The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 7

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 7...

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" … one thing you should always remember, Young man, from this moment on 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.

"Sir?"

Pastri was in front of her husband.

"Yes, I'm awake, really, Mom," Basri told a lie. Since then, they have not closed their eyes.

For a moment the woman noticed the clothes Basri was wearing. "You guys, here's the shirt, sir. Want me to go and wash it in the morning."

"Don't, Mom!" basri was surprised. "Eh, that means .. Let me open it in the bathroom, ma'am. Yeah, Mom, huh?" the man pleaded. It wasn't about the shirt, but rather the suit he was wearing in his inner layer. Basri forgot to take it off before he fell asleep.

"Why are you, sir?" Lastri frowned in wonder. "Normally also do not wear shy undress in front of me."

"Ehe-he." Basri chuckled to himself. "That's not what it is, ma'am, but let me just put it in the back so I can't take it for you. I see, you know. He-he."

"There are you, sir" said Lastri. "Yes, already. Take a shower there. After praying Magrib, we eat. Today I'm cooking a special menu for you, sir."

"Special cooking? Wow, thank goodness. I'm so hungry, Mom. He-he."

"Eat him, take a shower there."

"Yes, Mom, yes. You go out first. I want to undress first" Basri said, trying to ask Lastri to leave the room first. That is, of course, to hide the special clothes given by Ki Jarok.

"The basis of this Father," said Lastri accompanied by a smile later. He immediately came out and this opportunity was used by Basri to immediately take off all his clothes. 'I put it where, huh? Is it in the closet? O, no! Don't!' Wondering the man while rolling a special round pangsi given by Ki Jarok. So decided to hide it in a seedy bag that is commonly used when traveling for a living. After that, hurry to the bathroom, then get ready as if to break to perform Magrib prayer.

At dinner time, the two of them sat down to face a special dish that had never been eaten before. Fried chicken with other delicious menus.

The man came back, "Here you go. Tomorrow afternoon we'll pick them up."

Basri plucks the chicken pieces on the plate. But when it was about to bribe into the mouth, suddenly there was a fishy smell that was very great revolving in the room. "What is this, Mom?" her tanya suddenly nauseated and immediately kept the meat in her grasp.

"Ah, it doesn't smell anything, sir," Pastri replied as he sniffed the air in the room. "It smells like fried chicken, really."

The eyes of the flat-bodied man suddenly widened in shock as he looked towards the front in front of him. A stiff creature wrapped in a white cloth sepulchre stood there watching Basri. It only looks like a part of the face and it's terrible. Broken and so disgusting. At a glance, Basri remembered the figure ….

'Supers!'

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Two days after the arrival of Basri, the atmosphere in the family home began to feel changed. A pungent foul smell often suddenly rushes around the room. Small disturbances are often accepted by Lastri when he wants to fulfill his obligation to worship. Either in the form of a sudden flow of dry water when intending to wudu or also mucena cloth is difficult to find when it will be used.

"Eh, why ask me, Mom?" basri answered when asked by his wife. "I've never used Mukena. Maybe it's just you who forgot Naroh, ma'am."

Lastri scratched his head, dizzy. Trying to remember hard the last time put his face after the Asar prayer earlier. "I usually hang my face behind the door, sir," the woman assured. "But why is it fitting now to make a prayer Magrib is not there? It's so weird." She thought again, in that house there was only her and her husband. No one else or neighbor has ever visited. But searched until all corners of the room, the special female prayer device has not been found.

Finally, Pastri decided to ….

"You see, I went to Magrib's prayer at the musala, sir."

"Huh?" Basri.

Get the woman back, "Yes, all the mukena minjem over there, sir. 'Where? Instead of dawdling but not meeting, and even running out of Magrib's time."

The man was even dumbfounded. She's confused. If he allows his wife to the musala, it means Basri must also perform Magrib prayer. So what about Ki Jarok's previous message asking him to stay away from religious rituals. Not to mention the habit of lying for two days to Lastri. Pamit to musala, even covering to the coffee shop.

"Why is there no other way, Mom? For example..follow prayer in the neighbor's house." Basri tried to give advice. At least trying to prevent Lastri from knowing the dagger. The woman shook her head, then replied, "It's not good, sir. Going to prayer in musala only, deh. Not far away, though."

Basri raise her hand. He had to let his wife come to the musala. Of course while thinking how he acts next there. While their children have first gone all preparation to follow the lesson.

"Ngopi first, Bang," said a man at a time stall Basri and Lastri were walking together towards the musala. The flat-bodied man beckoned with a few blinks to the figure earlier, asking him to be quiet.

"Thank you, Bang," Basri replied pretending. "We want to pray Magrib first. He-he." He immediately pulled his wife's hand to speed up the pace. No other for the sake of avoiding the after-talk of the figure in the stall earlier.

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