The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 49
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 49...
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Mbah Jarwo crept out of hiding. He intended to check the state of the small hut. Too bad, the door's locked. Can only look at the conditions inside through the air gap above the threshold of access in and out of the building. It was a bit dark, but a little helped by the sunlight that broke through between the gap of the roof hole up there. There are only benches and other halls that serve as beds, with pandan leaf pottery. No mattress, pillow, or blanket. With the exception of a small plastic package lying just up and down there. at a glance reminds the mind of Mbah Jarwo on ....
‘Yes, God! Isn't that .... broken lantern lights that will be used as the only evidence for the incident of the demolition of the tomb Sukaesih?’ The old eyes were clearly seeing. Inside the wide-open plastic package, there was indeed like a piece of broken lamp. ‘Si Sadam said, the evidence is gone. But in fact, it's here. Inside this hut. The small building that stood on the ground belonged to Juragan Juanda. Who else has ever inhabited and taken care of this place, if not ... Juragan Juanda himself and the Sadam!’
The question now is; does Juragan Juanda know about the existence of the lantern fragment? Is it possible that he deliberately removed the evidence and insisted not to further investigate the case of demolition of his son's grave first? What reason? Could it be that the richest man in Sirnagalih Village did not even know at all that Sadam still kept the only evidence?
“Aaarrgghh!” Mbah Jarwo exclaimed in annoyance. The questions come back to rain the brain alternately. “There's a big secret what exactly is in my village? Everyone looked like they could not be trusted a single one.”
Seemed dead step, finally the Head of Sirnagalih Village decided to go home. Ask Mak Sari to make a glass of coffee so that his brain can be refreshed or if necessary to invite love in broad daylight, after watching the full orgasm spectacle between Sadam and Asih in the saung earlier.
“Mbah!” Someone greeted in the middle of the swing of Mbah Jarwo steps who was also busy thinking hard about the questions earlier. The old man stopped immediately. “Eh, Sarkim .. ngagetin I just you, Kim,” he said as he looked at the young man deeply.
“He-he .. sorry, Mbah,” timpal Sarkim accompanied by a crybaby laugh. “Where to, Mbah? I noticed earlier, Mbah kayak again thought of something. That's why I say hello, worried about titajong (stumbling), Mbah. He-he.”
“You are this ...” Mbah Jarwo muttered. For a moment this old figure only looked at Sarkim in such a way. Until finally, the young man became misbehaved and thought strangely. “Sorry, Mbah, I am a real man. Original.”
“Terus ... What do you mean?”
“Yaaa .. It's okay, Mbah. Cuman ...” Sarkim felt wrong. “Cuman's okay too, Mbah. He-he.”
‘This young man seems to still be innocent and honest,’makes the old man. ‘Can I trust him? She is also the former—‘
“Mbah,” call Sarkim disperse the reverie of Mbah Jarwo.
“Eh, yes. What, Kim?”
“I'm sorry to continue walking, Mbah.”
“Eh, wait a minute!” mbah Jarwo shouted at Sarkim. “Janga used to go you, Kim!”
“Yes, Mbah? Anything I can help, ‘gitu?”
Mbah Jarwo chuckles. “Now where are you going?”
“Ngarorotek (seeking firewood), Mbah. Why why?”
“Kalo now I take you home, would you like to join me?”
“What do you want, Mbah?” ask Sarkim curious. The young man asked strangely. ‘Yes, God! He kept thinking about me. Now even go to his house. Has this Aki-aki started ‘beloved’, huh? Duh, times are old ...’
“There are things that I want to say to you, Kim,” replied Mbah Jarwo while patting Sarkim's shoulder.
“Actually many,” replied back the elder of the Sirnagalih Village. “Just follow you home. Later we obrolin there while copying.”
“Copying?”
“Iya. Wh why? You laper? Yeah, well, you eat too. Want?”
“Mau bang, Mbah!” reply Sarkim enthusiastically. “I happen to eat from morning. He-he.”
“Hhmmm,” Deham Mbah Jarwo. ‘Customs villagers here, nih. Meal business only, definitely on directly accept. Hadeh!’ This old man patted his forehead. “Ya, already. Follow me now.”
“Good, Mbah!”
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The next day after overnight occupying a new rented house, Basri and Lastri engage in a serious conversation in the bedroom.
“We're just temporarily here, Mom,” said Basri began explaining. “Later if I've got a new place, then we move again. ‘Kan, I talked about it earlier, Mom. You forgot?”
Lastri snorted riled.
“The problem is not just that, sir,” reply the woman. “You see semalem, ‘what are the conditions of children. Especially Iyan. This house is not suitable for us to live in, sir. Probably because ...”
“Old house is empty?”
Lastri nodded slowly.
“Ah, it's just your feelings and thoughts, Mom. There's nothing here, really. Maybe also because the belom children get used to this new place, so Iyan attitude is like ‘gitu.”
“No, Sir,” said Lastri adamantly. “I also feel there is something else in this house. Moreover, tuh, Mbah Karni the owner.”
“What's weird?”
“Lah, that ... happened the same Iyan semalem? You don't realize, what, sir?” lastri said again. “From yesterday afternoon, he was acting strangely. Magrib time as well, tuh. He did not want to go out of the room and got angry. He said you told him to. In fact, when I asked, you didn't tell the kids that, ‘kan?”
Basri's memory immediately recalled the time he had just returned from Karni's house last night. Lastri greeted the man with a look of fear and panic. “Iyan, Sir! Iyan!” the woman exclaimed as she pulled her husband's arm into the house.
“What's with Iyan, Bu?” tanya Basri also panicked and immediately rushed into the children's room. There Aryan was sitting cross-legged on the floor with his eyes wide eerie. “Dian! This is coming, son. What happened to you?”
Aryan turned around accompanied by a loud growling sound. “Who are you?” asked the boy while pointing right at Basri. “What are you doing here? Disturb my peace only!”
“Yes, Allah ... Iyan, it's Father, son! You remember, ‘kan?” The man continued to push forward near his eldest son. “What happened to you, son? Say it! By the way, Father, Honey!”
“I'm not Iyan! And you are not my father!” aryan's screams are getting worse.
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