The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 50
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 50...
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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 this?”
“I'm not Iyan! And you are not my father!” aryan's screams are getting worse.
Lastri retreated away and immediately entered the room with Maryam. The girl was also incessantly crying in fear.
‘Damn it!’ rutuk Basri is upset. ‘This is definitely not the figure of the devil who always appeared to me that! There are other creatures that occupy this house, apparently. Hhmmm ...’
Without waiting for a long time, Basri rushed to the room. Take a small bag containing clothing pangsi given Mbah Jarok or Talisman Corpse. “Same mother Iyam don't come out of the room before I finish handling Iyan, yes?” the man said he gave the order. Though it meant that the two of them did not see Basri wearing the talisman clothes earlier.
“Iya, Sir. Be careful,” said Lastri while holding Maryam.
‘Hhmmm, will I try, will the creature be subdued with this talisman of my pride? He-he!” murmured Basri while removing his own clothes and replacing them as soon as possible with pangsi.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered the room, Aryan's reaction instantly turned like fear. The boy recoiled while shaking his hands. “You ... j-don't come any closer! Don't enter! A-i ... a-ku ...”
Basri feels superior now. With a sharp step, he stepped closer. “Fear, yes? He-he. Get out of here right now and never bother my children! Understand you? Go!” her screams shrieked until her voice penetrated into the next room.
“I-iya. Pardon. I-I'm leaving right now!” Aryan called out for forgiveness.
“Go!”
“I-ya. I went.”
Just so and like that. There is no fight at all. Aryan was suddenly lying weakly on the floor. The situation was of course used by Basri to immediately replace his dumplings with clothes earlier. Worry will be seen and known by Lastri. ‘Hhmmm, this talisman turned out to be more powerful than I expected. He-he. I thought it was just to play gambling. Apparently, this kind of business is also easily handled. He-he!’
“Iyan darling. Wake up, son,” said Basri after changing clothes and immediately hunting the body of his son. “This is Mr, Son. Build.”
Aryan looked up for a moment, then opened his eyes and got up aided by Basri.
“Bapak ...”
“Her sleep moved, yuk, to the next room. Not here, yes, Nak.”
“Bapak ... body Iyan lemes really, sir.”
“Ya, already. I'm taking you to another room, huh?”
Aryan nodded weakly.
Then Basri immediately moved the child to the other room. “Thank God, Son. You finally realized too. Alhamdulillah .. yes, Allah!” lastri exclaimed as soon as the door was opened. “Tidurin is here only, Sir!” She asked her husband to lay Aryan on the thick mattress that had been prepared there. “Astaghfirullahal’adziim .. What exactly, the hell, happened to you, son? I was really scared from earlier.”
“Already, Mom. Do not be invited to talk,” said Basri after laying Aryan. “Let Iyan rest and sleep here.”
While holding Maryam who has now returned to calm, Lastri rubbed Aryan's head lovingly. “Ya, already. Now you're sleeping, huh, son? We sleep here together tonight with your Father, Mother, and sister Iyam.”
“Iyan's body is sick, Mom. Lemes,” whining Aryan among her beds.
“Iya, Mom,” replied Aryan weakly.
So that night, the four of them slept together in one room. It is necessary to prevent such things from happening again. Nothing happened until dawn came.
“Thank you, yes, sir,” said Lastri the next day. “You don't exist, I don't know what to do. There's not a single one here that I know. Confused ask who.”
“Ya, already. Just be grateful, Mom. The kids are back, kok.”
“Today there is still a lot of work that belom sebet I finish,” said Lastri started. “Kitchen is also still a mess from when we came. Fortunately, you already want to help whistling used cooking oil spills in the kitchen yesterday afternoon.”
“Bersiin cooking oil?”
“Iya, Sir. Time Iyam hit by hot oil spill.”
“T-but ... I don't feel whistling, really, Mom?”
“Halah, don't joke, sir. It's early morning, nih.”
“But I feel like cleaning the kitchen, really. Moreover whistling oil all.”
“Mr seriously?” tanya Lastri began to wonder.
“It. When I lied? Maybe Iyan whistled or even you yourself, but forgot.”
“Gak, ah. I'm with the kids in the room when you chat with Mbah Karni yesterday.”
“Lah, continue ... who owns it?”
“Ya, don't know.”
“Lho, how?”
“Apaan?”
“Jadi ...”
“Aaan, anyway?”
“???”
Basri pondered for a moment while pretending to smile as his wife was frowning in astonishment. “Sorry, Mom,” said the cheque guy then, “Iya, that's me who fussed, really. Hi-hi.” He glanced towards the kitchen. “I was just kidding. He-he.”
“Ah, this Father!” Lastri. “I think it's real. Dih!”
Inwardly, the man muttered, ‘Hhmmm, I myself do not understand. Who is this really? The creature of the inhabitants of this house or the figure of the owner of the amulet?’
To be honest, Basri himself did not know fully about the usefulness of the talisman given by Ki Jarok. His original intention was only to get wealth, but from the events that have been passed, he was increasingly convinced that the other function of the Corpse Rope Talisman is not only that. Evidently when beaten up by Brutus' men a few days ago, did not feel anything. It is precisely those who grimace in pain and run off the roost in the middle of the night blind.
“ ... But regarding last night's incident that befell Iyan, is that a joke too, sir?” Lastri's question breaks Basri's daydream. “As of last night too, I heard .. Iyan's voice was terrified ‘that's when you snapped, sir? Actually ... Mr this ...”
“Nothing, Mom,” Basri quickly interrupted his wife's sentence. “About the latter, I don't understand myself. Semalem, I'm just worried about our son's condition. That'sthat's all. That's why try to be brave. Uh, that was successful, ‘kan? Hopefully there will be no more distractions in this house, yes, Bu.” He hoped that his wife would not wonder back about it. Especially to know the secret that has been held tightly.
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