The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 68
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 68...
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The figure of the man was stunned. He did not answer, but quickly rubbed Lastri's face once. “Sleep, let me do it myself,” he said half a whisper.
“Akang want?” ask the woman back. Still with closed eyes and small groans as the fingers began to play the tip of the small circle on his chest. “Lakuin aja, Kang. But I'm so sleepy.”
“Ya, already. Keep sleeping.”
“Iya, Kang. Sorry, yes?”
‘Hik-hik!’
Actually, it was very eager for Lastri to wake up and welcome, but the drowsiness since then forced him to stay closed and go back to sleep. Letting her clothes be removed in pieces, then quiet like a gedebog[1] banana. While the figure of the man was smiling himself and getting ready to carry out his orgasm as soon as possible.
He took off his own clothes in the form of a black hole and simply put them on the floor. Surprisingly, on the sleeve of the clothing cloth, there is a wet stain red and barely visible if not considered more carefully, touched by the existing basic color and fishy smell.
What stain is that? What the hell is going on?
Some time ago, when Lastri and her two children went to the shower, there was an old figure sneaking under the darkness of the rented house. He stood behind the wall and peeked intermittently at the Basri family who were fetching water.
‘He-he, her husband is not home, tonight you have to get me, Miss Lastri,’ made the figure. ‘Ah, can't wait to feel. Ever since I saw you, I liked that girl. I don't think tonight was so hard to get. Hence, since last evening I have been bouncing them with the science of sirep.’
While waiting until Lastri went to sleep, he secretly returned to recite a similar mantra as before. Then blow your breath towards the house many times.
WUSS!
‘Gosh! What was that just now?’ The old man gasped as soon as he felt a cold sweep hit his nape. ‘Ah, no ordinary wind possible. There's no gust of anything here. Except ...’ His eyes moved to the right and left. Observing the situation around the pitch-black. ‘There is nothing here, but that strange gust of wind is not a regular wind blow.’
He retreated slowly away from the rented house area. Get ready to put up the horses and turn the body to stand by.
“Who was that? Are there other creatures besides humans here?” muttered the old figure. “ ... Or even just don't-don't be right, there are other humans besides me here?”
WUSS!
His neck felt the cold wind again. Even so, the effect feels sore and painful like being stabbed by thousands of needles.
“Ah, shit!” rutuk an old figure who is none other than Mbah Karni, the owner of the house which is now inhabited by the Basri family. “Obviously, this isn't a cursed supernatural being. There are other humans who are trying to attack me in a cowardly way.”
Mbah Karni again put the horses together while grinning withstanding the matchless pain in the nape area earlier.
“Haram machinery!” exclaimed the old figure with a stifled voice, worried to be heard and attracted the attention of the residents of the house he rented in the distance there. “Show me your form, Coward! Don't play behind like that!”
“Hik-hik!”
“Ah!” exclamation Mbah Karni so see the appearance of the figure earlier. “Pak Basri? What is Mr Basri doing here?”
The figure that turned out to be Basri was back to laughing sucks. “Hik-hik! You yourself, what do you mean sneaking peeks at people's wives, huh? You pull him off? Hik-hik!”
Mbah Karni's face turned pale. He said in the midst of a sense of shame and misguided attitude, “Ah, that is not what I mean, Mr. Basri. I just want the condition of Mr. Basri's wife. Not that Father has nitipin the family of the Father is the same as me?”
“Indeed,” replied Basri was getting sick of hearing the old man's explanation. “But not to be accompanied by other intentions of course, Karni!”
“What else does Mr Basri mean? I don't understand.”
“Halah! Don't pretend to be stupid, Karni! I know your intention whispered that. You think I don't know, huh?” gertak Basri again accompanied by his laughter. “Karni ... Karni ... If you can't stand it yourself, why do you have to live for so long, huh? Find another woman and kawini. Not even targeting people's wives. Hik-hik.”
Mbah Karni's face turned red.
“Jaga your words, Mr Basri! I am still trying to respect also honoring Mr. But if this is so, obviously I can not accept!”
“Hik-hik!” Basri. “You are still as hypocritical as you used to be, Sukartani! Always pretending to be innocent and pretentious. Though—“
“Wait!” mbah Karni suddenly cried with a surprised face. “Pak Basri just called me by that name? There are only three people in this world who know my full name. Continue ... from where did Mr Basri know the name?”
Basri's face was no less shocked. He was stunned for a while, then laughed again like before. “Hik-hik, of course I know, Sukartani. I know who you really are. That's why I rushed here knowing that you were going to do something neko-neko[2] to that guy's wife. Hik-hik.”
Mbah Karni's forehead shriveled violently, a sign he was thinking hard.
“Hhmmmm, I think I know the style of your speaking,” said the old man while watching the face and body of Basri. “I think there's someone else inside you, Basri. I don't know, right or wrong. But I'm pretty sure, you're not the real Mr Basri, ‘kan?”
“Hik-hik!”
“Malah smirking[3] her! Damn you!”
“What do you say, Sukartani,” said Basri while swearing off the figure of Mbah Karni. “What is clear, just admit that you really intend to pervert the woman in the house there, ‘kan? From the smell of your breath alone, it has smelled the aroma of your orgasm. Hick-hik. No need to be tired of honest talk. Isn't that right, Galuh Sukartani? Hik-hik!”
The old mouth of Mbah Karni gaped wide with large eyeballs. He pointed shakes at Basri's figure and stuttered. “J-jarok ... k-you must be Jarok, ‘kan?”
“Hik-hik!”
“Gosh! N-not wrong anymore! Y-you are Jarok!” exclaim Mbah Karni gasped. “T-but ... why are you in Mr. Basri's body, huh? A-pa you and her ..”
“Please keep guessing, Sukartani,” Basri said. “You will never be able to know for sure. Hick-hik. But I've been watching all your actions for a long time, even here. Kampung Kedawung his name, ‘kan? Hick-hik. It turns out that only so far has your ability escaped me, Sukartani! How sorry!”
“Badness!” rutuk Mbah Karni accompanied by teeth grinding resisted growling. “You still keep your revenge on us, Jarok. Not enough, the life of our teacher you sacrificed first? Now you're still chasing my peace!”
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