The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 46
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 46...
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“Oh, so? Thankfully,” said Lastri unconsciously without turning a single look at her husband. For some reason, noticing the old man's gaze earlier, this woman felt somewhat uneasy. “Ya, already. I want to whistle this former oil spill.”
Reply Basri back quickly, “No need, Mom. Let me be the same.”
“Truly, Sir?” asked Lastri while storing back the glass that was about to be filled with water earlier. Silent. There's no answer. “Pak?” call the woman while turning the body looking for the figure of her husband. That man is not in place. I don't know where. Maybe with the kids in the room, he thought astonished. But as soon as it was about to catch up, the sounds of chatter vaguely sounded from outside. Before rushing to the front of the house, he first ascertained the condition of his two children.
“Lho, Mbah Karninya still there, sir?” lastri whispered so came to the figure of her husband with Karni outside the house. Reply Basri, “This is how he just wanted to go home, Mom. It was almost Magrib, he said. All in all, I also want to go around the village with Mbah Karni for nyari musala. Can, ‘kan?”
Just an excuse. Basri deliberately did not want to pass his Magrib time at home. Could be later be asked to be a priest by Lastri.
“Ya, already. But a sneak home again, huh?”
“Iya,” replied Basri. “Kids ‘how now? Iyan same iyam already better, ‘kan?”
“There's in the room. That's why don't you stay long. After praying Magrib, hunt home again,” pinta Lastri back. “ ... Kids are still scared.”
“Iya, Mom. For a moment, kok,” said Basri, then walked alone with the figure of the owner of their new rented house. Before leaving and turning around, Mbah Karni threw a smile at Lastri. “I go home first, Bu Ayu,” he said still with strange eyes.
“Iya, Mbah,” replied Lastri while smiling wryly.
“He-he.”
After the two of them died, Lastri also quickly entered the house. Close the door. Then came Aryan and Maryam in the room. The children were sitting on carpet mats, silent and indifferent as their mother walked in.
“Prepared for wudu first, Children,” said Lastri, “anytime want Magrib.”
Aryan and Maryam did not say.
“Iyan ... Iyam ...”
The two children looked over for a moment, but still did not want to answer.
“You guys why? Wudu first, yuk, son. The shower is outside the house, behind the kitchen. That's why I have to meet you both.”
“Iyan and Iyam can't get out of the room, Mom,” Aryan replied suddenly.
Lastri frowned in wonder. “Lho, why?”
Reply back to the eldest child, “Just can't go out of the room.”
The woman took a deep breath. Then said, “But not allowed to leave the room, but do not leave the house when you want Magrib, Nak.”
The girl's eyebrows rose again. ‘Times, anyway, the Father said so same kids?’
“Iya, Son,” reply Lastri explained. “I mean the Father, do not leave the house in the lead-up to Magrib. It's time sanekala. Not good for kids like you two.”
“But we don't want to go out, Mom!” aryan exclaimed in a high voice, snapping.
“Astaghfirullah, Son!” lastri said in shock as she rubbed her chest. This time he behaved like that. “You're why, anyway, Iyan.”
“Iyan won't leave the room!”
The woman fell backwards to hear Aryan's loud voice. It's not usually him, thought Lastri. “Y-yes, already. Y-you two just stay here. I-mom want to go back a minute, yeah?”
“Bu, Iyam scared ..” whining Maryam like to cry.
“I-yes, Son. Wait here for a second, Brother, huh? I want wudu first. Just a moment, kok.”
Covered with questions in mind, Lastri rushed to the back of the house through the kitchen walkway. Just turn on the lights and look at the floor of the former cooking oil spill. But his condition now looks clean again. ‘When did Kang Abas clean it? The feeling from earlier, he had not had time to enter the house again,’ asked the woman astonished. ‘ ... Or maybe when I enter the room look around Iyan and Iyam? Ah, that fast time?’
Not wanting to be burdened with various other questions, Lastri chose to forget about it for a moment. He's headed for the shower behind the kitchen. Exactly outside the house and facing the expanse of open areas filled with high weeds and trees, without a roof cover, and only limited with a half-body sack. A moment the woman shuddered so imagined, if the nights should be there. Then rush to take water wudu before nature really turned pitch black.
“You two want to join Ibu salat?” asked Lastri after returning home. Deliberately fulfilling obligations in the children's room while watching over both. Only Maryam complied, but not Aryan. The boy was still silent as if he was snooping. Thought Basri's wife, let her not pray that time. His age is not yet good. Maybe because it is still not used to the atmosphere of a new rented house, it is therefore left for a while.
While Basri himself was not looking for a place of worship as he said earlier, he was busy chatting with Karni at the rented owner's house.
“Ooohhh, so Pak Basri is moving from Cijengkol Village? Away too, huh?” said the old man while sipping delicious coffee water that has been served.
“Lumayan far, Mbah,” Reply Basri. “Ya, this also moved here just for a while, the plan is.”
“Lho, where else would you like to move, sir?” ask Karni curious.
“Do not know, Mbah. Maybe the deket-decet my cooperation.”
“Where does this Mr work?” The question of the old man grew.
Basri did not answer. He lit a cigarette first, continued to drink coffee, then said, “My work is not necessarily, Mbah. Anywhere. That's also if there is.”
“Lah, indeed there is a work kayak ‘gitu?”
“I mean, odd jobs, Mbah. Nya-nya, so. At best, yes, so porters pelvis in the market.”
“But around here there is no market, sir,” said Karni while lighting kawung leaf cigarettes containing tobacco type looks very stifling aroma. “Citizens here, mostly so farm. Nanem rice in huma-huma (hill) there. Kalopun market, there is quite far. That, my son Mance, goes back and forth every day. Nyapein.”
Basri smiled.
“Nothing, Mbah. It is also called life risk. Yes, it must be lived. Moreover, I have family responsibilities; wife and two children. If you do not work, yes .. do not eat. Either way to pay my contract later the same Mbah. He-he,” says the czech guy made up a story. Of course, there will be no mention of what his work has been all along.
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