The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 65
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 65...
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‘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 ...’
Not having time to think longer and complete his murmur, the skinny body of the man staggered to the side and fell unconscious.
“Hik-hik!”
Someone laughed curiously as soon as he knew Basri's condition now.
“Bring him to your place and enjoy a night of fun parties as much as you. Hik-hik!”
The giggling sounds were even more boisterous. Then many people grabbed Basri's body lying on the ground floor, lifted him to his feet, and then walked in a direction among the clutches of darkness of other realms.
“Happy fun, Young man,” Ki Jarok said after the boisterous voices slowly went away. Then immediately re-lit the small lantern on the wall of the hut, giving a little illumination of the condition of the narrow room that he now lives in silence. “Now ... I will also please myself in my own way. Hik-hik!”
The old shaman stepped up, again occupying the place where he had been sitting cross-legged. More precisely approached a thin man who was frozen dry on the cold floor of his hut.
“Basri ...”
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Meanwhile, in Kampung Kedawung, where Lastri and his two children live in an old rented house owned by Mbah Karni, after performing Maghrib prayer, the three sat around gathered in the living room while enjoying television. They yawned intermittently with eye work to resist drowsiness.
‘Ya, Allah .. why is it that I feel so sleepy at this hour, huh?’ Wondering himself the woman turned her head, watching Aryan and Maryam who were sleeping on the floor mattress with her legs crossed. ‘It's not usually me like this. Hoaammm ..’ She yawned again, for some time. ‘ ... Today until not strong I teach because of this drowsiness. Now also ... ah, where has not prayed Isya anymore. Hoaammm!’
“Bu, Iyam sleepy,” whine second daughter Lastri while rising from the fall. Sticked by the first child of the same tone, “Iya, Mom. Iyan also.”
“But you guys ‘kan, belom pray Isya, Nak,” said Lastri. “Sholattah first. After that, you can go to sleep, yes.”
Aryan and Maryam looked at each other. Then the two said, “We're scared, Bu.”
“Fear what?”
“To his back shower, Bu.”
“Yes, already,” said the mother of two children finally, “Mother temenin, yuk.”
“But Iyam scared, Mom,” whining Maryam back.
"There's nothing, really. 'Kan, there's Mama with you. Yuk, wudhu first, yes.”
Aryan and Maryam also said. They followed Lastri's steps on the left-right side while holding onto her mother's negligee cloth, passing through the kitchen room. Accompanied by a pounding heart, he took off the wooden bars holding the door, then slowly opened them.
Suddenly the wind greeted from outside. Cold and so moving. Especially with the natural conditions in the distance there are pitch black. For a moment Lastri looked outside, watching the atmosphere around the back of the quiet and dim house. There is only one small incandescent lamp, hanging potluck as the lighting of the bath as well as to wash there.
“Why the hell, we should move here, Mom?” asked Aryan suddenly. “Enakan in old rented house. The bathroom is in dalem. Not kayaking here.”
Lastri tried to smile. Refracting the confusion that is being felt from the view of his children. “Already. You guys spout wudhu aja, gih. Keep praying directly. Doain the same Kak Iyan and Adek Iyam, ask the same God, so that we can soon get a much better place.”
“Udah often Iyam doain kayak ‘that's it, Mom. Part ... Free if the Father does not want shol—”
“Dek! Can't say ‘git, Dek!” Aryan quickly retorted his sister's words.
Lastri frowned at the sentence Iyam cut earlier. Ask the second daughter tesebut, “Dek Iyam mean what was it? You don't want ... What? Prayer means?”
The answer was Aryan. “Not so mean Adek, Mom, but .. we want to do congregational prayer again with the Father at home. I think it was that before. Ma'am,” he said accompanied by smiles and gestures in the form of blinks in the eyes of his sister. “Iya ‘kan, Dek?”
Maryam hesitated.
Lastri took a deep breath. The same wish she had expressed some time ago to Basri, her husband. But until now it has not been able to be done.
“Ya, already. So too ... Doain who was Adek Iyam bullain, huh? Let me assure you we're like first. Okay?”
“Iya, Ma'am,” Iyam replied slowly, as heavy should say such a thing. The little heart of the child is still sacred and is now forced to lie to the figure of the woman he loves, his mother.
Then the three immediately took the water wudu. Aryan and Maryam who took precedence, while looking back at the conditions around the house are dimly lit. Then immediately perform the ritual prayer of Isya prayer in the midst of the increasingly attacking drowsiness. Even Lastri himself had forgotten the amount of prayer rakaat, and ended his obligation by twice prostrating sahwi.
‘Astaghfirullah .. today's feeling is not too busy, but .. ah, I feel very sleepy mala mini,’ batin Lastri after saying the second greeting. ‘Kids also feel like they've gone to bed first.’
It does. After checking the condition of the two children in the next bedroom, Aryan and Maryam were already in a state of still gloved and full-fledged.
“Ya, Allah .. Iyan .. Iyam,” sigh Lastri while removing the mucous cloth still worn by Maryam. “They were both very sleepy. Sampe did not have time to remove prayer equipment, huh. Hoaammm.”
The woman again yawned widely, covered with her right palm. Then rushed back to the room, dropped on the bed, and not how long later immediately fell asleep.
Simultaneously, unbeknownst to the occupants of the house, someone slipped in through the front door. Slowly he opened the door to avoid the creaking of long-rusted hinges, then set his feet cautiously on the floor. Then swinging the legs step by step while holding the breath hunting. His eyes moved agilely sweeping every point of view, as if wanting to make sure in advance that the situation in the house was safe and quiet.
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