The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 54
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 54...
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The swing of the leg continued to move through the night concentration. Stepping limped through the leaves and grass grasses of weeds along the breath. Gasps of exhaustion, but not as heartfelt as he now feels. Asih doesn't care. He forgot about fear. For him, the resting room was the first place he wanted to go and the safest for that moment.
Once at Juanda's home, the young widow slipped into the back, precisely the kitchen exit. Open the lock slowly, then ....
“Ehem!”
Hem someone stopped the move. Asih sighed in shock, then spontaneously turned to the direction of the source of the sound. “S-who is i-tu?” he asked in fear of a black figure standing in the dim shadow of the kitchen room.
The woman receded backwards as soon as she saw the movement of the figure was getting closer. His breathing returned to sting after running and now because of the lack of shock and fear. “J-don't! Don't deketin me!” exclaim Asih with a deathly paled face.
The figure was getting closer. Slowly it seems a little obvious. “This is me, Asih.”
The young widow opened her eyes wide. Little by little his consciousness also woke up and began to recognize who was standing before him. “Juragan? What is Juragan?” tanya Asih was still a bit hesitant to be sure.
The figure is smiling. Showing his row of white teeth in the midst of the dim reflection of kitchen light. “Yes, this is me,” he replied while watching the maid's face. “Where are you, Asih, these malem-malem out of the house?”
Asih tried to throw his face from the sight and sharp gaze of his employer. Worried if the perlente man will think things, especially with his condition like that. “M-sorry me, Juragan. S-I .. from ...” Juragan Juanda looked at him deeply, waiting until the servant finished speaking. “S-me ... from outside, Juragan.”
Sounded softly snoring the man, then continued to ask back, “Iya, I know. Keep ... what are you doing these malems out there, hhmm?”
Trying to twist the brain. Looking for reasons so that the incident that had just happened to him earlier, did not get sniffed by his employer. “S-me .. from wow[1], Juragan,” the answer lies. “Y-yaaa, uh .. yes, from there.” The woman's voice was nervous.
“Ooohh .. hhmmm,” deham Juragan Juanda while nodding. For a moment he returned to pay attention to the condition of Asih clothes that looked tangled and disheveled. “Ya, already. Go in and sleep there. I see it looks like you're exhausted.”
Asih just realized, then hurriedly wiped the sweat on the face. “M-sorry me, Juragan. S-me ...” He doesn't know what to say. Quietly thinking if the employer is certainly guessing. “ ... But, is there anything I need to help do for Juragan?”
Juragan Juanda smiled faintly.
“Kalo do not mind, I just want to coffee, Asih,” he said slowly accompanied by eyeballs that move agile like hiding something.
The old man who still looked handsome again smiled faintly. Not then passed from there, but stood still, watching for a moment the young widow who was busy making the drink from behind.
“Juragan, coffee to be brought—“ Saying Asih stopped once turning the body. The old perlente figure was no longer there. ‘Where is Juragan?’ask him while he was down. ‘Terus ... Where should I put this coffee, huh?’Before lifting the glass, he first fix the clothes on the chest. It was only realized if the condition was rather open and incorrectly clenched the buttons when in a hurry to go from the saung in the middle of the plantation. ‘Gusti Nu Agung, did Juragan Juanda had time to see me like this? Yes, Allah!’
Worried that the steeping of coffee was cold, then Asih decided to immediately take his employer's order to the middle room. The usual place Juragan Juanda sat around resting. But the figure of the man did not appear there. ‘ ... Or maybe in his own room?’ Confused himself the woman wondered. ‘Perhaps it's best to get there.’
“Ssttt ... do not enter the room, Asih!” Suddenly someone whispered as soon as Asih arrived at the door of the room and was about to knock on the door.
“Juragan?”
The figure that was being sought was already standing, not far from the doorway of his own room. “My wife has just slept,” added back Juragan Juanda still with a soft tone of voice. “Please just put the coffee behind the homepage.”
The woman nodded. “Good, Juragan,” reply quickly went from there, bringing the coffee cup to the requested place. Another area behind the house. There is a separate building in the form of a small saung measuring 2X2 meters2.
“You want to go to bed, ‘kan, Asih?” juragan Juanda asked later as the maid placed a drink glass over the saung halls, next to the old man. “There's more I have to do, Juragan?” Ask and wait until answered.
Juragan Juanda did not immediately answer, he instead sat leaning on the saung pole, under the shade of a small lamp perched like a lantern. His view was directed at the dimness of conditions outside the house breezing the night wind. Empty is like a sturdy building without the intake of life.
“No,” replied The man after sighing for a moment. “I just want to sit here. Mulling ... or also chatting.”
Asih tried to digest the words of his employer.
“ ... But there is nothing I can talk to tonight,” added Juanda Juragan back. “From this afternoon I was looking for Sadam, but at this time I also found belom.” Asih's heart trembled instantly when his master called the name. “Maybe you've seen him today, Asih?”
“E-not, J-juragan,” replied the young widow nervously as she shook her head slowly. Instantly, the incident in the saung in the middle of the plantation area some time ago, came back into the shadows. The pain suddenly recurred slicing.
“Ooohh, what a pity if so,” Juragan Juanda said later. “Do not know why, lately .. it is very difficult to find Sadam. Though every two days, usually he always comes to visit here.”
Asih did not reply. Accidentally standing sideways, avoiding himself from the direction of his employer's view. Repeatedly biting his own lips, holding the sob not to break and drawing the question of the nearby figure.
“Living in this big house, but it feels like I am always alone here,” also Juragan Juanda continued complaining. “Sickly wife, child is long gone. Sometimes, I also often feel homesick, want the atmosphere of kayaking first, where my only child is still there and gathered together. But now ... This house is lifeless. Silence without voices Sukaesih.”
...SERIATE...