The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 5

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 5...

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The woman nodded slowly, then replied softly, "Yes, sir. A few days while you're away, there's nothing to eat at home, sir. I had to force my kids to go to your parents' house."

"Yes, God!" sighed Basri sad. "Yes, already. We'll pick the kids up there tomorrow."

Lastri nodded again while looking at the money given by her husband earlier. There were ten pieces in red and some already looked dull. As soon as Basri entered the room, he tried to glare sheet by sheet to ascertain its authenticity. 'All looked genuine,' the woman's mumbling was still covered in question marks. 'What exactly is my husband in business, anyway? A week's worth of work with this one? He said the pinjem results. Maybe not, anyway, if ….'

Lastri quickly disposed of the prejudice. 'Ah, I hope it is, he is actually doing work, and ... this money is also halal.'

One thing that is in the mind of Lastri, he wants to immediately pay off the debt to the nearest stall, used to cover the needs of his family's kitchen during the departure of Basri and other loans.

"I'm sorry, Madam Las, I can't say anything to you anymore" said the shopkeeper some time ago, "the reason is that the debts that used to be unpaid. Now take it again. Yes, if you want, Madam Las pay half first. I also, right, need capital for my business."

Actually, Lastri himself felt very embarrassed to have to beg like that. But how else, Basri has not come home for almost a week. Plus at home no longer have any supplies.

"Yes, I get it, ma'am, '" said Lastri sadly and endured the embarrassment. "But I promise, after my husband later, I will pay, really."

The owner of the stall, which turned out to be an old woman, was astonished. "Where is Mas Basri, Ma'am?" suddenly I wanted to know. Lastri bowed sadly. With a stammered voice, the woman replied as well, "Entahlah, Ms. Bariah. I don't know where my husband went."

"Lho, why is that?" Bariah is increasingly curious, as well as pity to see this one neighbor.

Lastri answered, wiping away tears, "I don't know, Mom, the father of the children just left without saying goodbye. I'm so confused."

The old woman was full. So without a second thought he immediately offered his trade. "Yes, already, Madam Las. Just take it as necessary. But inget, yes, if your husband comes home, straight out."

"Yes, Mom. I promise." Lastri felt cramped, finally Bariah fulfilled also his kasbon request. The woman took only a little. Not as usual. "Here you go, Mom. Please paint it, yes."

"Lho, a little bit, Ma'am. Is it enough for Mbak Las and the children later?" Bariah. Lastri said, "Enough, really, Mom. It's just for myself. The children for a while I'll go to the house of in-laws."

"Yes, Allah" said the old woman, wiping her chest. He felt very sorry for the life of the family. How not, among the poor citizens of Cijengkol, they are one of them. "Hopefully Mas Basri will go home, yes, Ma'am."

"Yes, Mom, I hope so."

"Y-yes, Mom, of course. I will definitely pay for everything, really," said Lastri promised. Though in fact he himself is still in doubt, whether after Basri will bring money or not. That is if you really go home. As a laborer, not infrequently her husband gave some money alakadarnya. The rest of the meal and the fulfillment of all his own needs during his work in the outside.

But this evening felt different for a Pastri. Armed with the money from her husband earlier, the woman rushed to the Bariah stall.

"Your husband's home, Ma'am?" asked the old woman as soon as she received the repayment of her neighbor's debts. Lastri said, "Already, Mom. Just got chilled at home. That I paid off all my bon-bons, yeah. All of you want to shop for dinner later and tomorrow morning."

Bariah glanced at Lastri for a moment before serving his neighbor's order. Said the old woman in a curious tone, "The mother has a new job, huh?" It was not natural if only this time he brought that much money shopping in his stall.

"Don't know, Mom," replied Lastri somewhat irritatedly asked about it. Even to this day, he himself did not know it clearly. "He said, there's an old friend who hijacks such businesses, Mom. I don't know, I don't understand."

"What business, Ma'am?" Bariah. As a type of neighbor who often kepo and stall often used as a place for gibah, of course this new thing is very disturbing the soul of curiosity.

"Yes, I don't know, Mom, myself" replied Lastri, who began to be lured into leaking things about his family. "Just invited to work with his friend that's what. I do not know much, because Bang Basri wanted to sleep. Tired said."

"Oohhh," hiss Bariah with round lips wrinkled. "I mean, if Mas Basri has a good job, invite that Supri my son. It's been almost two months, his job is only 'hardolin' doang. My whole thing would be."

"Hardolin?"

Bariah dejected, then replied, "Yes, that's .. dahar, modol, and ulin, Ma'am."

"Oohh."

"When a boy his age, his panties are married, momong a child, have a steady job but do not be a odd job …." Suddenly Bariah covered his mouth with a palm. "Eh, I mean it was as if I had a steady job. 'Kan, so before me. The whole time he eats is still followed by the old man."

Lastri did not respond to the words of his neighbor. He pretended to help pack groceries into a large plastic bag. Not a new thing also if the condition of her husband, Basri, so far often used as gossip material. So in order to maintain harmony between citizens and the smooth debt, the woman chose to be quiet and patient.

"How much is that, Mom?" lastri asked to immediately end their conversation.

Bariah took the calculator and started counting one by one. "Seventy rebuys, Ma'am," he replied looking clumsy as he thrust the screen of the counting device into the presence of Lastri.

Without waiting for long, Basri's wife immediately handed over a piece of red money the rest of the debt repayment earlier. Old currency Bariah had gasped once Lastri gave such a large sum of money.

'There's also a lot of money this Lastri, ' to the old woman. 'What's Basri's job, anyway? Hhmmm, so curious. Let's not let him run out. In fact, right, a week does not go home, uh .. know-know-know-how bring a lot of money. Wow, this is kudu watch out. Do not let my trading capital disappear suddenly later.'

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