The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 37
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 37...
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“Udah try another treatment, Juragan?” tanya Mbah Jarwo tried to give advice. “For example, through the way of medication kebatinan.”
Juragan Juanda. Seemed less happy to hear the speech of the village elders. “I mean Mbah Jarwo, my wife's pain it's because—“
“Oh, no. That's not what I mean, Juragan. Sorry.”
“Terus?”
The old man paused for a moment. Looking for other words so that the figure in front of him was not offended.
“Sometimes, medical can only treat things related to physical only, Juragan. But not because of the heart and mind. That is, maybe there is no harm if you try the way as I suggested earlier. That is by treating the inner side of Juragan's wife first.”
Juragan Juanda nodded.
“Why hadn't I thought of it before, huh, Mbah? Is ...”
Mbah Jarwo hastily cut the speech of the richest man in Sirnagalih Village. “Hopefully in such a way, the pain of Juraga's wife can be resolved soon. Moreover, this has happened since the late Sukaesih died a few months ago,” he said while glancing at one of the walls of the room. He saw a shadow moving there. I don't know who. It's possible that the people inside Juanda's mansion. One of them can be ....
‘Asih ..’ Mbah Jarwo muttered looking at a woman in front there. Behind the reeds of plantation that belonged to Juragan Juanda while on the way to meet the invitation call earlier. ‘What is he doing there?’
At first the old man intended to approach, but then suspended it for a while. He slid towards another grass. Not far from there. Crouch down hide while peeking out loud. ‘Lho, it ... it .. isn't Sadam? Why was the weathered virgin there? Together Asih?’
There is nothing more to witness. The figure of the man who was suspected Sadam, a member of the Juanda Juragan trust, first left the place. Went unaccompanied by Asih, alone there.then the Head of the village Sirnagalih was up, walking down as if he had never seen the presence of the woman.
“Mbah!” exclaimed Asih was aghast as soon as the old figure pretended to be about to pass there.
“Eh, A-still ..” Mbah Jarwo stuttered, “why are you here? What are you selling?”
“S-me ... s-me ...” He stared in one direction, where the figure of Sadam had gone missing. Worried if the man was still seen there by the Head of the Village. “S-I ran out of Juragan's garden. Take a little ingredients to cook later, continue to ride shady here. Uh, meaning .. rest. I see, Mbah.”
“Ooohhh.” The old man's lips were round. Right next to Asih, there is a basket made of rattan. Contains tomatoes, chili, and leaves for lalapan.
“Mbah alone where to go?”
The old man smiled blandly. Paying attention to the strands of clothing worn Asih still looks a little tangled mess. “I'm going to your employer's house. The Uyat came to the house on the orders of Juragan Juanda. Uh, you want to go home now?”
Asih nodded slowly. Clunky.
“Ya, already. We go there together.”
“Iya, Mbah.”
Then the two walked together towards Juanda's Juragan residence, without any conversation. Even to the point of arrival at the destination.
“Eh, yes, Nurse. Sorry me.” Mbah Jarwo's daydream instantly froze. “S-me ...” Only realized now, he was still in the house of one of the citizens. A moment back he watched the room earlier, as the shadow flashed across the wall. “Regarding the dream of the Prophet, I thought it was just a sleeping flower. Might as well. Almarhumah Sukaesih wants to be sent a prayer, Juragan.”
Perlente's man is mangosteen. “Ya, right. I think so too. Maybe also I should often notadain prayer event together yes, Mbah, with residents here.”
“That's even better, Juragan. It's better that way,” replied Mbah Jawo relieved. Not because of the last thing just now, but because the shadow of the human figure behind the room had now disappeared. “By the way, where is Sadam, Juragan? Lately I have rarely seen him.”
Juragan Juanda replied after first sighing long, “Entahlah, Mbah. I haven't seen him today. Even when there is a need to come to Mbah's house, I was forced to tell the Uyat.” He drank the remaining water in the glass before continuing to say. “Maybe more busy ngawasin garden next to kulon [west] there. Yesterday I gave you that task.”
“Ooohhh, I see,” reply Mbah Jarwo accompanied by his smile. Maybe because of the business Sadam had seen there earlier, thought the old man, but why with Asih? Is it a coincidence that the two met at the same place?
The conversation ended in the afternoon. Mbah Jarwo said back home.
“Don't come to dinner here, Mbah? I think Asih today makes a special dish,”, Juragan Juanda offered. The old man nodded. “Thank you, Juragan. I don't want to worry about my wife later. Coming home full. He-he,” the pretext is joking.
“Ha-ha, can this Mbah. Punya Mak Sari certainly more accustomed, ‘kan, rather than Asih, Mbah?”
“His wife is I?”
“Gosh! I mean ... the cuisine, Mbah. Ha-ha! Duh, wrong talk me. Ha-ha!” The perlente man patted his forehead. Mbah Jarwo laughs. “Eh, by the way, how is your son Basri. I haven't seen that boy in a long time, Mbah.”
The village's laughter suddenly stopped. Changed with a grim look, but tried to cover it with a dull smile. The answer is slowly, “There are families in Cijengkol Village, Juragan. Lastly, I visited there. Alhamdulillah .. healthy-healthy all.”
“Ah, thank goodness that way,” reply Juragan Juanda later. “Padalaah if he wants, can join my cooperation here. Follow ngurus rice fields with raman.”
“That's how Abas, Juragan,” said Mbah Jarwo lirih. “The child is most males if asked for work kayak ‘gitu. He's more fun being a coolie in town, rather than hoeing in the rice fields.”
“But my cooperation does not mean being a macul porters[2], Mbah. I again need a new foreman to help the Sadam.”
The old figure again smiled blandly.
“Insyaa Allah, I will try to be with Abas, Juragan. Hopefully, he will move to Juragan.” cooperation
“Yes, hopefully so.”
Then Mbah Jarwo immediately say goodbye home. Juragan Juanda rushed back into the house as the voice of the call from Asih greeted. “Eat first, Juragan,” he said softly. “I'm ready at the table.”
The perlente man smiled. “Make my wife already prepared as well?”
“Sure, Juragan. I've been to the room.”
“Good. Thank you, Asih,” said Juragan Juanda softly, while poking the stomach of the woman.
“Aaahh, Nurse.”
His face suddenly changed color. Red blushed and embarrassed.
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