The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 8

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 8...

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"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.

"Well, the tumben-tumbenan he salat," said the man as he sneered. "Usually every time Magrib ama Isya, he hops here."

The shop owner chimed in, "That's good, Bang. Salad, right, obligation. Brother, why are you still here? Azan Magrib, that's it."

"Ah, you, Mpok. If people talk, huh?" spray the man to the cake.

"Yee, this brother. I'm, right, just ngingetin wishan, Bang. Don't make it hard, 'that's 'n't."

"Keep, Mpok himself why the belom is ready to pray?"

"Well, I'm, right, it's a holiday, Bang," replied the shop owner. "Biasalah, monthly guest of women, Bang. Hi-hi."

"That's it, you son of a bitch, Mpok!"

Meanwhile Basri and Lastri had already arrived at their destination. Reasoning for ablution, the flat man told his wife to enter first.

"I haven't wudu either, sir," said Lastri. "At home, the water often gets stuck. I don't know anymore, sir. Weird, deh."

"We are often late to pay the bill 'times, Mom, or PDAM again there is a channel repair," Basri replied to give an excuse. Timpal Lastri, "Ah, no, sir. I asked the neighbors, their water flow smoothly, tuh. It's just in our house that's been a problem lately."

Basri did not answer. He rushed towards the male-only wudu spot. So too with Lastri. At first nothing happened. But once the man began to enter the musala room and join the other congregation, he suddenly felt anger. All his body suddenly hot, followed by dizzy wail test the whole head.

'What is this?' tanya Basri started to drift. Her eyes swayed bragging. 'Yes, God! What the hell happened to me?' He's holding his head. The sultry feeling was more torturous until his entire body sweated wet. Then slowly he retreated staggering from the line of prayer. 'Those sounds ... That sound is really painful!' his screams closed the ear hole.

Basri ran outside the musala accompanied by gasping for breath. His entire body was completely like burning hot coals. For a moment, he was unable to stand. Forced to sit tight in the courtyard of the sacred building while still covering the hearing. 'Shit! Just this time I felt tormented by the words the priest recited! It's so hot ... hot .. hot! Ah, I need to get away from here!'

Trouble Basri tried to stand up and dragged his steps away from the place. Along with that, slowly the heat began to subside. He was able to stand back up firmly and swing his legs lightly.

'Rightly what the old shaman said, ' Basri muttered some time later, 'I must indeed avoid myself from my religious worship rituals. Otherwise, something even more terrifying might have happened than before. Huh, shit!'

The man was forced to wait outside until his wife appeared close. "Where's your father? I'm looking for it at the musala, why, can't I see it?"

Lastri frowned.

"The bathroom musala, right, is there," said the woman, pointing to the place of the wudu. "Why are you even here? It's weird that you are, ah, sir. Where are your clothes soaked like this." She rubbed her husband's clothes that were still wet with sweat earlier.

"The toilet tap is leaking, ma'am. I sprayed it on my shirt. Duh!" Basri had to lie again. This incident could not be known to his wife. Then, other lying dramas will certainly be more and more he made in order to cover the dark secrets of the man on other occasions. Especially if it is not about his fellowship with Ki Jarok.

Another oddity that often appears at home is related to the stinging foul aroma. Surprisingly again, only Basri was smelling. Not so with Pastri and their kids. Like when the first time the flat male came to the figure of a creepy creature in the form of a pocong when he was about to eat dinner last.

'Sukaesih ..' murmured Basri surprised and retreated away.

"Sir, why, sir?" lastri asked astonished to see the look on her husband's face suddenly like fear. "What's wrong?" The woman turned to look at Basri. Of course in his wife's eyes, that terrible figure was completely invisible.

Basri closed his eyes for a moment. Quickly he acted as if nothing had happened. "N-there's nothing, ma'am," she replied trying to be calm. "A-I just .. just suddenly remembered the kids. Yes, same with children."

"Kok, you're shocked in the face?" Lastri did not believe her husband's words. Many times he looked in that direction. Still nothing is seen there.

Basri pretended to duck. Avoiding the gaze of the monstrous creature glared at him. "Yes, just suddenly, Mom," he said. "When we eat well like this, the children do not enjoy. So .. I saw the kids show up there, Mom."

"Oohh, I see," said Lastri, nodding in understanding. "Chinese cirain. You're a shock, ah, sir. He-he."

Basri was grateful, his wife no longer asked much. Only, the terrible figure was still standing looking at him accompanied by a foul odor that did not go away. The smell was similar as the man had dismantled the Sukaesih grave some time before.

"Where are you going, sir?" lastri asked as Basri got out of his seat holding his stomach. Answer the man, "Mual, Mom. Maybe it's in the wind."

Though the nausea was caused by the stench of the creepy creature earlier.

"Yes, already. I'm kerokin, huh, sir?"

"Just get a bite to eat, ma'am," Basri replied before rushing back to avoid the creature. "I went to the restroom first, deh," he added again reasoned.

"Yes, sir."

Basri went into the bathroom, locked himself, and quietly squatted while looking at the corners of the room.

'S-may the damn thing not follow me here, ' bathes Basri among his fears. 'Debah, it turns out that the Sorrow did not give up the leash I took and I have to see Ki Jarok immediately about this.'

Geck! Geck! Geck!

...SERIATE...