The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 64
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 64...
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The sparkling world with all its beauty and temptations will continue to blind the eyes of the human heart and mind until the apocalypse. Lack of gratitude and inability to be patient in the face of the test, often also stripped of the existing faith. That will continue, because the vows and promises of Satan to God used to still hold true.
Basri, a thin man who is a mere child of Mbah Jarwo, the sole heir to the family fortune, actually chose a shortcut to change the family economy. Become an earthly servitor with the help of cursed creatures rather than laboriously squeezing sweat in the heat of the field. Although now his life has changed drastically and began to prosper, but still do not want to escape from the snares of Satan's perverted appeal. He survives the gambling world from place to place to support the family, but not once can enjoy itself essentially. That's the snare of the vicious cycle. At first glance like to suffice, behind all that actually just wants to plunge humanity to the lowest level. Property owned by the wrong way, allotted it just to show off mere arrogance. Far from the basis of honesty that exists, it turns out that the adherents of pesugihan more wretched and suffering.
Basri knew the consequences of his fellowship would have on his beloved little family. Starting from the physical and mental disorders of Lastri and Aryan and Maryam since then. But he still insisted on continuing his misguided. Because it is sure that everything will be handled easily through the help of Ki Jarok. As told at the meeting he had with the old shaman some time later at the foot of Mount Halimun. “Now, Young Man. It was just the genie's snooze of the talisman's guardian. Hik-hik,” he said giving an explanation.
‘Zinc? It makes no sense!’ Basri. ‘How can a country of such creatures like to be silly?’
“He just wants to introduce himself to your family, Basri,” added Ki Jarok back. “The evidence so far you've all been fine, haven't you? Hik-hik!”
“Yes, it is like that, but obviously it makes me often feel uncomfortable if I have to leave them long, Ki,” reply Basri still can not convince himself.
“Take it easy, Young Man. As long as you do not neglect your duty towards the amulet, everything will be fine,” Ki Jarok explained. “Even ... without having to ask for it, I've given you a tough guard figure that will keep you from situations you don't want.”
“Subscriber figure? Aki Intent ...”
The old shaman laughed.
“Hik-hik, you haven't noticed it all this time, Basri?” Ki Jarok asked back. Of course, this made the man think for a while. He muttered in his heart, ‘Is it possible that Ki Jarok meant something that had to do with something that had happened when Brutus and his men ran away in a storm that night? Also ... about what happened to Aryan when we just occupied his rented house Mbah Karni? Yes, it could be. He-he. Good, at least now I don't have to worry about the things I don't want. But ... What about my family when they leave?'
Then about the incident that has been experienced by Lastri a few months before, does it also include a creature figure that is meant by Ki Jarok?
“Turn off all your clothes, Young man,” Ki Jarok said before Basri had revealed the contents of his head earlier. “Purnama will soon appear right above the sky there.”
“Ah, really?” The only child of Mbah Jarwo looked up to the ceiling of the hut. Peering at a beam of white light that broke through the gap of the roof rumbia.”"Quickly once time passes, Ki.”
“Hhmmm ...” The old shaman replied to Basri's question. Then he immediately smoothed his seat, cross-legged reverently in front of the censer with a puff of stifling white smoke. Slowly clenched his eyes and began to chant the mantra sentences.
The cold sweep of the night wind that broke through the hut wall suddenly came jerking. It feels like stabbing pain in every hole of the pores that are weaned. Makes Basri's body intermittently wobble to the right and left sides, holding a nipple snapping all over the joint. It was not just an ordinary natural phenomenon, but as one of the signs that the dimensional gate of the world of darkness had begun to unfold wide. Lead the inhabitants of astral beings across the bridge of the human realm.
“Aarggghhh!” The sound of Ki Jarok's moans momentarily startled the crowded atmosphere that had now turned black, without a single speck of flame that was horrified in the narrow and musty room. “Come ...come ...” murmur that elongated white-haired old shaman among gripping sighs. “Come ... O inhabitants of the dark world. Here we have been waiting ...”
Basri tried to peek out of his chicken. I just want to know what is going on right now. But none of them were visible. Just tightness and matching color there, ie black stroking. I don't know since when the little lantern hanging on the wall there was extinguished before she knitted her eyelids earlier. Maybe because ….
“Ah!”
The squeaky man gasped in shock, so he felt the surface of the skin of his shoulders like someone touching softly, accompanied by strange sighing sounds, and a cold gust hit the earlobes.
‘Who is this?’ tanya Basri along with the ripples of feathers on his nape simultaneously held high. ‘What Is Ki Jarok? Ah, there's no way he did it. This touch was like a feathery hair that swept gently. And ...’
Out of curiosity, Basri immediately moved his hands up to grab something that was still touching his shoulder. It is blocked like a fingers filled with thick leaves with elongated nails.
“Aaarrgghhh!” There was a squealing sound accompanied by a move away from Basri's fingers checks. So quickly dodged and whether intentionally or not, had scratched the sharp skin of the man to cause pain.
“Gosh!” Basri came jerking.
“Be quiet ...” A small, short whisper reminded the screeching man not to let out any words. I don't know who, but he guessed it was Ki Jarok's voice.
“Ki ...”
“Hi-hi ..”
‘Yes, Lord .. Whose voice is that again? Definitely not Ki Jarok.’ Basri was shivering violently. This time not because of the cold attack of the wind, but because of the fear that began to spread to the crown.
Not only did it get there, starting with the sounds of giggling laughter, then increasing with echoes like the conversations of many people in a room echoed. Surprisingly, not a single sentence that sounded was understood by Basri. The longer they approach and ….
Suddenly Basri's consciousness weakened. The dense black that was originally seen between the picing and the work, slowly turned pale yellowing accompanied by a ringing circling around the head.
‘What happened to me? This ... this .. such as ...’
...SERIATE...