The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 51
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 51...
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Lastri took a deep breath. “Don't know, ah. I don't understand that kind of trouble. But ...”
“Aparticularly?”
“ ... I just feel uncomfortable staying here, sir,” said the woman with a gloomy look. “Still enjoy in the old house. Although .. yaa, has a neighbor like Bu Bariah and his friends. Not so far to Abah as Ambu in Sirnagalih. While here, where far and wide the same houses other neighbors. Especially that, tuh, Mbah Karni.”
“Mbah Karni? What's with him?”
Lastri cheered. This woman continued saying, “Gak why-why, anyway. Cuman .. not comfortable with his attitude.”
“Abah Karni's Attitude?” Basri's brain thinks hard, “I think, he's good, really. Semalem we talked a long time ago. Even kemaren, until you want to nganterin side dishes to eat our malem.”
Lastri again snorted in anger.
“Don't know, ah. I don't feel right here, sir. Want to move again to a contract that is yesterday.”
“Please be patient for a while, Mom,” said Basri tried to calm his wife. “We cannot go back to Cijengkol. ‘Kan, you already know for yourself the reason for our move is because what? I don't want Mom and the kids to get why-why from Brutus.”
“Brutus?”
“Iya, the person who came to our rented house, his name is Brutus.”
Lastri tried to remember. “Not your business name is Jarok? You mentioned that name first.”
Bastri. Hurriedly twisting the brain to look for other lying material. “Eh i-iya. You're really. That jarok is my business. Maybe he had a problem with Brutus. Keep going, I got hit too.”
Suddenly Lastri looked at Basri's eyes sharply. Like investigating the truth of the story revealed by her husband. “ ... Or maybe you are also involved in problems between them, sir?”
“Ah, what are you talking about, ma'am?” The man with the body tried to break up. “I don't even know who Brutus is. This part, ‘kan, just my estimate doang. I really don't know, Mom, who he is and what he needs to be with me, what?”
Lastri smiled cynically. Not like he usually does to Basri.
“Masa, anyway, same temen own business just don't know?” He turned his eyes outwards. Like starting to feel bored by the impersonality of the man who has been married for a dozen years. “Usually, if there is anything, it is the determined outsider who is first told, in addition to his own family. Yes, ‘kan? Especially this, until bringing the safety of the men. Yes, Father himself. Minimum wanti-wanti ‘gitu you know, Pak.”
Basri was back. Think hard. It is, it is better that Lastri does not know much about what has been done out there, thought the man. Especially about the possession of the amulet. He will be angry and demanding. They even ask to separate.
The thing that is most often debated by them lately, one of which is about the obligation of worship. Salad. As much as possible, Basri avoided and continued to lie.
“The man prayed in a mosque, a mosque, or in a break, ma'am. Not at home. Same with women. Men prayer time at home?” basri said, Blessed on one occasion. “Kalo no men prefer to pray at home, better love mukena. Get it made, tuh. Ha-ha.”
Not once or twice happened, Basri had to avoid. Get out of the house not to hold the debate.
“As we once obrolin first ..” Basri continued the conversation. “ ... After the current problem, I want to make my own business, Mom. Have your own home too, folks. So no need to go all the way to the three of you.” He rubbed his wife's shoulders gently. “Hopefully soon or at least not .. yaa, until my savings are sufficient. That's all, what I'm thinking now, Mom. No one is laen.”
Lastri. Looking amazed at her husband now. “Keep, until when are we here, sir? I also think of children. Afraid of kayak semalem, happening again. Mending if there is you. If not?”
Basri reviewed the smile.
“Doain aja,” reply. “Not a wife prayer for her husband is one of the most mustajab prayers?” The woman nodded slowly. “Kalopun until there is nothing, but I hope it is not, and I happen to be no longer at home, you can ask for help with Mbah Karni. The old man must have—“
“Mbah Carni?” Lastri frowned. “Dia ... ah, no. I hope nothing happens, sir.”
“What's up?” Basri looked at his wife. “Why, anyway, almost every time you mention the name of the old man, you like ...”
“Nothing, Sir. Nothing,” said the woman while hurriedly getting up. “I forgot, there is still work in the kitchen that the doorbell is perfect.”
“Bu?”
“I go back first, yes, sir.”
Without waiting for a reply, Lastri hurriedly left her husband in the front room. Sitting dumbfoundedly looking at his wife's attitude.
‘Hhmmm, bad! Now that Lastri has started to be critical,’ has made his own Basri. ‘I have to be more careful about keeping secrets. Especially ... about the existence of the Corpse Rope Amulet. I can't keep lying to him.’
Then this man remembered something. The usual routine is done once a month when the full moon night. Especially if it is not about the special ritual of care of the Corpse Talisman.
‘A few months is even one year. I have to meet Mbah Jarok to fulfill my promise first.’ Basri thought for a moment. ‘If not, I fear a catastrophe I will experience later,’ he said immediately remembered the last tip he received from the old shaman, before his departure from the hills of Mount Halimun.
A moment later, the thin man smiled to himself.
THE TRACK!
He snapped his finger.
“Huh! She ... yes, she!” it was between creepy grins. “He should be my first victim! I must and will do it! He-he!”
Then Basri rushed up, stepping in a hurry towards Karni's house. Owners of rented houses that they currently live in.
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