The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 79
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 79...
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“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.”
Ah, it is true, Basri thought at the time. He peeked at the crack of the wall made of dry weed matting covering the entire building. Environmental conditions have shown signs of unfriendly for the day.
“Ki ...”
“Hhmmm.”
“About my question it.”
“What?”
“I saw the figure of Sukaesih was there. Being one of Queen Galimaya's captives in a cage,” said Basri looks serious, “according to Aki, what does that mean? Is it true that the figure of Sukaesih is actually or—“
“Young ...” Ki Jarok tukas accompanied by stifling frail coughs, “whatever you see and meet there, not everything is real.”
“Means Aki, sukaesih's figure—“
“Can be so, Bas,” Again Ki Jarok menukas. “After all, what is it that is difficult for these beings to transform themselves into the form and likeness they desire? Not hard, Young Man. That's a small thing.” The old figure flicked his little finger. “My soul, your body, Sukaesih, or Selasih .. suppose.”
“Asleep? Aki's wife first?” basri asked in shock as soon as Ki Jarok mentioned the name unconsciously.
“Eh, what did I just call?”
“Aki said the name of someone named Selasih, Ki.”
Suddenly Ki Jarok giggled to himself. “What kind of joke is this? Hi-hi's. How could I have been bothered to mention another name, while I myself was not sure of the authenticity of his figure and did not know who he was.”
‘It is impossible that until this Old Shaman neglects to mention a name? I'm sure the name must have a certain meaning. It could be ...’
SREK'S!
Basri's daydreams instantly crumbled as the sound of a twig breaking again sounded. “Ah, this time it is no longer about the wind. The voice is indeed ...” As fast as lightning this man flipped his body and swept through almost every corner of the view to check. For a moment the tip of his eyes seemed to catch a small movement behind the clump of bamboo stems in front. ‘Is this just a trick of my eyes? Sure enough, it felt like I had seen something strange there, his inner’ while swinging his legs forward slowly. Accompanied by sharp eyes and full of vigilance at one point he meant earlier.
“Hey, who's there?” basri asked half-calling. “Trust me, your hiding will be in vain, for I already know where you are! Quickly, show yourself right now!”
Waiting for a long time, the figure that is expected to emerge from the bamboo stems also did not appear.
“Hey, come out!”
There was still no movement, until Basri was upset himself. Then he came closer and closer, until then ....
SREK'S! SREK'S!
Two large and tall figures ran down the algal ridges leaving the suspected hiding area. Basri was stunned and could only gawk for a few seconds.
Basri was not eager to chase. His completely exhausted condition did not allow him to run around in such a way.
“Damn it!”
Then he hurriedly turned around to die at the place. Hurry to quickly arrive at the urban lips and immediately look for lodging. The pain in the stomach has also begun to call. That meant before actually taking a break later, he would have to find food first.
With a step of exhaustion and began to darken, Lastri's husband continued to walk alone under the flashlight that had been deliberately prepared. There were no strange things along the way, until finally arrived at the entrance gate of the road to the slopes of Mount Halimun.
“Haaahhh, so tired! Haduuhhh!” gerutu Basri slammed himself into the grass on the side of a small highway. So quiet. Even a few minutes there, not a single vehicle seemed to pass. “Huh, bastard! Until when else to wait! Belom there is also a taxi driver passing by. Where this stomach sounds continues. Perih kepengen eat. Huh, dog! Pikanajiseun!”
Swearing oaths are often spoken simply from the mouth of a Basri. He was already completely irritated and desperate in the midst of the ever-gnawing wail of hunger and fatigue. His eyelids also began to sting demanding things to sleep, but not also able to fall asleep even if only for a moment.
“Stat! What the hell is going on right now? Damn the fate of the cave, Lord!” gerutu Basri was alone. “Cua just want to be free to rest until tomorrow morning, Lord! Aarrgghhh, what a dog! Upset cave!”
KRUUKK! WUKO!
“Astrichesaa!” Basri was shocked. He almost slipped away if he did not immediately realize the situation. His eyeballs were circling about to search for the source of the sound that had just startled him. “Fucking ghost bastards! Gua thinks what the fuck you are! Fucking fuck!”
‘Where is he now?’
The grin of the man was then strangely scratched splitting the boundaries of the area of his lips and cheeks. Stretching in such a way as to decorate the face of the figure that looks to store the contents of the head is not good. “Come, come. Coming, dear,” said Basri flowered as soon as he saw an appearance of a large round-eyed bird on the branch of a tree. Not far from where he was.
“Ayooo, fly here. Come to me ...”
WUKO!
The sound was heard again. As if to answer at the request made just now.
“Iyaaa .. you ... here .. come, Nak.”
WUKO!
Jakun the man moved down. Gurgling bit by bit the saliva melts that suddenly flooded the space of his mouth. Accompanied by a strange grin and a sharp gaze towards the place where the bird was still cold.
Basri repeated tongue melt. For a long time the two were fighting each other. ‘Death ... die .. matilaahhh ...’ whispered with eyes not wanting to be off looking. Strangely enough, at once the bird's eyes seemed to be increasingly hypnotized by Basri's sharp gaze on him. Then the big circle also dimmed ... dimmed .. dimmed ... as dazed endless drowsiness. And ....
THE WUUSSS! BRUK!
Suddenly, the owl floated down and landed on the ground.
“Aha!”
Basri immediately came hunting. Grabbing the bird barking earlier, then back to sit like meditating in its original place.
KROOAAKKK!
Suddenly the beak of the bird screamed, between pain and fear, the sounds were only a few seconds deafening until finally stopped completely.
CRUST!
...SERIATE...