The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 4

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 4...

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"Hooaaakkk!" Basri suppress nausea that again hit the chest, due to the foul smell of the rope. Thankfully this time was no longer accompanied by great vomit like before. Maybe because the contents of the man's stomach had been drained empty of egging. So soon too, his footsteps swung like a wind round*****pick.

I don't know, along the way, strange shadows he almost always sees as following. It was strange and its aroma was similar to the smell of a thread that was being bitten. Trying to stop the scare. Even among them deliberately closed the road that will be passed.

Basri doesn't care about it. He had to turn the course. Dodging and choosing another direction, even though it was felt that his escape this time was growing further away from the destination.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Ki, open the door! It's me, Basri, come!" basri shouted staggered as he arrived at the door of an old and almost dark hut all over the place.

Not long after the door was opened. A long white-bearded old figure appeared from within. Wearing a black headband to hold her hair stalls. He stared at Basri for a while, then chuckled to himself behind the small dimness of the light behind, as well as the white puff of smoke that smelled peculiar to the poignancy.

"Hooeeek!"

"You're finally back, too, young man. Hik-hik," said a figure who is none other than a famous local shaman named Ki Jarok. "I've been waiting for you from .. uh, what happened to you?" He immediately restrained Basri's body movements that were about to fall. Then as quickly as lightning struck the bitten rope before the man was completely knocked to the ground. 'Damn it! He fell unconscious here! Aarrghh, add to my work only you, Young Man!' grumbled Ki Jarok while pulling inside.

Slowly he placed Basri's body on a bamboo cot with pandan leaf mats. Examining for a moment the dirty clothes that the man was wearing, then with a scary smile, Ki Jarok muttered, 'Good, it's good that he doesn't know what I'm going to do next to him. Hick-hik.'

Then slowly the old figure began to strip off Basri's entire outfit.

"Hik-hik."

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Two days the next evening, Basri returned home, greeted his wife Lastri, sobbing, "Where have you been this week, sir? I searched you all the way to your parents' house. But Abah and Ambu do not know where you are. Children too, they keep going on when you come home."

Basri hugged his wife while smiling meaningfully. "I'm sorry, Mom. I—"

"Great son, you apologise and smile so, "Lastri was angry and tried to take off her husband's arms. "You don't know how I bothered taking care of the kids for the past few days without any news from you. What, the hell, are you doing, sir?"

"Yes, I know I was wrong, Mom," Basri replied. "I'm going for you too, really. After the job."

"But no talking first or anything, cake, sir. This went away just without saying anything. I'm not thinking about it either, am I?" Although it was angry, but the return of her husband, a little able to make the woman more calm. Lastri only wanted to vent a moment of her frustration.

Basri hugged his wife more tightly, then said, "Yes, Mom. I'm sorry, huh? From now on, you calm down. I got a job, though. Little by little, our lives will change. I promise."

Lastri frowned. "Who?"

Reply Basri without seeing his wife, "Far away, ma'am. You won't know, I know."

"Yes, Sir. But who's your friend?" Lastri's curious soul was still tapping his heart. "Maybe someday I'll meet or know him. Especially your own business, right? Who is he and what is his job?"

After thinking for a while, Basri replied, "Jarok. His name is Jarok."

"Rubber?" Lastri tried to remember. Throughout the age of his marriage to Basri, not once had he heard the name.

"Yes. Jaroks. You don't know him, do you?" Basri twisted his body and smiled mockingly at Lastri. "Old friend who just met two weeks ago, keep chatting, finally I was invited to work with him. That's the story, Mom." The man is lying. "I can't tell you and the kids, because he was invited to his place of business. Know for yourself, right, if we don't have a phone at all."

Lastri's eyebrows are getting higher. Actually wanted to ask further about the job her husband meant, but for a while she chose to shut up first. Moreover, pay attention to the look of Basri's face looks tired.

Suddenly the man took some money out of his pocket, then gave it to Lastri. "This is for you, ma'am," Basri said before heading to the bedroom to rest. "I left a week ago."

Lastri noticed the red sheet in her hand. As if you still do not believe, because all this time have never held that much money. "Where's the money from, sir? B-a lot of it," said the woman stammered.

Basri smiled wryly.

"Here you go, ma'am, don't ask too many questions" answered her husband. "I told you, right, that's my business with Jarok. He told me to keep him at home."

"Have you in case?"

"I mean, for daily necessities at home," replied Basri. "I'll be chirping every month if it's really work."

"Seriously, Sir? Your work is not a business, is it?" Lastri. The man snorted, then replied, "Yes, no, ma'am. Already, yes, I want to rest first. Tired, here."

In order to avoid questioning his wife, Basri rushed into the room. Feeling tired after a few days outside the house, really makes him want to immediately rest for the next few hours. "Eh, where are the kids going?" asked Lastri's husband in the doorway.

"They're at their grandmother's house, sir?" answer Lastri.

"Swort?"

The woman nodded slowly, then replied softly, "Yes, sir. A few days while you're away, there's nothing to eat at home, sir. I had to force my kids to go to your parents' house."

"Yes, God!" sighed Basri sad. "Yes, already. We'll pick the kids up there tomorrow."

...SERIATE...