The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 45
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 45...
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“Astaghfirullah, Son!” jerit Lastri panicked to see Aryan's condition. Basri's eldest son looked stuttered, having trouble speaking. But the look in his eyes was like being struck by fear pointing out of the house. “Cepet close the door and window, Sir!” the cry on Basri. The czech man, for a moment just silent. Bummer. Don't know what to do. He thought his wife was able to see a sinister figure standing in the doorway. “Wait more, Sir? Scribble shut the door and the curtain! It's time sanekala!”
“O-oh, i-iya, Mom!” basri said he panicked, then hurriedly closed the door of the house and the window curtain cloth was still wide open. ‘Fucking devil! Beware of you if anything happens to my son!’ rutuknya forced to fight a little fear with the appearance of the pocong-shaped creature earlier. Wrapped in a white, musty fabric and leaving only the face, black and barely shaped. Reminiscent of the figure of the corpse of Sukaesih first when dismantling his grave in the middle of the night.
“Yes, Allah!” sigh Lastri while holding tightly Aryan and trying to calm Maryam who returned crying softly at the incident. “Quiet, yes, Son. Mom is here with you guys.”
While Basri for some time was silent, watching his two children and his wife while leaning on the door leaf. “How did the creature get here? Or was it just my vision? Maybe he's just an old resident of this rented house? Didn't the owner say the house was empty for a long time? It could be just ...’
GECK! GECK! GECK!
‘Ah, dammit! The creature is knocking on the door anyway!’the skinny man was shocked. Quickly he turned around, taking a step back while watching the door leaf. ’Fuck! He has dared to show himself now!’
GECK! GECK! GECK!
“Pak, open the door,” said Lastri also surprised the atmosphere. “J-don't, Mom! J-don't d-open!” basri's reply was broken, still overwhelmed with shock and question. Timpal returned the woman between the cries of Maryam and Aryan's condition that had begun to normal as usual, “Open the door, sir. That's something I say hello.”
‘Unek greetings? Ah, how could such a creature could say sal—‘
“Assalaamu’alaikum!”
‘Gusti, it's true! That creature can say hello!’basri added panic. ‘T-impossible! No way! Even I am still noble of him, it has long been not—‘
“Assalaamu’alaikum, Bu-Pak.”
GECK! GECK! GECK!
“Yes, God! Why is this father, anyway? People say hello instead of being answered and booked the door,” grumbled Lastri while rising. “I-iya! Wa’alaikumussalaam! Wait a minute!” Then he stepped closer to the door leaf after previously saying to Aryan and Maryam, “For a while, yes. I want to open the door first.”
“Ah, no, sir,” replied Lastri while commenting on a similar smile. He looked back for a moment. Looking at his two children, and Basri. “This father ...”
“I Karni's. The owner of this house, Mom,” said the figure earlier, greeted nods and lips round Lastri. An old man in a squatted skullcap and barely black anymore. “Cuman wants to look around and mastiin only the state of the Mother's family and also ... Mr. ..” He pointed at Basri who also appeared, approaching. “ ... Yes, Mr. Basri.”
Lastri had not met Karni. While looking for a new rented house earlier, Basrilah who went here and there left their wife and two children somewhere. Precisely in a mosque in an isolated village with a driver and a vehicle carrying household furniture.
“Oh, Mbah Karni's. Please come in, sir,” said Basri invited Karni to enter the house. The old man in a dull coffee smiled kindly back, then replied, “Nno need, sir. Enough outside. All in all, I want to make this dish for family dinner Mr.” He handed a small plate of meat dishes to Lastri. “It just so happened that this afternoon my grandson came home from the market and brought a little leftover chicken. Maybe I'm trying to cook because I just got here. He-he.” During the conversation, the old eye often looked towards Lastri. So as to make the woman feel rather iris made.
Another with Basri. This man even looks grinning as soon as he sees the contents of the bark in the dish. For a moment he looked around the house that was starting to fade on the verge of the evening. Worried if the creepy figure had reappeared there. Especially when the intention to enjoy such delicious food.
“O, yes. Thank you, Mbah,” said Basri hurriedly picked up the plate that Karni thrust on Lastri. “Let's go first, yuk. Already want Magrib, nih.” He was worried that Aryan's situation would be like that. “ ... People say, pamali is outside in the evening like this, Mbah.”
“He-he.” Karni is poking. “Alright,” said the old man finally, entered the house to look around. “This is how it is, Mr. Basri. This house has been around for a long time. Long time since my wife died ...” His eyes glanced at Lastri back. “ ... I live with my son. Not far from here. But every day I whistle. Take care .. if-kalo anyone wants to leave. Contracting. He-he. In fact it is, after all?”
Lastri asked permission to go to the kitchen to get a drink, and brought a plate of meat given by Karni and told his two children to go into the bedroom. There are only two rooms in the house. Inevitably, one of them had to join his father and mother. Separated as usual before the move.
“You two stay here, huh? Don't comeout. I want to take water for Mbah Karni it was,” said Lastri to Aryan and Maryam.
“Iyan was afraid, Mom,” whined the eldest son was holding back the pace of Lastri's body as it was about to pass from the room.
“Just a minute, Son. I'm just going to the kitchen. After that, I came back here.”
“Don't be long, Mom. Iyan fear.”
“Iyam too, Mom,” said Maryam followed by welding fear while smothering the used arm affected by the hot cooking oil spill in the kitchen.
“Iya, Son. Just for a second, okay. Wait, yes, Iyan-Iyam?”
Aryan and Maryam nodded slowly. Lastri rushed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Fortunately, there is still a lot left in the gallon. For a moment he was careful not to step on the puddle of cooking oil that had not been cleaned on the floor. Not yet had time to pour water, suddenly Basri appeared in the doorway and said, “No need, Mom. His car is home.”
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