The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 33
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 33...
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Mbah Jarwo smiled haru. Said later, “At home too, ‘kan, can. Ask for the same meeting Father and Mother. Same time, ‘kan?”
Called Maryam without realizing it, “Bapak mah do not want to pray, Cake. In mushola aja often do not follow prayer congregation.”
“Adek!” exclaimed Aryan was shocked to hear the innocent speech of his sister just now. “Can't say ‘gitu about Mr. You forgot, huh?”
“Ups!” The girl shut her mouth. “Sorry, Brother. Iyam. Hi-hi.”
Mbah Jarwo gaped at the words of his two grandchildren. He stared intently at Aryan's eyes, then turned to Maryam. Then he asked, “Is there anything you're hiding about Basri, your father-son Grandpa? Hhmm?!”
Aryan and Maryam suddenly fell silent. The eyes of the two children glared back strangely looking at Mbah Jarwo, so that the old man was receded backwards.
“Iyan ... Iyam ...”
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Towards dusk at a suburban food stall, Basri and his two friends, Juned and Cemong, sit back and relax after enjoying dinner. The three men were engrossed in playing a puff of cigarette smoke from the mouth while chatting lightly.
“So you're sure you'll move operations out of this city, Bas? Start when?” juned asked between the sheaths of nicotine fumes being blown from both nostrils. Who was asked for a moment to pay attention to the room around the place to eat, especially on some figures of other visitors in there. Answer Basri then in a soft voice, ”Maybe as soon as possible, Ned.” He took back a new cigarette so that the previous one had almost shortened the heat wedged in the fingers. “The existence of caves in this city already know a lot. The cave could not have been in the same place for a long time. It could be forever.”
Suddenly Cemong interrupted also asking in the middle of the chat. “Gua also sometimes wonder ama you, Bas,” he said with a deep gaze, “elu often really win gambling maen. What secret, anyway? Are you there maen same dalem or ..” His voice stopped for a moment as soon as he got Juned's foot under the table. “Why, anyway? Caves are just prayers, kok.”
“Ssttt.” Juned gave Cemong a certain code to stop asking so while looking to the left. “Do not talk macem-macem here, Mong,” he said almost whispered, “Danger!”
Basri himself even smiled as the goat got such a question. Understand, get to know and hang out with Cemong just a few months ago. That was because it was familiar first with Juned before, as a fellow worker of odd jobs.
“Although why?” cemong asked again, plain.
Juned shifted the chair, getting closer to where the other friend was. Then he said in a quieter voice than before. “Originally you know, the Semalem people who beat us up and took the Basri forcibly away were ..” For a moment he turned towards the main figure of the flat-bodied man. “ ... One of the most famous gambling bosses in the city. Dealing with him, it's the same as shortening our lives, Mong. Understand you?”
“Iya, tofu cave. But the cave asked that, ‘kan, Basri secret can win-“
Tukas Juned soon, “Lu thinks it's important to us, huh? Don't be a fool to be a person, Mong.” He turned back to Basri. “The question you asked earlier, let it be his own business. We're not going to follow kepo. Enough so. Importantly, for a while we must first stay away from the business area of the gambling boss. If not, then we can!”
“Kok, can that be? What's the order of the cave?” Cemong did not understand also the meaning of the talk of his friend.
Cemong nodded in understanding. Basri himself still chooses not to talk much. She enjoys her own cigarettes with all her heart.
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After the death of the pock-faced man and his men last night, Basri lulled himself down a dark and lonely road. Looking for someone who can be asked for help or grateful to meet with public transportation.
“Sial!” rutuk man with a cheque body once found his phone was almost dying. Can not be used because the existing power is only left about five percent again, accompanied by a small ‘cough-cough’ sound as a reminder. Basri had intended to order public transport online. What can be done, with such conditions forced he had to walk to return to the city. Towards the rented room Juned place all this time strove, enter the body.
Some time passed, vaguely from a distance heard the roar of motor vehicles. Followed by a small flick of light moving closer.
‘Ah, thank goodness. Finally there is also a passing motor,’ makes Basri full of hope. ‘Hopefully I can ask for help to take me to the city.’
The man waved his hands as soon as the motor vehicle began to approach. However ....
“Thank God, I finally found this Mas,” said the figure of the motorcyclist after stopping right next to Basri.
“Mbak?”
A woman who Basri had known earlier at a karaoke entertainment venue some time ago, smiled bitterly at the man deeply. “Come, go up, Mas,” take her later. “Mau Mas who brought or I boncengin?”
Basri. Still do not believe that the figure who became the goddess of his help that night is ....
“This Mbak earlier-“
“Yes, it's my own. We were together at the karaokean place earlier. Take it easy, I am not jurig kajajaden[1]. He-he,” said the woman was accompanied by his health. “Come, up.”
Basri scratched his head for a while.
“How can Mbak know I'm here?”
The madly growing figure smiled calmly. “Let me tell you, deh,” the answer is like a hurry. “Now, go up. I'm taking Mas home. Come!”
The man according. Sitting in a piggyback behind, docked without distance to the woman's body. The fragrant smell instantly penetrated into Basri's respiratory cavity from the perfume fragrance of the figure in front of him. So tempting along the way. Plus a cold gust of night wind that splits violently down the thick streets.
“O, yes. I know, my name is Lilis,” said the woman introduced herself as soon as she arrived at a place. It wasn't Juned's rented room as Basri had expected. “So we haven't reached out to acquaintances yet. Afterwards, this Mas ...”
“Abase. Call it that way.”
...SERIATE...