The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 36
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 36...
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“There was also your friend who came yesterday. Ask you, Sir.”
“Temen?” Basri. “Which cement? What's name?” It'sit's nothing. All this time who came to the house most only limited to neighbors. Juned and Cemong themselves did not know where he lived until now.
“Maybe your business, sir,” replied Lastri hesitated.
“What business management? Ah, how weird are you, Miss.”
Said the woman back, “Yes, I don't know myself, sir. Just think about it. But it could be ‘kan business theme that you have told before that you know, Mr.”
“Himself ‘gimana, Bu?” Basri began to get curious.
While remembering, Lastri replied, “The body is big-gede. And the other face was .. there are many holes kayak abis got smallpox ‘gitu you know, Pak.”
“Bopeng?”
“Iya, the. Pockmarks ‘that's it, Mr.”
Basri's heart suddenly skipped a beat. These characteristics are reminiscent of Brutus, the boss of gambling in the city. “How many people?”
“Three people, Sir. The two bodies are big-gede. One .. yes, that was. Pockmark-pocket.”
‘Gosh!’ batin Basri's. ‘True, it's them. Brutus and his men.’ The brain of this man starts to work hard. Trying to wonder. ‘What did they do to my house? And ... know where my address is from here? It's not like I've never once told people in the city there would be ..’ The eyes of this squeaky figure suddenly widened large. It was like kissing someone who knew where he was. Who else? “ ... The lyric? Did he tell Brutus? Yeah, he's the only one who knows my address here. Two days ago when me and him .. ah, damn it! Goddammit! It turns out that cheap woman was Brutus' accomplice!’
I don't know who actually told Basri's residence to the gambling boss. For him, of course, this is not a good thing. It could threaten the safety of his wife and two children. But what is also questioned is the reason for the masked man to have to search for him to Kampung Cijengkol. What was? Wh why? Didn't they even run away in fear when they wanted to beat Basri?
“There are also pesen from Abah for you, Sir,” said Lastri when Basri was thinking hard. “You were told Abah to come to Sirnagalih as soon as possible.”
“Hah? Want what?” There was a scent of displeasure from Basri's voice when he asked so. Reply Lastri, “Where do I know, sir. Abah asked so. I guess, seriously. About what, yes, sir?”
I don't know. Suddenly, Basri's return this time was very confusing. The various questions in his mind had not been answered. Including the last thing just now. What was the matter with Basri's father, Mbah Jarwo.
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Black ....
All around looked the same color. The thick blinded so that none could be seen, except the coldness along the trail of steps. Keep moving along the whisper of the heart, even though it does not know where it will dock. The figure looked increasingly confused among his caution. Feeling lost, but convinced that there is only one option to break the deadlock, namely swinging the legs forward continuously.
Vaguely the sound of sobs can be heard softly guiding the mind. There, I don't know where exactly. It's still far away, but it feels closer. Then slowly the figure was fumbling through self-confidence, the source of that step will end.
“Dad ...”
That figure is stuck. Turn your body in all directions. I want to know where the source of the call came from.
“Dad ...”
“Neng, is that you?” tanyanya raau's.
“I'm here, Dad.”
“Where?”
“Here. Near Father.”
That figure fumbled. Hollowly. None were touched by the end of the fingers. Except black and black.
“Please me, Father. Please. Please.”
“Neng? Where are you, son? I'm here looking for you. Come here, Honey.”
“I'm near Dad. Please.”
“Neng ..”.
No more calls or answers. Unless the sobbing sounds are back like that. So heartbreakingly sad. As if really hoping that the help requested soon arrived to say hello.
“Neng? Nengs! I can't see you! Where are you?”
Now the crying is heard away. Shrinking until barely able to be caught eardrum anymore.
“Neng! Neeenngggg!”
Sweat suddenly floods the entire body. The heat, in the middle of a gust of wind pierced the bone.
“Neenggg! Waituu!”
The figure began to run while calling hysterically. But the pursued increasingly disappeared, visible traces, as it was not once seen.
“Astaghfirullah .. yes, Allah!” exclaimed the perlente man so open his eyes and realize the real reality. “The formula is just a dream,” muttered the figure back. It was none other than Juanda. He rubbed his eyelids for a moment, then turned his head to the side, at his wife Sumiarsih. The woman looked engrossed in sleep, calmly closed her eyes as usual. Not just that night, but long after the death of Sukaesih a few months ago.
Until Fajr greeted later, the man found it difficult to go back to sleep. Perih who was present when forced closed. Then slowly down the large bed with teak wood with beautiful carvings, to be ablution and fulfill the obligation.
“That dream was not the first to mine, Mbah,” Juragan Juanda said the next morning to Mbah Jarwo. He deliberately invited the Head of Sirnagalih Village to come home. “Sukaih often ask me please. But .. somehow I have to behave. Over time, it came to my mind that .. something happened to our son. About his death or the demolition of his grave? I myself am confused, Mbah.”
“Hhmmm,” deham Mbah Jarwo while thinking. Exploring, guessing, and trying to unite the rubble of questions that have not been solved. “Maybe ...” The speech of the village elders was suddenly interrupted as soon as the figure of Asih came to bring drinks. The young widowed woman kept her head down all the way and even moved the glass from the tray to the table.
“Please drink, Mbah,” said Juragan Juanda after his death later.
“O, yes. Thank you, Juragan,” said Mbah Jarwo after several times mendeham. The old man's mind was still fixed on the Asih figure earlier. “How is the situation of the boss's wife now? Healthy more, ‘kan?” the question then simply broke the silence.
Juragan Juanda sighed.
“My wife is ... continue to be sickly, Mbah,” replied the perlente man shrieked. “Drug ... healthy, keep getting sick again. So and so always. Already several times back and forth hospitalized, the results are as it is today. Healthy ... keep getting sick again. Yes ... maybe a factor of mind. Still can not accept losing Sukaesih first.”
“Udah try another treatment, Juragan?” tanya Mbah Jarwo tried to give advice. “For example, through the way of medication kebatinan.”
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