The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 59
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 59...
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“Bu, want to eat no?” tanya Basri broke the daydream. He and the kids were getting ready at the dinner table. “Kok, even dumb?”
The woman hurriedly smiled.
“Eh, no, sir. I just .... suddenly just inget the same Abah and Ambu.”
“Hhmmm,” deham the czech man. “Let's have time, we go to Sirnagalih again, Mom. Now, ‘kan, belom menekpin.”
Mangut-mangut. “I'm just worried, Abah same Ambu came to Cijengkol, but he's not living there. Very sorry, ‘kan?”
Basri glanced at Aryan and Maryam.
“Ya, already. Don't think about it, Mom. Now we eat. The kids are tired, though. Bener, ‘kan, Iyan-Iyam?”
“Iya, Sir!” answer the two children together.
The usual menu is very appetizing. Fried chicken complete with steaming warm pollen rice inside an electric rice cooker. But as usual, Basri will not want to eat. Enough rice sprinkled with a little salt and his favorite sauce.
Secretly Lastri glanced at her husband's plate, then muttered back in her heart, ‘That too. His eating habits are strange. Absolutely never want to participate in enjoying the results of my delicious and meat-based cooking. Is it really due to disease? Kang Basri has always looked healthy. Even very contrary to Ambu's story first, that Kang Basri really liked the duck meat snacks since childhood.’ While feeding the food, the woman kept thinking. ‘ ... My little heart says, this is not due to disease. But Kang Basri is like undergoing certain conditions and restrictions. I don't know what that is. I kept wondering like this! Huh!’
Question after question comes along and goes. The woman's mind was almost full without a single answer that could ease her curiosity. She deliberately did not talk much about it, but secretly continued to monitor her husband's attitude. Until one day he left as usual.
“I go first, yes, Mom,” Basri said goodbye. “Please take care of the children. If you need help, you can ask Mbah Karni. Or call me immediately, yes?” The woman clucked as her husband mentioned the name of the old man who owned the rented house they were staying in.
“How long will you be going this time, Sir?” lastri asked as if he felt heavy to leave the man. Answer Basri, “As usual, Mom. At least two or four days. I'll tell you later, if it's time to go home. Would you like some souvenirs?” A small chuckle oozed out from his dull face.
Gumam Lastri, ‘I didn't ask for it, Kang Basri. Just want your honesty. That.’
“Most, deh, Sir. I told you right away if you want to go home, yes.”
Now alternately the man spoke to his two children, Aryan and Maryam. “Kak Iyan and Adek Iyam, don't be naughty, huh? Help Mom at home as long as Dad goes.”
“Iya, Sir,” answer both. “Too request toys can not, Sir?” asked Aryan, followed by Maryam proposed the same thing. “Buyin new doll, dong, sir. Iyam's old dolls have started to break.”
Basri smiled haru.
“Iya, Sir.”
After that, Basri began to step away from his small family. Accompanied by the wave and smiles of the three loved ones in front of the yard.
“Depart, Sir?” asked Mbah Karni as soon as this man passed in front of his house. Answer Basri, “Iya, Mbah. Biases ... usrip (heavy work). He-he.”
“Wife and children left at home, sir?”
“Iya, Mbah,” replied back to the little guy, then told Mbah Karni, “Titip my family yes, Mbah, as long as I go. If there's anything, call me.”
The old figure chuckled. “Oh, that's easy, sir. Anyway Mr. Basri just calm-quiet out there, let the business was I help-help.”
“Oh, thank you very much, Mbah,” said Basri while greeting Mbah Karni. “I don't know what to say, except to thank you. He-he.”
“Halah, don't hesitate, Mr. Basri. We, ‘kan, are nobody else. Let's just say, family from far ‘gitu. Hik-hik.”
“He-he. Mbah could have been.”
After Basri died, Mbah Karni quietly reviewed the smile of a goat. Several times he muttered himself and turned to the location of his rented house on the side.
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After the incident at midnight, Asih quietly left Juanda's home in the morning blind. Carrying only a few supplies of clothes and potluck money, the young widow slipped out through the kitchen.
‘I have to quickly go from here for a while, while there is an opportunity,’ muttered Asih while looking around the direction to make sure that the current situation is safe. ‘Juanda's Nurse attitude should not be allowed to drag on. I need to find another way to get him back to being close to me. Huh, dammit! All this happened because of that fucker Sadam!’
Not an easy and close journey that must be undertaken Asih, he must continue to break through the tall grass and leaves of trees that block along the steps. Heading to a secluded place and he had visited before.
“There is a need especially to come here, Cah Ayu? Hik-hik,” asked someone once the woman arrived at her destination almost in the afternoon. Asih snorted loudly, pouted, and said like a child to a father. “This is still related to the problem that used to be, Ki,” he replied complaining.
“What problems, Cah Ayu? Juanda's business again? Hik-hik!” The typical laugh was back to curl, roaring in a small, almost dark room. The smell of incense coming from the smoke of the incense, making Asih several times have to cough pain after answering through his nod. “Not done yet apparently your intention to captivate the old man, Asih.”
“Something has happened between us, Ki,” said the young widow again complaining. “Juragan Juanda found out that I was playing with another man. That was fatal, Ki. Though, a little more, I'll get that handsome old man. Huh!”
The figure of the long-bearded and white old man nodded. “Terus ... What about the current condition of Sumiarsih? Is she—“
Tukas Asih quickly, “I've done all the commands from Aki. It makes it hurt slowly. But ...” The woman swallowed for a moment. “ ... Why don't we just make it die quickly like his son used to, Ki?”
...SERIATE...