The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 73
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 73...
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Basri's body was sprawled in a shivering cold. Only a few moments, until then the feeble moaning endured the pain that whipped all over the body.
“Aaahhh .. uuhhh,” the czech man groaned wriggling. Then try opening the eyelids slowly. It was as vague as seeing that there was a dim light bias there. ‘Yes, God! It hurts all my joints. This ... this ... now where am I?’
Basri tried to open his eyes wide. Look around that feels not so foreign. The expanse of damp land where he was weakly sprawled, the walls of dry grass leaves, and the roof of the rumbia roof. A little he could see, a little spot of light up there coming from the sun. ‘Sial! Has it changed in the morning? This ... this .. such as place ... Ki Jarok,’ bathed the man in the middle of his efforts to get up, propping up on the elbow footing of the arm. ‘Ya .. This is the old shaman's hut! Ah, thank goodness .. I've been back here. Uuhhh .. This hurts my waist! Ah, God!’
Trouble Basri sat down with body shakes to withstand the pain and lunge as cold as the wind that tests the skin.
“Aahhh ... Where is Ki Jarok? D-day ... d-day ...” The man's eyes suddenly fixedly stared at a human figure that was rolled not far from him. Right in front of the extinguished incense stick, no longer reflecting white smoke as last night. ‘Ki Jarok? Jeez ... where is it?’
It is true, the figure is none other than Ki Jarok. The old shaman was strewn over a stretch of pottery that he used to use to sit in front of a puff of incense. Both in a plain state like Basri at that time.
“Ki! Aki! Wakeup!” call the czech guy intending to wake Ki Jarok up. Waiting for so long, the body did not move. Then Basri inched in little by little to get closer while enduring the pain in the body. Patted the old body while again mentioning his name. “Ki Jarok! Ki Jarok!”
“Uummhhh ...” Erang Ki Jarok later. Wiggling slowly.
“What happened to Aki?” tanya Basri was overwhelmed with astonishment.
The old shaman did not answer. He opened his eyes and raised his head slowly. “Eh, Basreng! Waking up is also you, Young Man!” he stared so long at the figure who was beside him. “Uuhhh .. shit! It feels like my waist hurts so much!”
‘What happened to Ki Jarok? Why did she wake up naked?’ batin Basri wrapped in various questions and a sense of wonder. ‘Obviously my tribe was taken last night by those pervert bastards. So, what happened after that? Is this peot shaman ..’
“Heh, Basreng! What do you see of me?” jikak Ki Jarok surprised. “Quickly put on your clothes before I vomit to see you!”
“Aki himself naked,” reply Basri do not want to lose. “What has Aki done with me?” ask this cheeky man, immediately greeted by the growled eyes of old Ki Jarok. “You think I did that to you, huh?! Offhanded! Don't be insolent, Young Man!” jakak the old shaman. “Two-old like this I still like young women, Basreng. You remember that!”
Quickly Basri grabbed the black clothes on the ground floor that he had taken off last night. Still with the condition of the body weak and sick in some parts. “Uuuhhh .. what is this?” his tan grimaced with pain so much that he felt pain and pain in the back of the waist. “Luka? What is this ex? Auuhhh .. pain once.”
Ki Jarok glanced for a moment at Basri who was examining the scar he meant just now. “How was your night, Basri? Do you enjoy making love last night full of Queen Galimaya? Hik-hik!”
“How does Aki know?” asked Basri surprised.
“Wait ...” Basri approached Ki Jarok. “So last night that's what I mean by the annual ritual that I have to practice? Just fulfill the pervert desires of the jejadian creature? That only?”
“Dragon your mouth, Basri!” jolt Ki Jarok accompanied by a sharp look. “At least...he is the one who has been guarding and helping you to achieve wealth. That's what you should remember!”
“Only that?”
“Do you think?” He asked Ki Jarok. “Hik-hik .. There are other things you will soon know. Not much longer.”
“What is it, Ki?” Basri.
“Later you will know for yourself, Basri,” replied the old shaman affirming. “You didn't hear my words just now?”
“Of course I heard, Ki,” said the thin, dry man as he grimaced with pain in his waist. “There are many things I don't understand yet. One of them was about last night's incident.” He stared fixedly at Ki Jarok. “I ... see no Sukaesih there, Ki.”
For a moment, Ki Jarok looked surprised. But he hurriedly took his eyes off Basri's gaze. Tidying back the newly worn clothes while turning the body, sideways on the side of the squeaky man.
“I don't know for sure, is it really him or just someone who looks like Sukaesih?” Asked Basri himself regardless of whether the old shaman listened to him or not. “Time I call his name ... Kesih ... Sukaesih ..he said and had unclear words. But I'm pretty sure that he's a—”
“Do not believe what you saw there, Basreng,” Ki Jarok suddenly said. “It could be that what you witnessed was just their trick. Their world is a world of darkness. It's easy for the residents to change someone's appearance like you saw last night. Besides, isn't that sukaesih dead? You dug the grave yourself and stole the rope of the woman's corpse. Yes, ‘kan?”
Basri. “I know that, Ki. I remember clearly. But ... why should there be another figure who is likened to Sukaesih, Ki?”
“Already. Don't you think about it. It's their own business. The important thing is that you have fulfilled your annual ritual obligations. That's all you have to remember. Don't the others!”
‘What kind of ritual is that? Just to fulfill the desire of the lewd female creature jejadian. Huh, how is it different from what I did with Lilis a few months ago?’ basri in the heart. Not daring to say directly for fear of being back yelled at by Ki Jarok like that. ‘For example, last night I could barely stop at all to serve Queen Galimaya. It was really draining and my whole body was made like a crumble of nothing left! Basic ... pervert creature!’
“Aahhh!” Basri groaned in pain as he stood up. “Sick once, Ki, my waist.”
Ki Jarok turned his head, then quickly took something from near the censer. A bundle of large foliage folded in such a way. “Take this potion, Young Man. Tomorrow your wounds will soon dry up tightly,” he said while offering the drug in question.
“What is this?” ask Basri.
“Don't ask much! Just apply it on your wound!”
“I mean .. this wound on my waist, Ki,” the czech man explained. “As I recall, this wound does not yet exist.”
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