The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 57
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 57...
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Not long after, two male and female figures appeared entering the room. They were Elim and Aat, both servants who worked at Juanda's mansion. Both of them woke up as soon as they heard the noise in the middle of the night.
“Asih, what happened?” tanya Elim once entered the room with Aat, saw Asih sobbed in the condition of the body wrapped in a blanket cloth. “Yes, Neng Asih, what is this? I was horrified, Juragan was angry earlier. Tell me about Mamang, Neng.”
Not directly answering, Asih instead hugged the old body of Elim. “Ceu .. please me, Ceu,” he said accompanied by prolonged sobs.
“Yes, what is it exactly, Neng?” ask Elim confused. Same with Aat.
“J-juragan ... J-juragan ... desecrate me, Ceu.”
“What?” exclaimed Elim surprised.
Followed by Aat with a wide gaping mouth. “Juragan Juanda .. rape Neng Asih?”
“I-iya, Mang!”
“Astaghfirullahal’adzim! Not surprisingly Juragan did that with Neng Asih!”
“Gusti Nu Agung!”
When the two parents were thinking, secretly Asih even smiled cunningly. ‘You think it'll be that easy you dumped me, Juanda? Nah! I won't stay silent! Huh! My dream of getting you will never be extinguished. It's time, I got that old woman off your side, Juanda! Hi-hi!’
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The moon is full of white in blue sky. Decorated flickering stars flickering flirtatiously in the sky, as if he was busy tempting millions of pairs of natural creatures to lift their faces and worship their beauty. Truly the most beautiful night without a blockage of clouds that tarnish in the midst of the rest of the king of the ruler, the sun.
Far from the hustle and bustle of the urban atmosphere that almost refused to sleep by worldly devotees, a man actually sat alone in a quiet place on the outskirts of Kedawung village. Crossed upright with the position of both palms docked in front of the chest, accompanied by closed eyes and pronunciation of certain sentences. In front of him billowing white smoke smelling of wood sap, as fragrant as it spreads swept gusts of wind, giving rise to seeds of mystical aroma throughout the area.
“Hhmmm ...” deham the figure is almost similar to a creepy growling sound, then continue to say in the local language, “ ... Asma pangawasa khodam nu ngancik dina ieu wartu nu mangrupa talisman corpse, nyuhunkeun pitulung ningang keur confused, bantosan nalika keur caseahan, sareng kajayaan miraga kana kana you mengajaga tina kapapaehan. Hhmmm, present ... present .. present!”
A moment later he opened his eyes, then took out a neatly folded black cloth, loosened at the side. With great care and respect, raised high above the head, then rubbed into the crown, and last kissed several times like a sacred heirloom.
“Tonight ... I present a special banquet for you, o residents of the corpse rope amulet. Ngancik sing timeless, at home just contemplate, ngajaga nu sakuduna forced by me Anjeun saparakanca. Hhmmm, a piece of ieu haseup, ambeu tong dugika weureu .. hopefully it can make you more useful to me, forever.”
Slowly the black cloth was lowered, grilled on top of the smoke, then moved left and right and then circling. After that sprinkled with colorful flowers as decorate the surface of the navel to be visited. Fragrant fragrance mixed with the aroma of frankincense and concentrated oil commonly used to scent the corpse before being drained.
“Gosh!” exclaimed this man, none other than Basri who is doing routine rituals on corpse rope talismans every full moon. He turned his head in shock and saw another figure not far from him, standing stiffly under the moonlight. “K-you ... why come here?” tanyanya stuttered after being hit by an extraordinary shock.
A female figure with a cloth dangled long to cover both legs, and in each of the four parts strongly bound to turn off the motion to the top of the head. In addition to the neck to the chest, open freely showing something behind the inside that blocked the folds of both hands. The pale white of his skin was exposed to the light of the full moon.
“Back belongs to me, Kang. Please,” said the figure earlier. It is not clear how he actually looks, because part of the area is covered with white cotton cotton cotton. “That was my last, Kang. Please balikkin ..”
Spontaneous Basri's body shook violently. Shivering between enduring fear and the cold gusts of the night wind.
“S-sukaesih ...” said the skinny man called the figure. “Why do you always follow me? Didn't you have been properly reburied by the citizens of your village?”
The creepy figure who was in the form of Sukaesih was crying bitterly. Then replied softly, “No, Kang. I want my property returned. That's my shroud strap, Kang. Please return it now.”
“No, Sorrow! This thing is already mine!” exclaim Basri. “You have no right to take this Corpse Talisman!”
“Please, Kang,” pinta Sukaesih does not want to give up. “I want to calm down. Return my shroud strap.”
“Now!” jolt the man while getting up and clutching the black cloth in his hand. “I will not be able to return this amulet to you!”
“Kang!” This time Sukaesih's voice turned up. It was like yelling and getting angry. “Balikkin, Kang!”
“No, Sorrow! Not going!”
Sounded eerie from the figure of Sukaesih. His body that looked stiff to the point of shaking violently and dropped some cotton cotton cotton on the face. Immediately now shows the original condition of his face that has been damaged and smells bad.
“Gosh!” exclaimed Basri increasingly shocked made. He still remembers very well how it used to be when dismantling the Sukaesih grave and had to pay attention to the condition of the body of the woman's corpse. Now it's even more horrible. “Hooeekkkk!” This man vomited violently so smelling the strong scent of carcasses piercing the respiratory cavity. “Go from here, Kesih!”
“Aarrgghh ... no! I'll keep demanding you return my belongings, Abas!”
“I won't give it to you!”
Sukaesih back snarling great. “Aarrgghh .. if so, I will be forced to take it, Abas!”
Basri smiled narrowly. “Try it if you dare, Sukaesih!” he shouted while hurriedly wearing a black cloth in his hand which turned out to be a set of clothes. This man was very sure, any kind of demon would be afraid of the talisman magic he had. Wasn't it proven before when dealing with Brutus and the pock-faced boy?
Suddenly I heard a giggle like this. The figure laughed creepily. Showing a large cavity in his mouth that is only a row of black teeth, full of crowded with small movements of white maggots.
“Freely, Abas!” sukaesih was accompanied by her laughter. “That thing won't scare me and go away. That, ‘kan, is mine. Hi-hi!”
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