The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 53
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 53...
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“What is impossible? Normal, right? You are no longer a woman bound by marriage. As for me, married men who still have the right to marry or add a wife.”
“I mean not that, Juragan,” replied Asih, now as if struck by confusion. On the one hand, she is indeed a widow who still has the desire to have a companion. But on the other hand, that is not the way to go. Moreover, the age difference between them was quite far. At least not with Juragan Juanda, but ....
“Then? What do you mean, Asih? Hhmmm?” The perlente man's voice turned soft.
For a moment, the woman's eyes looked at the face of Juragan Juanda. The old wrinkles are already visible, combined with two-colored whiskers, but the remnants of his good looks in youth are still so charming. “Not possible! This is impossible, Juragan. S-my .. s-me ...”
“Why?”
Back to flinching confused. ‘No! Every time I look at this man's face, my memory is always shaded on someone's face. This can't happen again! Or will I continue to be haunted by the guilt of a lifetime, if I have to choose to be with him? Ah, no! Don't let it happen! Nah! I don't want that feeling back coming!’
“Asih ...” call Juragan Juanda soft. The old fingers rub the clear flow that goes down the cheeks Asih. “Why are you crying?”
“I'm sorry, Juragan!” exclaim Asih finally while anchoring himself into the decapitation of his master. Sobbing bitterly without feeling embarrassed or awkward to behave like a child towards the father.
“Hey, what is this?” Ask back Juragan Juanda.
“Aphin me.”
Among the confused wida, the old man who really liked the housekeeper thought that this Asih attitude was a form of surrender to his wishes earlier. Then, review the proud smile full of fun was also put on the face. Then it continues with small kisses landing on the crown, continuously moving to the forehead, eyes, nose, and last ....
“Ah,” sigh Asih while closing eyes. Letting her lips be showered with kisses scented with breath smelling of earth. Cold immediately running all over the body until the shoots of pores also stand challenging. Snoring for the sake of snoring moved in turn, attacking the sensitive parts. “Ah ... J-juragan .. j-jangaann ..” the little scream of the woman just walked out when the petal gate was still clenched. Suddenly, everything stopped suddenly.
“Asih?”
The young widow still left her small moans. “Aahhh, i-yes ... Scourge. Sshhh .. ah!”
“Asih!” The sound of the second call is getting higher and the feelings are now precisely different colors.
“J-gm ... J-gaj ... Jurag ... uh. oh, no! K-you ...” Asih stammered so open his eyes and vaguely saw another face was glaring at him. “K-kang ... Sadam's? Oh, jesus!”
That figure is Sadam. Juragan Juanda trusts who are tasked with organizing and supervising the processing of land owned by the richest people in the village of Sirnagalih. He was just above Asih's body, straddling with both knees folded backwards flanking the tight thighs of the women below him.
“Nyai ngigau and mention the name of the Old Bandot!” sadam said, not happy. It was also clearly visible from the look in his eyes full of jealousy.
“What do you mean, Kang?” tanya Asih is confused, then intends to rise to tidy the kebaya openings that are freely revealed on the chest. But the push of the man's hand dampened his movement, while saying fiercely, “Honest! Nyai dreamed of Juragan Juanda, didn't he?”
“Don't, Nyai also put her same heart. So?” The tone of the question that still thickened contained the scent of jealousy. “Huh, not really expecting! What we have been pretending all this time, in fact, has really joined your heart, Nyai.”
“What do I mean, anyway? Let me wake up first, Kang. The foot clasp of Kang Sadam. I want clear—“
“Now!” sadam's jolt even now overlays Asih's body weight until it almost difficult to breathe. “You must be honest with me, Nyai! Answer the question earlier, you fell in love with Juragan Juanda, ‘kan?”
“What the fuck, anyway, this Akang? Take me off first, Kang! I can't breath!” The woman thrashed about to escape from the rough crush of the man's body.
“I told you too, no!” sadam's voice increased. “Jawab first my question!”
“Kang, really heavy! I can't—“
“Jawab, New! Answer!” The weathered bujang began to launch its first action.
“Aaahhh!” screams of pain. “It hurts a lot, Kang! Well, don't force me to .. ah!”
The man even pushed the pelvis further, forcing the woman to be in a condition that was not fully prepared. Screeching sounds of pain Asih did not make Sadam launch the unilateral and unfair action.
“Gusti Nu Agung .. very painful, Kang!” Asih began to cry between the weight of the crush and the extreme pain. “Stop, Kang, stop! I beg!”
Sadam growled like a starving lion devouring his prey alive. Jealous rumbling jolts the chest, heals the ears. Asih's moans are also not able to knock the soul, until the orgasm is completely blurred without remaining. He slipped, gave a full face, lying on top of Asih's body drenched in sweat. “Sorry me, Nyai. S-me ...” said the man was exhausted. “ ... S-I khilaf.” Then rolled himself to the side accompanied by gasping for breath.
Asih. Biting the lips, resisting pain that has not subsided. Her crying is now useless. Dry like a barren desert watered drizzle for a moment. Grimacing, the young widow slowly moved her hand. Trying to reach and reach for outcrops of clothes that scattered irregularly, to cover the lunge of cold, stabbing from the gap of the pedestal-balai. Then rise up limping down the place they used to lie down earlier.
“Where to go?” tanya Sadam also got up, put on his lower body cover, then blocked the Asih arm from behind. “Sorry me, Nyai. Last ... I was actually khilaf.”
“Please his hand, Kang. I want to go home,” pinta Asih.
“Don't now, Nyai,” said Sadam forbid. “It's almost midnight. Wait until tomorrow at dawn or as little as morning carangcang tihang (morning at sunrise).”
Not wanting to answer, the woman shook her hand to release Sadam's grip. He insisted on leaving. From there. The second saung located far south of the land belongs to Juragan Juanda.
“Hinyai! Wait!” sadam shouted hurriedly grabbed the rest of his clothes lying on top of the halls. But Asih did not pay attention. With a heart-wrenching gontai step, he ran as fast as he could to get away from the place. “Asih! Asiihhh! Wait ak—“
BUKS!
“Auuhh!”
Suddenly the bachelor man fell down as soon as he came out of the doorway of the saung. Unable to know what had happened, he lay unconscious on the ground. Then another figure in the middle of the darkness darted, after paralyzing Sadam, running towards Asih had disappeared.
...SERIATE...