The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 39
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 39...
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Three male figures walked slowly while looking at the situation around the housing that was passed. They whispered intermittently to each other as they passed house by house, until then stopped right in front of a stall in Kampung Cijengkol.
“Who to find, Sir?” asked an old woman suddenly out of the shop. This figure is none other than Bariah.
One of the men looked to the side. “How, Boss? Do I need help answering?” ask the faceful figure full of holes like the former affected by smallpox. The answer is ketus, “Elu think the cave can not speak for itself? Damn you!”
“Oh, sorry then, Boss,” said the man as he closed his hands in front of his face.
“Huh!”
Another figure beside the man whispered, “Taste you! Just look for face!” Reply back to the concerned in a similar voice, “From you, no shred of work!
“Shut!” exclaiming the man with the face of holes earlier put on a spooky style. Then it immediately changed the mimic once it stared at the old lady nearby. “Ah, we are looking for the home of our friend, Bu.”
Bariah smiled back, flirtatious. ‘Laki tajir, nih, I guess. Different shape. Just a pity, he looks blurry,’ makes the old woman while looking back at the three.
“Emmhhh, whose home is it, Sir?”
The man with a face that was none other than Brutus turned to his two men for a moment, then answered Bariah's question just now, “Name ... Basri is not wrong. Uh, Basri or Abas, yes?” He asked the two figures at the side.
“True, Boss. His name was it.”
Bariah smiled, then said, “Ooohh, Mas Basri. Make Pastri, ‘kan?”
“Oh, already have a family apparently he.” Brutus. “Hmmm. This mother is familiar with Basri?”
Reply back to Bariah accompanied by a smile, “Ya, definitely familiar, dong, sir. Basri is my neighbor. The house is not far, really, from here.”
“Where?”
Bariah pointed to a road. “That's, straight follow this path. Entar in front there is a patrol post, keep turning right bit. Well, Mas Basri's house is on the left, green. Just ask the citizens there, definitely on know, kok.”
The three men nodded in unison, throwing one another at each other.
“About the Basin is at home isn't it, Mom?” asked one of Brutus' men and immediately got an elbow in the stomach from his friend. The figure of the pock-faced man himself even shook his head. Looks like I'm upset.
“Wah, if that, anyway, I don't know, sir. You see Mas Basri, ‘kan, rarely at home,” replied Bariah with a frown. “But if Mbak Lastrinya there, really. You see this morning abis shopping in my shop this.”
“Oh, so.”
“Eh, briefly. These gentlemen are Mas Basri, yes?” tanya Bariah was curious as always. The three men looked at each other. Brutus replied quickly before being preceded by one of his men, “Ehe-he, we are his old friend Basri, Bu.”
Suddenly Bariah's smile widened, then continued to ask again, “Ooohh, Mas Basri's business theme, yes?”
“Ehe-he, more or less like that, ma'am. He-he. But sorry, we're in a hurry again, so permisss—“
“Eeehhhh, coincidentally if ‘gitu, sir,” said the old woman held back the steps Brutus was about to pass from there. “My son .. the Supri, has been a long time unemployed. Yes, if these gentlemen are again speeding people, invite his aide, sir. Kasian, it's big but still idle. Rules mah children his age, have married, have children, steady work, salary ge—“
“Pak, wait! Wanna go where? I haven't done talking!” exclaim Bariah calling. “Hey, Sir!”
Brutus and his two men continued to step forward regardless of the call of the old woman, towards the place that had been pointed out.
“Who was that, Ms Bariah?” asked the gibah gang the stall suddenly came out of hiding from the beginning to see Bariah talking with Brutus and his two men. Welas, Leha, Iim, and Yani all asked while watching the three men.
Answer the shop owner with a sour face, “Don't know it, Mom. Nyari-nyari the Basri, he said.”
“Nyari-nyari Kang Basri? What do you want, huh?” tanya Iim was curious followed by other mothers with big wide eyes. Then Leha also said, “Sight is as simple as yes, Mom. Like the thugs in the TV soap opera, you know.”
“Bener,” Yani's toilet. “There's not a former air wheel. Kucel-kucel so.”
“Eh, shsttt .. lest that horde of people is not real, Mpok Leha-Mpok Yan-Teh Iim.”
“Muintae, Bu Bariah?” ask Welas.
The owner of the stall patted Welas's arm, then replied, “That's it, Mbak, kayak rob or begal ‘that's it. Anyway who have a job ngerugiin people and not really.”
“Masa, anyway, Bu?” The four women asked.
“Yes, look at their looks. Cerems. If said Mpok Yani earlier, kayak never wudu ‘that's it.”
“Ih, amit-amit pisan atuh, his?” Iim to shudder in horror. “Terus ... the same relationship Kang Basri tea what, huh? Don't-don't ..”.
The five mothers compactly move the index finger in front of the face with a wide gaping mouth. “Waahhh, snag! Don't-don't what we thought was real.”
“About what, Mpok Leha?”
The asked also replied impassioned, “Lakinya the Lastri was .. begal motor, Bu-ibu.”
“Haahhh?!”
“That was the proof. The kingpin's head is coming to our village!”
“You what?”
“Almost if it is not a matter of money that results ngebegal! The Basri brought a run of illicit money from selling the results of his thief!”
“Astaghfirullah! Not surprisingly, yes, if Basri mengempaninya children use illegal money!"
“Heueuh, Mom-mom. Sing dijauhkeun, um, if we-we take part in eating money from Kang Basri's family!” timpal Iim greeted the gazes of his three friends, simultaneously turning glances at Bariah. The old woman suddenly went awry, then asked in wonder, “What are the mothers looking at me?”
Iim, Leha, Welas, and Yani throw eyes at each other.
“During this Lastri's, ‘kan, shop here, Mom. Yes, it is certain that the fun is illegal money, yes, Mother also,” said Yani was hated by her three friends earlier.
High-pitched Bariah pretext, “Share! Me, ‘kan, trade. Sales. When do I choose a buyer? Lha, if the Lastri owes ‘mulu, I lose it. ‘Where, anyway?”
“But still, ‘kan, the money made by the Lastri was the result of illegal, Bu,” said Leha to heat the atmosphere. “Authorized money, youho.”
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