The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 34
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 34...
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“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.”
Lilis smiled alluringly. “Oh, Mas Abas this .. last time in the karaokean place itself continued, anyway,” he said then as he pulled Basri's hand, leading him into a small and simple house there. “This is my rented house. It's good to take a break and rest. Login, yuk.”
After opening the door and entering the vehicle, the two of them immediately entered. A residence that only has three rooms; kitchen, toilet, and front room as well as a bed. A sheet of floor mattress lay there as a bed. “Sorry, yes, the house is a mess like this, Mas. Understand, turning on a cheap contract here is hard. Dapet beginning is also very grateful. He-he,” said Lilis while removing the sling bag and opening the thick jacket. Hanging on the wall made of plywood with a pale paint color fades. “Sit down first, Mas.” He pointed at the stretch of thin floor mattress earlier. “Awhile, I made coffee first, yes. Want?”
“Do not bother, Ma'am. I-“
“Black coffee or who uses creamer?”
Basri scratched his head, then replied resignedly, “Copy black only deh, Mbak.”
“Well, I see, dong,” reply Lilis accompanied by her seductive smile. “Wait a minute, yes.”
The crazy woman went into the kitchen. Small and almost only one person can enter. While Basri chose to sit back and fold his legs on the bed of thin mattress earlier, while looking at the figure who was busy brewing coffee in front there. There was no door leaf or curtain cover as a barrier, so it was clear the existence of Lilis at that time. Wearing a thin tight t-shirt combined with jeans wrapped around the thick grooves of his thighs and buttocks. Instantly unconscious, the squeaky man several times sipped his own saliva accompanied by the jakun moving down and up.
“Please drink the coffee, Mas Abas,” said Lilis surprisingly. The woman was suddenly right in front of him. He crouched down as soon as he put the coffee cup in front of Basri. Not accidentally, the eyes of this man were fixed right on two large clumps belonging to the occupants of the room.
“E-eh, yes. T-thank you, Ma'am,” said Basri stammered clumsyly to find his daydreams scatter for a moment. He was reminded of Lastri and his two favorite children; Aryan and Maryam. Juned is no exception either. He must be thinking about his existence. Thinking about Basri and worrying about safety also lives the stricken man.
The initial conversation began to be spoken in the room on the sidelines of drinking coffee. Tells about life stories, experiences, until the last activity of their meeting at the entertainment venue earlier. In essence, Lilis is an independent woman who seeks a livelihood in the city for the sake of family. Widow is born one of a village in one of the areas in West Java.
“Forced me to do the work now, Mas, because there is no other choice. My education is also limited to MI. Skills don't have, and finally. Work in such an entertainment place,” said Lilis at the end of her life story. “In that place too, I know Mr. Brutus.”
“Pak Brutus?”
“Oh, his name is Brutus,” said Basri while nodding. “But ‘gimana Mbak can know if I-“
Tukas Lilis returned, “I was horrified there was a commotion outside, as Mas Abas and the two Mas friends came out of the room. I was thinking, maybe only mabok people can be, Mas.” The woman lit a mild menthol cigarette as soon as the previous cigarette ran out. “ ... But once I went out and saw the two friends there, I asked here and there. Until finally found out that the one who brought Mas Abas earlier was Pak Brutus.”
“Terus, ‘gimana also Mbak Lilis this know if I was taken to that place earlier?” Basri was still curious while intermittently looking at the large cleavage of the woman's chest.
Gluey!
One sip of saliva re-wetted the esophageal cavity.
“I just thought aja, Mas,” replied Lilis accompanied by a wry smile. “I used to deket the same Mr. Brutus. They often take a way out too. Even several times with him, nemenin, nanganin people who have special problems with Mr. Brutus. That place was often used as a final settlement place, Mas.”
Basri eyebrows raised high. Ask, “Last settlement place? Meaning--“
“He-he. Mas Abas probably knew what their world was like. Yeah, thats. Mostly made bengep, handicap, but not until more than that. Kalopun yes, of course the place is not there. I don't know where, because I've never been that far, I know all about their business. So, in the past, I slowly tried to stay away from Mr. Brutus. Kalopun still meet, yes ... most limited in the entertainment place was.”
Imbuh back the woman after sipping coffee, “O, yes ... but I was surprised, see Mas Abas at this time, kok, kayak still seger-seger ‘git, anyway?”
“Means Mba Lilis?” Basri pretended not to understand. But actually he did not want this conversation to go further. Especially the secret behind this incident. Brutus and his men ran off like they were scared. The reason, this man did not even know exactly.
“It is impossible that Mr. Brutus is still kind to Mas Abas,” replied Lilis later. He got up, asking permission to take off his jeans. Replacing with the same type, but shorter in size. Like deliberately want to show the shape and color of the foot level up to the figure of the man in front of him, while continuing to speak. “Usually people who have problems with him, guaranteed his body will not be as smooth as this Mas Abas. He-he. But really, Mas Abas is not anyone with Mr Brutus?”
Basri tried to twist the brain for a moment. Find your own reasons so that the woman no longer wonders. “No, anyway, Ma'am. It's just a misunderstanding. Me and them have absolutely no problem.”
“Serious?” tanya Lilis seemed to be unable to believe it completely. He sat in front of Basri, crossed his legs.
“I-yalah,” replied the man stuttered. This time his attention was turned to Lilis's groin which was almost only covered in shorts, as wide as two fingers.
Gluey! Gluey!
...SERIATE...