that day.
“You sure that's all Iyam has ever experienced?” mbah Jarwo asked secretly to question his grandson, Aryan. The child reproduces and returns, “Iya, Kek. Dek Iyam often wake up malem-malem and suddenly cry ‘gitu in his room. Especially if you are no longer at home.”
“O, yes? Since when?” The old man's soul was becoming curious. He was sure, the age of Aryan at this time is very doubtful if the child is lying.
Basri's eldest son thought for a while, then replied innocently, “Iyan did not want, Kek. Forgot.”
“Masa, anyway? Grandson Grandpa, ‘kan, pinter. Usually Iyan ingetan is strong,” said Mbah Jarwo a little urgent. “Try snot-inget again, Cu. Grandpa just wants to know, really. Don't mean anything.”
Aryan thought hard. Until then his smile expands with a loud answer. “O, yes, Cake. If not Iyan wrong, since the old Father did not return home first!”
“Oh, yes?”
Benak the old man tried to remember when he heard the news Basri left without saying goodbye from home. Lastri himself told the story at the time of dropping off and leaving his two children with Mbah Jarwo and Emak Sari less than a year. ‘Ah, is this just my feeling and my estimation? Abaghfirullahal’adzim! Yes, Allah .. lest I think strangely of my own son! Rest assured that none of this has anything to do with Abas.’ His heart spoke the same thing over and over again. Until he was unconscious, Aryan had called several times. Even there was present Maryam accompanied her brother.
“Kakek why, anyway? Asked, really, even dumb?” ask the boy to start sulking.
Hurry Mbah Jarwo replied so awake, “Eh, yes-yes, Cu. Grandpa just .. inget with your father. I haven't seen you in a long time, so miss. He-he. Uh, that was Grandpa, huh? Ask what?”
Aryan repeated his question. “Grandpa nginep, ‘kan?”
“Eeemmm ...” The old man thought.
“Soalya Iyan kangen with Grandpa. Want to learn more with Grandpa kayak when Iyan and Iyam stay with Mom and Grandma first,” added Aryan back spoiled. Maryam chimed in, “Truly, Cake.”
“Lho, you guys at home, ‘kan, tajararin najai also same Mom and Dad?” ask Mbah Jarwo.
“Iyan and Iyam mah ngajinya in mushala, Kek. Not at home,” replied the boy. Added back by his sister, “Iya, Kek. Not fun, not like salary with Grandpa. Before njai and after njai, continue praying together, deh.”
Mbah Jarwo smiled haru. Said later, “At home too, ‘kan, can. Ask for the same meeting Father and Mother. Same time, ‘kan?”
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