The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 6

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 6...

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'There's also a lot of money this Lastri, ' to the old woman. 'What's Basri's job, anyway? Hhmmm, so curious. Let's not let him run out. In fact, right, a week does not go home, uh .. know-know-know-how bring a lot of money. Wow, this is kudu watch out. Do not let my trading capital disappear suddenly later.'

"This is the change, Ms. Las," said Bariah while handing over thirty thousand dollars.

"Thank you, Mom."

"Eh, but …."

"Yes, what's up, Mom?" Lastri's steps were restrained as soon as he was about to rush out of the stall.

"Don't forget to tell Mas Basri, invite my son the Supri to cooperate with your husband," said Bariah as well as want to fish out what the real work of the husband of Lastri.

Lastri smiled wryly. The ideal then, "Yes, Mom, I'll be with Bang Basri." Then she quickly left the Bariah stall and hoped there would be no more talk of her husband.

After the death of Lastri, Bariah hastily checked the drawer where the money is stored. Check the money sheet the neighbor gave earlier. Seen, touched, and illuminated. 'Hhmmm, original all. Just like money in general. Amit-amit, deh, do not let it turn into dry leaves kayak in the films. Hiiyyy!'

Meanwhile, Basri's condition in his room, the man did not necessarily close his eyes so lay down on the bed. He was busy remembering the incident when he just woke up at Ki Jarok's house two days ago. Waking up in a state of not wearing any cloth, rolled weakly with a body full of sprinkles.

'What happened to me?' asked Basri astonished while looking at himself among the dim light of the small lamp in the room. Suddenly he felt cold and shivering violently under the puff of smoke from the censer. 'Where's the old shaman?'

Basri got up, intending to get down from the bamboo cot which was quite hard and painful.

"Good, you finally woke up too, Young man," said one voice belonging to Ki Jarok from the other doorway and quite dark. Basri immediately turned his head in shock, and immediately closed his maleness with both palms. "Sleep you too, Basri. He-he."

The man stared intently at the old figure, then asked worriedly, "What is Aki doing with me? Why am I naked like this?" Basri secretly checked his buttocks. Afraid of anything happening while she had fainted since January. There was nothing strange or painful in the area.

Now reply Ki Jarok who turned fiercely. "What do you think I did to you, Son of Satan?! Goddamnit!" rutuk the old figure was offended by Basri's attitude just now. "I'm just helping to cleanse your body and also keep you away from the bad influence of the corpse that you've torn apart. Understand?!"

"Y-yeah, Ki. M-sorry me," Basri hurriedly prayed his apology. He hesitated to continue down from the hall or just sit still waiting for Ki Jarok's next order.

Suddenly the old shaman threw a piece of clothing at Basri. "Wear this and wear it before I throw up to see you like that!" jolt with a tone of rage.

Quickly Basri grabbed the clothes earlier and immediately put them on right then and there. Slightly smelling musty and quite rough the material is so used. The black-black suit looks like a pangsi model and is rather large once tried.

"M-sorry, Ki. B-not what I mean—"

"Shut up!" added Ki Jarok back still with an angry tone. "You know what clothes I gave you, huh?!"

Basri noticed the clothes he was wearing. Just a regular dress and pants. Nothing special. It also smells like old stored traces and mixes the scent of frankincense.

"I've put the corpse together in that shirt, Basri!" exclaimed Ki Jarok with a bitter look at Basri. Spontaneously the man fumbled the clothes on his body. "Just inside your pants!"

"What?"

Basri directly checked the base of his pants. There it was like there was a round block embedded in the seam. "Geez!" She's shocked. 'Why put it here, anyway? Isn't there any other part that's more worthy of keeping this damn thing? Huh!'

"Ha-ha!" Suddenly, Ki Jarok rang out in the stuffy and dimly lit room. "You must be wondering, right? Ha-ha! I purposely put it there, as a symbol of the importance of you keeping and caring for it as long as you have."

Basri frowned confusedly. "I mean?" tanyanya while watching the face of the old shaman.

Ki Jarok only replied after his laughter subsided, "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. Hick-hick."

"I still don't understand, Ki," Basri said. "Can you talk more specifically?"

"Look at you, Shucks!" the old shaman was offended. "Listen to what I say this is fine …."

Basri's daydreams fell apart as soon as he heard Lastri call him. "Sir, get up first. Already want Magrib, nih," exclaimed the woman while knocking on the door of the room.

'Damn it! That woman is just disturbing!' gerutu Basri's. 'Can't I, anyway, sleep for a second? Huh! I couldn't close my eyes at all.'

"Sir, take a shower first. Praying Magrib soon, you know."

A salad?

Basri. Just remembered now, it's one of the things that he should avoid starting two days ago or exactly when Ki Jarok gave the advice, from this second stay away from all rituals that smell religious and your beliefs. Because those things are what our ancestors hated the most, and will make the power of the corpse rope amulet that you have now fade."

Basri chuckled inwardly. Without being ruled, he rarely carries out obligations according to his religion. A salad? Make what? All this time never able to change the way of life from the terrible poverty that always enveloped the family, thought the man.

Then how to get around Ki Jarok's orders about that from Lastri? During this time, the woman was a wife who obeyed religious orders. Should it be the old way? Pretending to go outside, to break, but actually just hitchhiking at a patrol post or coffee shop with friends of the same fate.

...SERIATE...