The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 88
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 88...
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“Dragon your mouth .. hey, Young Man! You are so rude to insult my employer!” sentak Aat growled.
Hastily Mbah Jarwo mediates. “Quiet! Be patient! I even think, Sarkim's assessment just now .. It could be true, sir,” he said as he muttered. “It could be also the Asih think, why is it that a man is married to an ordinary Sadam, if the opportunity to get the figure of Juanda Juragan is more tempting. Right, ‘kan?”
“Mbah ..”
“What, Kim?”
“I never accidentally heard Sadam chat with Uyat first ...”
“What chat?”
Sarkim lowered his head deeply, as if he were preparing his strength to speak something he felt heavy. “Sadam uses Asih with the help of a shaman. It was Uyat who gave Sadam a clue to do it.”
Aat also chimed, “If indeed the Sadam used the dirty way, then why did Asih even approach Juragan Juanda?”
“Maybe ...” Sarkim tried to guess, “ .. precisely because of the effect of the use, Asih according to to approach Juragan Juanda at Sadam's request.”
“What did Sadam do to get Asih to approach Juragan Juanda? You don't make it up, Young Man!”
“Tenaanngg! Sabaarrr! The three of us gathered here, instead want to discuss and help solve this problem, ‘kan?” Back Mbah Jarwo mediates.
“But the way of thinking of this Sarkim has passed, Mbah!” Aat insists.
Timpal Sarkim, “Yeee .. how late? I'm also ‘kan just think, Sir! Right or wrong issue, yes .. up to.”
“Short ... briefly ...” said Mbah Jarwo back. “I think again, Sarkim's assessment could be there's a point too you know, Mr. Aat. I just so think ... about the plan of the Sadam as already explained by Mr. Aat earlier, what might mean he was ... the Sadam is trying to seize the wealth of his own master through his cooperation with Asih?”
Timpal Sarkim knowingly, “Betul! I agree with Mbah Jarwo. Now the mission of Asih is to try to hook the heart of Juanda Juragan to want to make her a wife. That way, automatically ... later Asih will also be entitled to the inheritance of Juanda. Then so that Juanda's treasure can fall all to Asih, then .. forced Juragan Sumiarsih must be removed first with the help of ..” Sarkim's gaze suddenly turned to the figure of Aat. Mbah Jarwo also did the same. Deliberately the sentence was finally made reliant to lure Aat's version of the answer.
“ ... Assisted by ... my own wife?” aat replied unconscious.
THE TRACK!
The snapping sounds of fingers from Sarkim and Mbah Jarwo were sharpened.
“Quickly!” reply Sarkim.
“Astaghfirullah!” pekik Aat couldn't believe it. “AGain you two have slandered my wife.”
“Astaghfirullah, Mr Aat! This is not about right or wrong, slander or not, but we are here talking still within the limits of guessing. The so-called presumption itself can be right, it can also be wrong. Who is slandering your wife?”
“Well, that was?” The old man pointed at Jarwo and Sarkim in turn.
“That said Father's wife who, try?”
“I.”
“Yes, that means you yourself who have accused your own wife.”
“Lho, how come I am? Last ‘kan I just guessed the wishan. Can mean right, can also be wrong,” replied Aat unknowingly.
“What?”
“Bapak says ... is it possible that your wife is also involved in this issue?”
“What problems?”
“What are we talking about now, Sir!” sentak Sarkim also felt annoyed at the old man.
Reply Aat fiercely, “Durhaka you! Same old man as me talking about playing snapping!”
THE PLAQUE!
“Aw!” Sarkim patted his own eel. “Mbaaahhh, three black coffee and fried a plate of servings, deh. Not connected as well as.”
“Hi-hi!” Mbah Jarwo even chuckled. "Sabaaarrlah first."
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Meanwhile elsewhere ....
Basri squirms like a hot worm. Straighten a little joints and veins in his body that feel stiff. For a moment he yawned wide, then slowly opened the eyelids that still felt heavy.
‘Is it morning or is it noon?’ Asked the skinny man who was dry so he felt glare piercing the eyeball from bright light through the open window.
Still with the rest of the consciousness not yet fully gathered, his hands twitched sideways about to touch the female figure overnight. Lilies. Blank. Not touched by anything there, except white sheets and blankets that are still disheveled accompanied by a lonely pillow.
“Lis?”
Basri dyed around the corner of the room. Same. There was no one in there, except himself. With a frown, the man got up, revealing a thick blanket of straw covering his entire innocent body.
“Lis?”
For the second time Basri tried to call the woman he was with all night until satisfied and exhausted. Maybe in the bathroom, he thought. Then with a slight hesitation, he went down the bed and rushed to the place he had expected Lilis to be there. There was no sound of water gurgling or anything from there, in accordance with what Basri saw when pushing the door closing the bathroom.
‘Where is the woman, yes?’ satirize Basri and began to membibit various prejudices in the mind. Remember very well, last night after Lilis fell unconscious, she seemed to experience tremendous shock when she started to wake up.
“A-what happened?” he panicked with a slight paled face. “Suddenly I felt this consciousness disappear and knew nothing more, Kang,”. “As I recall, last night we wanted to eat, ‘kan?”
Basri looked at the woman. Make sure that there is nothing to worry about the condition of the beautiful figure. Except having to soothe her with a little warm hug and a gentle swab on the crown.
“Please yourself first, Lis,” Basri said as soon as Lilis's face smothered in the chest. “Nothing, really. Everything will be fine.”
Basri hopes that Lilis will not see the appearance of the pocong-shaped creature last night. But the cause of him to fall unconscious should also be questioned. Is it possible to lose consciousness without a cause?
“Even night I felt heavy on this head, Kang,” said Lilis a few moments later after drinking the recommended mineral water. “Do not know why, it feels like talking to Akang, but can not. Keep, know-know .. don't want anything else.”
“Hhmmm.”
“But all night I had nightmares ...” added Lilis back saying. “Like there is a stranger who keeps chasing me. I was tired of running and hiding. Their form is very terrible and scary. S-I don't know who they are, but they look like the head of a dog that is hairy, tall-big, and bright red-eyed.”
Hearing Lilis' words, Basri's memory immediately returned to the figures of Queen Galimaya's men.
“I'm in shock, Kang. Scared.”
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