The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 69
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 69...
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“Hik-hik! All is not based on coincidence, Sukartani,” reply Basri always accompanies his speech with annoying chuckle. “Even my student's arrival was at my own command. Basri, the body of the young man I borrowed right now. He is currently busy mixing love with the angels of darkness there. Hick-hik. As for you, even after my student's wife? How hypocritical of you, Karni! Hick-hik. Then ... how's your student whose face I'm making holes right now, huh? Where is he? Running away from you too? Hick-hik. What a useless teacher you are, Sukartani!”
“Shut!”
“I will never be silent as long as you are alive, Sukartani!” reply Basri jerking. “I purposely let your disciple live after he has made his fortune with the amulet you once gave me, and I hope he will take me to find you. Actuallyno. Your student is too stupid! An idiot! Not like my student, Basri. That's why I'm easily here now. Exactly, ‘kan, before you finish your bad habit of pranking married women. Right, right?”
“Shut up, Jarok! How is it different from you then and now? You also like to fuck a lot of women, ‘kan? Ha-ha! How hypocritical of you, Jarok!”
“Who was a hypocrite first? You or me?” Basri pointed his index finger at Mbah Karni. “You remember, ‘kan, how Rinjani used to be so close to me. But you, by culas snatched him out of my hands in a dirty way. Remember that, Sukartani? Or have you forgotten what happened years ago because you were afraid of me? Nah! I will never forget it! Until anytime until you've moped the ground with my own hands!” Basri growled withstanding anger. A long-held wrath waiting for revenge.
Mbah Karni shook his head slowly. “No, Jarok. It didn't happen that way. You misunderstood.”
“You want to give up?”
“No, Jarok! I swear! The real events are not like the ones you suspect. After all, it's been a long time and we're both old now. Why don't we try to make peace and live a quiet life, anyway?” Mbah Karni tries to offer another option so that the figure in front of him no longer talks about their past.
“Peace? That easy as you talk, Sukartani? How can I live in peace, as long as my grudge against you has not been resolved!”
“Do not, Jarok, I beg you. Enough of the lives of our teachers who are victims. I don't want us to constantly argue like this. The three of us were like brothers. You remember that?”
“What kind of brother eats his own carcass? Now you want to stand behind the old times. Nah! Tonight too, you must die, Sukartani!”
“J-don't, Jarok! H-stop!”
Not long after, the two engaged in an unbalanced fight. Basri defeated Mbah Karni. The old man who owned the rented house, Lastri, finally breathed his last that night.
Mumbled Basri after defeating Mbah Karni, ‘Hhmmm, there is only one person I have to make dead. But I don't think I should rush. Hick-hik. Tonight, there is a new prey that I must enjoy while the owner is both in love with my teacher, Queen Galimaya. Hik-hik.’
Then, Basri rushed to the rented house of Lastri.
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“Astaghfirullah!” yukon Lastri the next day. He stared at the bright light behind the window that was already showing the time of day. “What time is this? Oh Allah ... why can I sleep all night? And this ... this ..” There is an accompanying pain in almost any joint segment once it tries to get out of bed. ’Aahhh, what's wrong with my body? This pain ... as if I had just lifted a lot of heavy weights. And .. uuuhh, it's very difficult to put my foot down the bed.’
“Aahhh ... My kids!” lastri recalled her two children, Aryan and Maryam, then spontaneously called them out loud. “Dian! Yayam! You guys are up, ‘right?”
There's no answer. Just as quiet as he was in that room.
‘Where are my children? Have they not woken up like me?’ Wonder Lastri was full of anxiety. ‘Yes, Allah .. What was going on with us last night? Whether ... whether ..’ Suddenly he seemed to remember something. ‘Night ... I feel Kang Basri is coming home. But ... why don't I see the tip of his nose now?’
Trouble the woman moved her legs until finally able to stand even staggering. Then try to open the room door and start to step while holding on to the wall.
“Dian! Iyam!” call Lastri back to her kids' room.
Justright. As soon as their bedroom door was opened, Aryan and Maryam were still in bed. “Astaghfirullah!” he exclaimed Basri's wife immediately hunted them down and woke him up. “Dian! Yayam! Wake, Son!”
‘Yes, God! This morning we did not perform the Fajr prayer!’ muttered Lastri regretted himself. ‘I have to wake them up immediately! Ah, what time is it? Where's jam? Where's jam?!’ This woman was frantically looking for the usual wall clock hanging in the front room. “Yes, Allah ... It's almost nine o'clock! It's noon!”
Lastri hurriedly returned to the children's room and woke them up a second time.
“Dian! Yayam! Wake, Son!”
Aryan and Maryam squirmed for a moment. They were both squeaking, looking for a moment at his mother, then slowly rose from the golek.
“What's up, Mom?” ask the eldest Aryan while rubbing his eyes.
“Cepet you guys take wudu water and dawn prayer!” yang Lastri while guiding her daughter, Maryam, to quickly get up from the bed. “Iyam still sleepy, Mom,” whining the child is still lazing around with sleepiness. “It's noon huh, Bu?” aryan asked.
“Iya, Son,” replied Lastri, “Mother also woke up late, hurry up the Fajr prayer first. I'll make you breakfast.”
“But it's noon, Bu.” Maryam was whining again. Answer Lastri quickly, “Nothing, Son. Come on, I'll take you back. Hayuk!”
Aryan and Maryam were forced to obey their mother's orders. The two of them stepped together towards the shower that was right behind the kitchen.
“Aahhh!” ringis Lastri as she led her two children to the back.
“Why, Mom?” aryan asked in amazement.
Lastri grimaced with pain felt in his personal area. “Nothing, Son. Hurry up and take the water of ablution and dawn prayers. Mother ... Mother ... sshhh!” Again this woman sizzled. Besides the pain earlier, the joints were stiff as they moved. “You guys first, deh, there. Mom's coming later. This light part, ‘kan?”
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