The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 70
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 70...
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For a while, Lastri chose to sit first in the kitchen while watching his two children from a distance.
‘Entah what happened to me? Kok, this pain is like ...’ She secretly checked her private area when the children were outside. ‘Sshhh ..’ She grimaced herself so much as touching her feminine part and found like there was a slippery liquid inside there. ‘What water is this?’ the question then smelled for a moment to make sure. ‘It's like ... ah, no way! Kang Basri didn't come home last night. But ... whether that one last night was also really him that ...’
“Bu!” Aryan and Maryam had returned from behind.
“Eh, yes, Son. What's up?” Soon Lastri wiped the liquid at the end of his fingers onto the cloth he was using. “You guys already wudhunya?”
“Udah, Mom,” replied the two children accompanied by a nod.
“Yes, already,” timpal back women trying to calm down the fruit of the mind that is turbulent in the head. ”Pocket you guys pray Fajr, huh? I also have to go back first.”
“Wudhu too?”
“I-iya. W-wudhu!” lastri replied stuttering, although in fact she herself was confused as to what to do.
“Good, Bu.”
After the death of his two children, Lastri returned alone. Guess what really happened to him last night.
‘Did I dream last night? It feels .. I did feel that last night was ... Kang Basri came home and took me ..’
GECK! GECK! GECK!
“Assalaamu’alaikum! Miss Lastri! Miss Lastri!” I heard someone's call.
Lastri looked towards the front room. “Who is it?” ask her with a great frown.
“Bu Lastri, please open the door, Mom!” The voice came back from outside the house.
Basri's wife hurriedly rushed forward to open the door. “Iya, wa’alaikum salaam!” answer, “what's up, huh? This is ...”
“My father, Ms. Las. My father!”
Lastri watched the young figure before her with a sharp look. “Mr? Whose father, huh? Who is this?”
A small sweat dot seemed to drench the young figure. He looked back like he was worrying about something, then looked back at Lastri with a pale face.
“S-me .. s-my son Mbah Karni, Bu Las,” said the young man who turned out to be Mance. The only child of wayang Mbah Karni, the owner of a rented house that is now inhabited by Basri family. “B-my father ... B-my father ...”
For a moment Mance seemed confused. But the look of fear was clear and difficult to hide from the face of Lastri.
“A-what ... Father to here?” asked the young man. Lastri. “No, Kang. Semalem Mbah Karni is not here. My husband is also no longer home. The last time we came here was when we moved a few weeks ago. What's the matter, anyway?”
Mance looked back. Precisely in the direction of the thickets of the existing shrub area nun far in front of the rented house. “B-father s-saya .. haven't come home since semalem,” said the young man finally.
Lastri's forehead wrinkled. Then words full of astonishment, “I do not know where Mbah Karni, Kang. Kalopun come here, not necessarily also dateng malem-malem, ‘kan?”
Mance nodded. “Yes, too, ma'am. I just want to know. Who knows, Miss Pastri knows where my father went. Hence ....”
“Sorry, Kang, I don't know,” said Lastri like to rush to end the conversation. “Try me to find out somewhere else, maybe Mbah Karni is there.”
“My father rarely goes anywhere, Mom,” timpal Mance while paying attention to the condition of the Lastri clothes that still look disheveled. “In this village, the position of the house Mother and I remote away from other neighbors. I'm just trying to think, maybe my Father—“
“No, Kang. I really don't know at all. Sorry, yes.”
“O, yes. It's okay, Mom,” Mance said. “Sorry also if my arrival is disturbing Ms. Las.”
“Iya, Kang.”
Mance was leaving soon. But from the corner of the young man's eyes, he seemed to keep another question inside his head.
‘The freak ...’ muttered Lastri after the child only wayang Mbah Karni. ‘From His Father, come here? Where might I include another man when my husband is not home.’ Then back grimacing feel the subject that is still testing ******************** earlier. ‘I myself still wonder, what happened to me last night. This pain ... ah, let's hope it's just my imagination. Perhaps it is true, last night it was just a dream.’
When she was about to close the door, suddenly the eyes of this woman noticed the keyhole. ‘Before ... I think from earlier I have not opened this door, but why ...’ His words stopped just like that and then checked more thoroughly. ‘Yes, God! This ... this ..’ He saw a key hanging on the outside of the door. ‘Why is there a key here? Got who? I think I checked and locked this door last night. Continue ... In that case, who has opened this door?’ His mind was thinking hard. ‘Cannot be! This is highly unlikely! This house ... yes, this house .. of course who has a spare key of this house is the owner himself, is not it? And that ... means .. yes, God! Was it true that the old man had entered this house without my knowledge? How could? When and what is he doing here?’
“Bu!” Suddenly a call was heard. Lastri. Aryan and Maryam were already standing right next to him. “Eh, Sister Iyan! Iyam Deck!” the woman was surprised.
“We laper, Bu.”
“Astaghfirullah! I forgot to, Son!” Lastri threw away a moment of questions that still resonate in the mind. About the existence of Mbah Karni and also the condition of the door. “Eh, you two ... semalem or not out of the house this morning, ‘kan?”
Aryan and Maryam shook their heads.
‘I believe in my children,’ is the mother of these two children. ‘There's no way they came out without my knowledge. Besides, didn't they both wake up at noon like I did?’
“What's wrong, Bu?” asked the eldest Aryan astonished to see the look on his mother's face that was confused.
“Ah, no. I'm just aja, Kak Iyan,” replied Lastri while snorting loudly. “Before a while, yes, I'm ready for breakfast for the three of us. Mother herself still belom sempet prayer Subuh. You two, just wait here. Don't go anywhere.”
“Iya, Mum.”
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