The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 41
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 41...
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“Yes, I don't know, Mom. Just know not,” replied Lastri honestly. “When I asked the intention of their arrival, uh.. instead on hurrying home again.”
“Lho, why ... can, yes? Though they were, ‘kan, business temen Mbak's husband Las.” Bariah insisted and wanted to make sure that his allegations since yesterday were true.
“I said also don't know, Mom,” replied back Lastri was a bit upset. “They were just old friends of Kang Abas. He said he hadn't seen you in a long time. ‘That's it anyway, Bu.”
“Ah, time?”
“Iya, Mom. My time is?”
“But it looks like I'm already familiar ‘gitu same Mas Basri,” said Bariah tok know. “It's like a business partner, Ma'am. He-he.”
“I don't think so, Mom. If Kang Abas works, why did they come here? Isn't Kang Abas in town and working? If there is a need, yes .. samperin only at work. ‘Kan, equally work.”
“Ooohh, yes too, anyway. He-he,” said Bariah back while scratching his head.
“Well, continue now ... the same relationship I can not shop here earlier, what, Bu?” ask Lastri finally. The owner of the gossip shop was confused to answer. His eyes glanced at the residents of the houses in front who were still clustered to pay attention. “Duh, what the hell, huh? I myself am confused, Ma'am?” he said it was wrong.
“Lho, kok .. even confused yourself, anyway? He said he was following the advice of the people here? What advice, anyway, Mom? What is my fault?” Basri's wife asked for clarity, so that Bariah himself was confused to answer.
“Duh, I am confused he replied, Ma'am. Not very good, here. Sorry, yes.”
“Say bye, Mom. Nothing, really, let everything be clear and not mining kayak ‘gini,” said Lastri urged. Ask the owner of the shop, “It's really okay, huh, Ma'am?”
“Iya, Mom. It'sit's okay. I want to know."
The old woman pushed back. Says slower almost a whisper. “Previous apologize, Ma'am, according to residents here, Mas Basri it ... begal.”
“Astaghfirullahal’adzim!”
“Truly, Ma'am, but that's according to the citizens, you know. It's not me who said,” said Bariah lying. But it was precisely from the mouth of the old woman that the slanted news began. “I, anyway, still don't believe, Ma'am. You have long known Mas Basri and Mbak Lastri. Moreover, Iyan and Iyam also often play with neighboring children here. Anyway for me, the family of Mbak Las is a good family. Sorry, Mommy.”
Suddenly the pain began to cut pastri's heart. Somehow, when his family was improving, the new test came crashing.
“ ... That's why residents here forbid I make nerima Mbak Las shopping here. The question ... according to them, the money made by Mbak Las was .. illegal money,” added back Bariah while holding a smile that had tickled his lips. “Keep bluntly, Ma'am, I've gone awry. So not feeling good with Las Ma'am. There the neighbor, here the neighbor. I really want it to be okay with everyone. But ... If you don't hear their voices, I'm afraid of bankruptcy. No husband, no children, no job, and yes ..this is my only business now. Hence forced I—“
“He-he. Sorry yes, Ma'am,” said Bariah while nodding his head once.
Lastri smiled blandly. He immediately came home with a heart full of wounds. Walking straight to the house empty-handed. The original plan was to cook as usual for children. But now, the saliva suddenly turned bitter. There was neither spirit nor hunger that had been yelling. Even when Aryan and Maryam came to greet her, she could no longer speak.
“Mother, okay, don't bring anything? Said she was shopping?” aryan asked in amazement. Sticked by his sister with an innocent attitude, “We do not eat at home today, huh? Surely ngajak eat out, ‘kan, kayak kayak kau kemaren?”
‘Yes, Allah!’
Can't stand the turmoil anymore, Lastri rushed into the room. Sobbing the sedan itself spills the pain that is being felt.
“Kang Abaaasss!” the woman screamed after slamming herself into bed. While his two children were screaming for his mother while knocking on the door of the room that was closed tightly.
“Mibuuu!” call Aryan and Maryam together. “Mother why? Mom crying?”
“Mother open the door! Iyam laper wants mam, Mom!”
“Ibuuu!!”
Meanwhile the figure in the stall was busy talking to himself after some time of the return of Lastri, ‘Hhmmm, it was fitting that my efforts did not go forward. Supri also has difficulty getting a job. It turned out that I had been eating illegal money from the Basri. How insolent. If only I knew from the beginning, I would not accept the payment of the lastri shopping. Huh! Definitely now Basri is being chased by three men yesterday! Thank goodness! Rasayn! That is because they like to steal the rights and property of others. Hi-hi!”
“Eh-eh, ‘gimana-‘gimana, Mom? What did the lastri say? Story, dong! Really, ‘kan, lakinya begal rob? And then yesterday, the pockmarked thug was the nyamar police, ‘kan?” A group of mothers who had peeked at the conversation of Bariah and Lastri simultaneously ran to the stall and were busy wondering.
“Huh, shop first, dong! Just told me,” reply Bariah does not want to lose.
“Lho, what's the deal? How, so shopping?” ask them astonished.
While haughty in style, the old woman who owns the gossip shop replied, “No information is free, Mom. Sorry, yes. Hi-hi.”
“Huuhhh!” The mothers exclaimed in disappointment, but obeyed Bariah's request earlier. Shopping is not important.
“Hi-hi!”
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The woman ran from the karaoke room to the parking lot. Before deciding to go out, he paused for a moment near the building's glass window. Take a peek for a while, noticing the three figures of a large-bodied man clashing their mouths there. ’That, ‘kan, his subordinate Boss Brutus,’ murmured hesitantly about to approach and see in person, especially to meet the other three people. They were the visitors of the entertainment venue just now. ‘What do they need with my guests? Looks like there's a problem.’
Not long after, one of the three was dragged by the big man, into a vehicle that was ready not far from there. The rest lay in pain while holding each other's stomachs.
“Mas Juned! Mas Cemong! What happened?” asked the figure of the woman before as she approached, so the three burly men had already left the place.
...SERIATE...