The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 44
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 44...
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“Asperan Mr. aja, deh,” said Lastri resigned. However, all decisions are always fitting in and trust fully in the man. “I want to cook first, make our dinner preparations.” The woman hurried to leave her husband for the kitchen, accompanied by Aryan and Maryam, who were busy.
Basri stared at his wife's figure until it vanished behind the new kitchen door, then put the phone that was ready to be turned on to the floor, snorted several times, and finally sat there staring. ‘One time Glory Lastri. He had to bear the burden of what I had done all this time,’ made this man. His eyes looked up at the ceiling. Given the difficult times first for more years, but Lastri is rarely heard complaining. She was always patient and accepted whatever the husband gave her. Now, when the wheels of the family economy have improved, the woman actually looks the opposite. Especially a few weeks ago ....
“Bu, you sick?” asked Basri the next day after finding Lastri lying unconscious in the bathroom. “No, Sir. I feel fine. Thank God,” he replied with a smile as usual. “My head just feels a little dizzy. Kayak abis kebentur ‘gitu you know, Pak.”
“You passed out, Mom,” Basri said.
“Ah, time, anyway?” His face showed astonishment. “Salem I don't feel anything.”
“Semalem I found you passed out in the bathroom, Mom. Where the house lights also turn off all,” said Basri explained. “What are you doing? Tiredness?”
“No ah, Sir,” reply Lastri insisted. “Semalem that I overslept abis salat Maghrib. Waking up almost janari. That's why I hurriedly wake up to pray Isya.”
Basri's eyebrows shot up. Wonder.
“Seriously you don't want anything?”
“It. Masa, the hell, I lied? There it is you, sir, wake up Fajr afternoon ‘mulu.”
The man did not understand. Even though when he woke up at night, he woke up because Lastri was already on top of his body, inviting intercourse. Even up to several times and the attitude of his wife is also not as usual. So voluptuous. ‘What's wrong with Lastri? The time he doesn't remember anything?’ mumbling to himself Basri was covered in questions and prejudices. Until the next day, he refused. “I'm healthy, sir. Why treatment?” said adamant.
Not once did Basri find an oddity in his wife's attitude. Sometimes he noticed the look on Lastri's face was gloomy as if holding something, but some time later turned cheerful with excitement. Unusual as long as they're married.
‘It is impossible if it is the influence of the Corpse Rope Amulet that I have,’ said Basri trying to expel strange thoughts about the special object. ‘That Ki Jarok gift will only affect me one person, not Lastri or children.’
Basri remembered very well, all the advice from the old shaman always he did alone at certain times. Friday Night Kliwon. Perform special rituals to take care of and care for the amulet. Nothing is missed at all. Except later, once a year he had to meet Ki Jarok to follow the big show.
“Just twelve months from now, you should come here, Basri,” pinta Ki Jarok mewanti-wanti before the czech man left his old hut at the foot of Mount Halimun a few months ago. “In the middle of the full night, to perform a great ritual for the efficacy of the Corpse Talisman that you already have now.”
“Sure, Ki. I will always remember Aki's message that one,” reply Basri promised.
Say back Ki Jarok, “Good. I wish it was. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences yourself, Basreng!”
“Iya, Ki. I know and will always remember that.”
“Hik-hik.”
Basri smiled to himself remembering the events he had gone through and done before.
“Hik-hik!”
“Hik-hik!”
“Aki?” Basri turned to the source of the voice. “A-aki ... ah! Jeez!” Spontaneously she's receding. Surprised is not a braid. That laughing voice did not belong to the old shaman, but rather ....
A white, cumbersome figure complete with five ties from foot to head, stood chuckling in the corner of the room. “M-that creature ...” sigh Basri instantly paled pallor. He wanted to run away, but his strength suddenly disappeared. “You do you follow us?” asked this man quietly as he whispered softly.
“Hik-hik!”
At the same time, suddenly Mary's cry came from the kitchen. The girl screamed loudly adding to the shock that was being experienced by Basi.
“Bapaakkk!” call her hysterical Lastri to call her husband. Aryan's voice tries to calm Mary. “Bapaakkk!”
“Fucking creatures! What have you done with my son?” Basri growled furiously now. He slowly got up even though he still felt weak, about to rush towards the kitchen. After laughing for a moment, the pocong-shaped creature had slowly disappeared from sight. At that instant, the male strength instantly turned normal.
“Yam! What happened, Son?” basri shouted after the sound of her son in the kitchen. Once there, the girl was still screaming hysterically held by Lastri and Aryan. “What is this?” ask Basri in panic.
Answer Lastri, “Iyam is flooded with hot oil, Sir!”
“Yes, Lord!” basri grabbed Maryam's body and took her out of the kitchen. “Quick grabin ketchup bottle, Mom!” tell it to Lastri. As fast as lightning, who was told to immediately take it from the pile of unresolved cardboard. Several times, the thing sought has not been found.
“Spot, Mom! Ambinil ketchup bottle!” basri shouted from the front room.
Lastri returned to rubbing the cardboard looking for what her husband asked for. “Duh, where is soy sauce, huh? How come it's not here?” He's panicking. Then ask Aryan, “Iyan, you see the ketchup bottle no, son?”
Aryan who had come running with Maryam and Basri to the front, immediately returned to the kitchen. “It ... which Mom holds, ketchup bottle, Mom,” said the child while pointing at her mother's hand.
“Hah? How, I'm not aware, yes?” Lastri was astonished by himself. “Astaghfirullahal’adzim!” He immediately ran to his husband and son.
“Kok, very long, anyway, Bu?” basri asked half emotion.
“A-I was running around in the kitchen, sir,” replied Lastri confused meddling panic.
Without waiting for a long time, Basri immediately took a ketchup bottle in his wife's hand and immediately poured it on the hand of Maryam who was exposed to hot oil earlier. For a moment the screams of the girl's cries spread, but slowly subsided and stopped.
“Still sick?” ask Basri. Maryam nodded. “Ya, already. Hopefully it's okay, huh? Tomorrow we go to medicine.” The girl nodded still accompanied by the rest of the sobs.
“Hik-hik!”
Basri immediately turned his head as soon as he heard the peculiar rarity. But this time it came from a different place. The direction Aryan was pointing at all of a sudden and the glaring gaze was frightening.
“Iyan? What's wrong with you, son?” lastri asked in surprise and hurriedly approached the boy.
Aryan did not answer, but still pointed in that direction.
“Hik-hik!”
...SERIATE...