The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 58
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 58...
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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!”
“Satan bastard!” rutuk the czech man ignited his emotions. “How can this Corpse Rope Amulet have no effect on him? Shit!” The courage that had appeared earlier, spontaneously changed with fear. His dull face was now paled. “Ki Jarok, help me!”
“Hi-hi! There is no point in calling the old witch doctor, Abaz! He won't be able to help you now. Hi-hi!”
“Gosh!”
Suddenly his foot was not moved. Basri tried to swing a step and intended to escape from that place, but the surface of the earth seemed to be strong blocking his tracks.
“Ki Jarok, tolooonnggg!”
Likesih started moving. Stretch both hands forward with the fingers open. His claws were ready to swing to shred the man's body. Strange, even without stepping, the figure of the woman is getting closer quickly.
“Death to you, Abas!”
“Aaahhh!” basri's screams thrashed about to fight back as best he could. But the fingernails of Sukaesih are very sharp. The pain immediately hit the surface of the flesh skin. “A-ampunn, Sorrow! W-ampuunnn! D-don't kill me! Stopit! Hentikaaanannn!”
BRUK!
The man's body collapsed kissing the ground. As the pain grew. Jontor's lips were bitten and bleeding.
“Aaahhh ..” scream Basri fatigue. Hurriedly turned his body face up and prepared to withstand the next attack. “Aaahh ... Peezy? K-poor .. ah, damn!” He opened his eyes wide. Focus on looking ahead. He slowly realized that he was in his room. ‘Dog! Apparently I'm dreaming!’ curse the man scolding. Found himself lying on the cement floor and cold.
“Uuuhh .. very painful!”
He checked for pain in his chest and arms. There are some wounds like scratches. Not because of a sukaesih, but because of his own fingers. It was clearly visible from the red stains mixed with black dirt adorning the inner end of his nails.
“Huh, dog!”
Then limped up, again sitting on the edge of the bed. There's only him there. I don't know where Lastri is. As soon as he glanced at the wall clock, he realized that the time was already showing almost seven o'clock in the morning.
Still haunted by the fear of the dream, Basri stepped outside the room. Finding the children, Aryan and Maryam, are engrossed in playing his wife's new cell phone.
The boy stared for a while and replied, “There's behind, sir. Nyuci.” Then he went back to playing gadgets with his sister.
“Ooohhh.”
With gontai steps, Basri headed for the shower water that was just behind the outside of the kitchen. The food seemed to be on the dining table. Still intact. His wife and son may not have had breakfast.
Justright. As soon as he looked outside the kitchen door, Lastri was busy washing himself there.
“Eh, Father,” said the woman was so aware of her husband's presence. “It's awake apparently. Want to eat now?” He got up from his original squatting position. Wagging hands throwing soap foam that sticks.
“Still wash it for a long time, Bu?” basri asked half lazily.
“A little more, Sir,” replied Lastri. “Tuh, stay your clothes that.” He pointed at the dry pile of dirty clothes in another bucket.
Spontaneous, Basri's eyes widened violently as he turned in the direction his wife had pointed just now. His clothes were all black and so he was familiar.
“Astaghfir .. uh, astaganaga, Mom!” the czech man was shocked. Then quickly pick up the clothes from the bucket. “Why are you washing these clothes, huh?!” ask her with a high voice. Lastri did not answer. The woman looked at her husband's face deeply.
“You're angry, Sir?”
“Yes, obviously I'm mar—“ Rush Basri held back his words. Breathe a few seconds, then change the sound to be slower and softer. “I mean ... This is my job if you care in the city, Mom. J-don't carelessly you just wash it.”
“Nguli?” Lastri's forehead wrinkled. “Not memandorin?”
“Yes, that means it, ma'am. He-he,” said Basri softened himself. “ ... And I mean also, purify this use let me do it myself, deh, later. Now we have breakfast. The kids wait, right, in front. Yuk.”
“You are getting weird, sir,” said the woman while cleaning her hands and feet in the shower. “What is it using, anyway? Feelings, I belom ever see Mr. make, deh.”
“I-yalah,” replied to her husband while looking for the right sentence to answer. “I said too, ‘kan, use dines. Time at the make pangsi house? So it's like aki-aki. He-he.”
Lastri said that this morning accidentally dropped Basri's small bag hanging in the room. When he was about to be returned to his place of origin, he was curious about the contents. “Kok, as if someone has done ‘gitu in his dalem,” said the woman. Then checked and saw there was a pile of all-black clothes complete with a set. “I think, it's dirty pakean. It smells so good. Kayak there are asep smells and moth oil ‘that's it. That's why I broke up to wash all.”
‘Gawat,’ murmured Basri while listening to his wife's speech. ‘ ... Little by little, Pastri knows more and more about me. Especially the clothes containing the Corpse Talisman. Why hasn't it occurred to me to make a special place to hide the suspension while I'm home? But ... are you sure it's safe, huh? Recalling Ki Jarok's message used to say ..’
‘I deliberately put it there, as a symbol of the importance of you guarding and caring for the object as long as you have. Just as important as your male organ, Basri. If you meet the requirements I give you, then your life will turn futile and crumble slowly. Hik-hik.’
While Lastri himself thinks differently about her husband. ‘Kang Basri's attitude has gotten weirder these past few months. Looks like she's hiding something from me,’ is implying the woman secretly. ‘Especially to see his attitude earlier about that strange black shirt. Is it possible that he is not telling the truth? Clothing in the form of pangsi commonly used by men when they want to work in the rice field. Does it have anything to do with his story all along, that he worked as a foreman at a chicken farm? Ah, suddenly I smell like there's another scent of all this. But I don't know what.’ Then Lastri remembered the stories circulating in the Cijengkol community some time ago about her husband; Basri became a begal, a robber, or could also make a special agreement with invisible creatures. ‘ ... Take pigs, for example. Yes, Allah .. This is impossible. I never saw him go out in the car while he was at home. Fulfillment of the obligation of worship is also good. It is impossible if it reaches Kang Basri ..’
“Bu, want to eat no?” tanya Basri broke the daydream. He and the kids were getting ready at the dinner table. “Kok, even dumb?”
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