The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 9
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 9...
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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!
"Geez!" pekik Basri was shocked.
From behind the door came the sound of Lastri calling. "Sir, very long, anyway, inside. You're okay, aren't you?"
'Oh, thank goodness! Lastri. I thought creature—'
"Sir, open the door!"
Geck! Geck! Geck!
Basri replied still in shock, "I-iya, Mom. I-I'm out now." Slowly, the man opened the door. There is a fear if what appears is not Lastri. However ….
"Sick father?" ask the woman as soon as the bathroom door opens. Basri nodded slowly, although that was not what he was feeling. "Yuk, I'm kerokin, deh, in the room" Lastri asked as she pulled her husband's arm.
Really, if you want to tell the truth, actually Basri felt very hungry. But for a while he held it. Let Lastri take care of herself until she falls asleep in exhaustion. Then quietly Basri settles into the dining room. Take a plate of rice and also pieces of chicken meat that has been cold. When it was about to evaporate into the mouth, suddenly the stench came back stinging.
'Yes, God! Is this a sign that the creature will reappear?' asked Basri while glancing at the lyrics where the pocong-shaped creature had appeared. This time there is no. Only the smell remained and slowly disappeared once the piece of chicken was put back in the original container. 'Strange, that feeling of time. Now the same. Does this mean ….'
Basri rushed to the kitchen to get some salt. This time he ate rice only with the spice. Nothing happened. The stench and appearance of the creepy creature no longer exist. Even until his stomach was full.
'Hmmm, shit!' gerutu Basri later. 'So the point of all that is ... I am not allowed to eat good food? Didn't he? Haram jadah! I am free to seek wealth if I cannot enjoy it. What a fucking asshole! Huh!'
Basri intends to wonder about it to Ki Jarok someday. There are many other events that escape the explanation of the old shaman. There is little regret if indeed the path of his life will be bitter like that, but the shadow of poverty his family back out. The gaze of the children's expectations of a well-established life, as well as the neighbor's scorn of their humiliated social status.
'No!' gumam Basri was determined. 'My family has to change! Wives and children deserve happiness! Let me, though I myself, be the victim of their dreams!'
A grin was also reviewed from the lips of this flattened man. He began to understand how the rules of the game actually with the agreement of his alliance with Ki Jarok. The wealth possessed by such a black and instant road, is not to indulge the perpetrator of the pleasure of the sheen of the world, but merely to show off. The meaning of a figure like Basri will never be given the opportunity to enjoy life, unless given the task of reaping the seeds of riya alone.
With the condition of the stomach fully filled, Basri also intends to follow Lastri to the nature of the contest. But once entering the room, his desire for maleness suddenly reached great. The eyes of this man stared at the dandy body of his wife from the outcrop of the blanket that was revealed freely at the main base. Instantly, he began to creep, weighing down the length of Lastri's body, then playing around according to the will of his binary fiancee.
Lastri woke up excited and warmly welcomed a cheerful invitation from her husband. Then began to fill the entire room with exotic contusions accompanied by sounds of rhythm and the snoring of steamy breaths of hot air.
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Two days the next day word broke through the nature of the village where Basri lived, about the demolition of a tomb in the village of Sirnagalih. The locals were in an uproar and busy guessing. No exception in the barn gossip warung owned by Bariah.
"Eh, sssttt .. There is Pastri coming," whispered Bariah as soon as he saw the arrival of Basri's wife in his stall, to some customers who were crowded with shopping.
A group of housewives suddenly shut their mouths, but the corner of their eyes remained busy looking for answers from the look of the face of the increasingly cheerful Lastri.
"Ssttt .. lest we-we allude to him, Mothers," one of the women there warned. ". .. or he will subvert us."
"Hiiyyy, fear!" the other timpal.
"Eh, shhhh! Be still. He'll suspect."
"Ih, so serem."
"Ohh!"
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A man ran frantically down the streets of a village still muddled. His breath was breathless with a pale face like fear. "Young!" shouted the still-young-looking figure along the steps. He was trying to find someone around him. But that early morning the streets still looked empty. Not many people have passed by to start their activities.
"What's up, Sarkim?" Someone finally approached as soon as he heard the young man's scream. He looked relieved, and soon approached. "What's wrong? Are you screaming for help?" Imbuh the figure asked again.
Sarkim, as soon as the young man was called, stopped while breathing. Not answering, but pointing in a direction behind him. "M-akam Sukaesih .. m- Sukaesih tomb, sir," he said broken.
"Yes," the figure in front of him was astonished. "What happened to Esih's tomb? The real one, Sarkim!"
Sarkim swallowed his saliva to moisten his dry throat. The man replied, still panting, "Tomb of Sukaesih, Mr. Uyat, someone dismantled."
"What?" yuk Uyat was no less surprised. "Astaghfirullah .. when?"
"I don't know myself, sir, but .. I just passed through the graveyard complex, and saw Sukaesih's grave in a state of poranda's ravine," answered Sarkim still looks pale.
"Yes, God!" pekik Uyat immediately raised a sense of worry and fear. A moment he was pensive, then continued saying, "Well, now we report first to the Head of the Village, before there are many people coming there."
"Wouldn't Mr. Uyat be on guard around the tomb? Let me yang—"
Tukas Uyat quickly, "T-no, Sarkim. S-I do not .. uh, we should hurry to the House of the Village Chief. Yeah, we both."
...SERIATE...