The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 78
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 78...
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“So Mom went home and went to bed, Mom,” said Iyan slowly while watching the dried blood spots on her clothes and arms. “I-ini ... a-what stain, Bu?”
“Noda?” Lastri raised both of her arms and watched closely. “Ya, Allah ... what is this? D-blood ... uh, what happened to mommy?” Then the woman tried to rise from the bed with difficulty and pain that hit all over the body. “I-ini ... what? Mom doesn't understand at all. What does all this mean?”
Some time after the incident Mance took Lastri away earlier, the woman returned home in shabby condition. Aryan and Maryam immediately hunted for her mother's presence as soon as it appeared at the door.
“Mibuuu!” the two children chuckled, but received no response from him at all. Lastri walked away with a blank stare, headed for the room and immediately sank himself on the bed in the bedroom. “Mother, what happened to Mommy?” aryan asked confusedly as she wiped the tears with her sister, Maryam.
“Kak, Mother why?” maryam asked, confused and frightened.
“Don't know, Dik,” replied Aryan while staring at the figure of Lastri who was lying exhausted.
“Phone Father only, Brother. Booth!” maryam urged her sister.
“The phone does not exist, Dik.”
“Maybe the same Mother.”
With a little hesitation, Aryan tried to find a cell phone inside his mother's negligee that was torn apart and filled with splashes of fresh blood. The fear of seeing Mance's previous treatment, plus Pastri's current condition, made the boy pull out to reach into the pocket of the figure's clothes on the bed. But Maryam's insistence forced her to vent.
Sure enough, the thing that was sought was indeed stored in there. But once you want to contact Basri, the intended phone number is actually in a state of inactivity. Of course because at that time, their father was in a place with Ki Jarok.
“Number Mr is not active, Dik,” said Aryan upset and disappointed.
There was nothing else the two children could do, as there were no other numbers stored there to call. In addition to their own father's mobile number, namely Basri.
"How does this go, brother?" mary was confused and was about to cry. "Mother can't call and Mother also suddenly goes to sleep."
Aryan immediately hugged his sister. He himself was confused as to what to do. While in the local environment, there was not a single person who could be asked for help. Then you can only say to cheer up, "We just wait until Mom wakes up later, Dik, or who knows you're coming home soon. We'll just doain."
"But Iyam is afraid, Brother."
"That's it. There is a Brother here who nemenin Sister. There is also a mother, although still sleeping," said Aryan trying to calm his sister. "Now we go to the kitchen, yuk. Brother wants to cook for the three of us to eat later. Who knows, I'll be up soon."
"Fear up, brother."
"It has. Here Brother hug. Don't stay away from Big Brother, will you?"
The two walked side by side to the kitchen with the condition of the heart and head covered with various confusion, fear, and worry that has not subsided.
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The raindrops still fell billowing in the air. Giving a cool feel enveloped along the steps Basri down steep dirt roads from the slopes of Mount Halimun. The western sky is increasingly graying between the perfect stretch of clouds there covering the sunlight of the closing day. For a moment the man glanced at the watch in his hand. It has been shown time almost five o'clock in the afternoon.
The track of his shoes is firmly grounded so as not to fall slipping on the slippery road. Occasionally his eyes should be careful to observe every curve of the ground that is about to pass between the puff of the immune refracting the view.
For almost an hour he walked down the strands of line that lay along the grass. Former pedestrian footing as the only guide access that can be traversed. Until then before nature completely turned a blind eye, Basri had arrived at the edge of the local village. A remote village and as a last clue when going to and/or leave the area of Mount Halimun.
“Almost first, sir,” greet a citizen as soon as the figure of Basri was about to pass through the yard of the house. The man turned his head and threw a smile, then replied kindly, “Eh, Mr. Kusin. He-he.” He waved his hand. “Thank you, Sir. I rushed home. Soon want Magrib.”
It will take more time to return if you stop by the house of a citizen named Kusin earlier. That figure is also what he often met since his initial arrival first. So it is not surprising that both of them already know each other.
“Sorry yes, sir, maybe next time I stop by again to the house of Mr.” Basri added as soon as he approached and greeted the figure earlier.
“But ... already want dark, Sir.”
“What's wrong,” reply Basri back. “I have already memorized the streets along this path.”
“Ya, already then. Be careful on the road, Mr.”
“Thank you, Mr. Kusin. Mango, I continue the road again, yes?”
“Oh, muhun. Mango .. mango.”
A small smile broke out between Basri's lines of laughter. Slowly he snorted and again swung a step. ‘Hhmmm, what a danger if I stop by there. Surely those aki-aki would be busy asking and asking. What is it going to take to the mountains? What was done? It's-it's .. aaahh, shit! Huh!’
Sure enough, not far away from the residence of Kusin earlier, suddenly the natural conditions are increasingly rapidly rolling. This time accompanied by a cold puff slipping into the gap of the jacket.
SREK'S!
There was a sound like a dry twig being stepped on from behind. Basri. He slowed down and sharpened his hearing.
‘What sound is it? Is it just a sweep of wind over the leaves back there or is it just a trick of my hearing?’ saturate the man and try not to look first. ‘Ah, why is the village here suddenly deserted, anyway? Where are the people around? Since leaving Mr. Kusin's house earlier, not a single other figure I met and saw.’
‘ ... But I have to continue this journey until the suburbs ahead, then find a place to stay for this night.’
“Hoaaammm!”
The roar of fatigue began to attack accompanied by drowsiness twitching the eyelids. It is nothing, since following the special ritual overnight and fulfilling every request of Queen Galimaya, the arrangement of bones and the entanglement of veins in Basri's body, it seems that many do not occupy the position as they should.
“ ... But the effect after you met him last night,” said Ki Jarok said before leaving his hut earlier, “you will receive something that you will not expect later, Basreng.”
“Something? Aki Intent ...”
“Hik-hik, no need for you to ask now, Bas. Later you will know for yourself.”
“Tapi—“
“Complete all your clothes, Young man!” ki Jarok said as he threw a thick jacket hanging nearby at Basri. “Your journey will be blocked by cold and foggy weather.”
...SERIATE...