The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 55
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 55...
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Asih further close the catupan eyelids. Endure and hope, the clear puddle does not spill and wet the cheeks. ‘Kesih ...’ muttered in the heart. Instantly, the pain became even worse.
“Asih ...” call Juragan Juanda jerking daydream. The woman's hurry said stammering, “I-iya, J-juragan.” Soon he wiped the wet seepage that almost melted from the bulking fortress of his eyes.
“You heard what I said earlier, ‘kan?” asked the man while watching the maid.
“I-iya, T-of course, Nurse. Hiks!” Unaware he sobbed.
“You cry, Asih?” Juragan Juanda got up from his seat, approached Asih from the side, and looked at the young widow's face.
“Ah, no, Nurse!” reply Asih hurriedly turned his face. “S-i justan .. inget same deceased ... Neng Kesih's. Hicks! Hiks!”
“Yes, God! You cry, Asih!” yelled Juragan Juanda while holding Asih's shoulder and turning it face to face. “Why? Sit ... sit here first, Asih,” pinta old man perlente, pull and invite him to sit on the outskirts of the saung halls. “Tenace. What is this really?”
Asih.
“Nothing, Nurse. S-me .. just feel sad for the departure of Neng Kesih first. Hicks! Hiks!”
“Iya .. yes, Asih. Calm down first. Don't cry.”
The swipe of the man's burly arm on his shoulder, slightly made Asih feel much calmer. But behind all that, suddenly the woman was like getting a breath of fresh air for what she had been holding. Unknowingly and timidly, the young widow tilted her body to the side, dropping her head, right on the shoulders of the Juanda Magistrate.
“M-maafin s-me, Juragan,” said Asih sobbing sedan. “Sorry me ...”
The old man was shocked. For a moment he was silent with a sudden heartbeat. Didn't expect at all if Asih would behave like that to her.
“I-iya, it's okay, Asih. T-quiet ...” said Juragan Juanda stuttered. The jaundice warmed up. Like a father treating his own son. “You I already consider as my own family here. If there's anything, tell me. What was? Maybe I can help or—“
“Yes, Allah!” exclaim Asih suddenly returned while raising his head and away from the side of Juanda. “I'm sorry, Juragan! Astarghfirullah!”
“Asih?”
“Sorry, Nurse. I'm khilaf! Abaghfirullahal’adzim!”
The woman immediately got up and ran straight into the house. He did not care even though Juragan Juanda called him many times.
‘Stupid once!’ rutuk Asih in the middle of his run. ‘Why can I be this stupid, Lord?! Can't I just hold on a little? Not acting so recklessly as before! Ah, dammit! I feel really ashamed now of Juragan Juanda! Huh!’
BRACKET!
Asih looked back at the mirror, slowly opening her kebaya and breastplate. Then circling to examine the details of the curves of his own body. Then the smile also split both cheeks. ‘Hhmmm .. I'm sure, Juragan Juanda still has passion. Although he is no longer young, he ...’
GECK! GECK! GECK!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the room.
“Who?” tanya Asih was surprised and hurriedly grabbed the blanket on the mattress, in order to cover the exposed upper part of her body.
There's no answer. Silent.
“S-who, yes?”
GECK! GECK! GECK!
‘Ah, who, anyway? Is it ...’Slowly open the door a little. Gives a gap to peek outside. And ....
“Juragan?”
The old man looked smiling. He pushed the door and slipped into the room. Surprisingly, Asih did not try at all to restrain or forbid the employer to advance.
“I can not sleep, Asih,” said Juragan Juanda whispered, then pushed back the door leaf with his butt until it was closed tightly.
“What will Juragan do? S-me ...”
“I still want to chat with you, Asih,” whispered the man while holding both shoulders of his assistant. Asih intended to pull over, but precisely the check on the blanket cloth on the woman's body just slipped away. Immediately, those old eyes were wide.
“Ah, sorryin, Juragan,” said Asih hurriedly about to cover back his chest earlier.
“Do not, Asih! Let kayak ‘gitu!” juragan Juanda exclaimed to prevent the fingers from pulling the blanket to the middle. “S-me ... very liked ..nya.” Without being asked, the stocky arm was raised up with the fingers expanding wide. Slowly touch the open part.
“J-juragan ...” Sigh Asih accompanied by roar jerking chest. Hoping that it was not a dream that he had previously experienced while sleeping with Sadam in the saung earlier. “J-don't ... Juragan.”
Instead of stopping, the old man was getting worse. The snoring of the breath hunt immediately penetrated warmly into the surface of the skin behind the ear and neck area. The eyes of Asih are also closed to chickens. Enjoying the treatment of his master, like a giant baby who was stricken with thirst for many years.
“I want it so badly, Asih,” whispered Juragan Juanda between gasping breath attacking his old lungs. “Moon-months I hang on with this feeling same as you, Asih. Now ... I want ...”
“Juragan ..”
The two fell rolling over the hard and slightly smelly bed. They don't care. Especially with the sound of creaking of the friction of the wooden bed withstanding the heavy burden of the bodies that are struggling. The young woman smiled triumphantly instead, muttering cheerfully in my heart, ‘Finally ... This old man fell into my arms as well. Hi-hi. Just a few more steps, I'll get everything round and round. His love ... also his treasure.’
“Aahhh!” Asih sighed softly as the old man's head descended down every inch of his body. Slowly with the endless sound of the kiss, the mouth of the Juanda Spirits stopped poking. Right at the top of the stomach that has been exposed so freely.
...SERIATE...