The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 90
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 90...
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“Some of Mas Juned's belongings are still here, Mas,” added the old man of the rented house owner explained. “But before leaving, Mas Juned said .. justin aja inside. He said, Just for me, Mom. He-he.”
“My motor?”
“Motor who is it, Mas?”
“My motor I tipped the same as Juned. Still inside, ‘kan?”
“No tuh, Mas. ‘Kan, it was brought by Mas Juned when he left.”
“What?!”
“Iya, brought with him Mas Junednya, Mas. If not wrong .. earlier the same goes also.”
“Temen? The Cemong?”
“Cemong is who, yes?” ask the owner confused.
“She's my friend and also her friend Juned.”
“Indeed its name Cemong?”
“Indeed so the call, Sir!” said Basri in the midst of the torment of increasingly rampant pain attacked his entire stomach. The stomach is starting to feel sour.
“But what I saw, no cocks, Mas. Even beautiful ...”
“Cantics?” Basri's eyes suddenly grew. Allegedly for conjecture began to come scattering to fill his head. “I mean this Mr ... Juned went with a girl?”
“Iya, Mas,” replied the rental owner accompanied by a meaningful smile. “The form is really cool, Mas. White face kinclong .. but limited to the neck down like to enter Magrib time. Exactly ... similar to that, Mas ... Ying-Yang's. Hi-hi!”
“Shut!”
“Eh, why this Mas?”
“The motor is mine! The woman who was with the Juned was the woman who had robbed me completely! Her name is Lilis, ‘kan?”
“Yaaa, I don't know, Mas. The idea was .. the person was quite beautiful, like a social media profile photo used a whitening filter and skin pemulus, the body was semok, the butt was a mujair geboy, there was a mole at the end of his lips on the right, brunette dyed flaming kayak in-highlight, a boat in length but the rada-cada dimodein shagy, kept her chest—“
“It was indeed the Lilis, Sir!”
“Ooohh, her name is Lilis? Pantesan. Similar to thin trellis fence but does not make slice.”
“Dog!”
“Astaghfirullah! Rough bingit This Mas!”
“Diaaammm!”
“Ya, already. I'm leaving again, huh. I was answered, even dignity. Dih, gelay!”
“Satan pedestal!” rutuk Basri began to understand now. “Now a new cave. Why did Lilis get to know, the time and place of the existence of the cave, after returning from the slopes of Mount Halimun last night. It's not really a coincidence factor. He must have been from Juned. Haram jadah! Temen traitor who has been considered as his own brother, now even run away with the same cave motor as Lilis.”
“So ... All this time, between Juned and Lilis, have a special relationship? Since when? What since the cave often maen to karaokean place it?”
“Pantes aja the Lilis know about Amulet Corpse,” muttered Basri while walking staggered tired. “For all this time who know about the cave .. yes, just the Juned.”
As has been told in the beginning of the story, that the idea to get the Corpse Rope Talisman —indemang— comes from Juned himself.
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"To my knowledge, there is a shaman who can help someone become rich, Bas," said one of Basri's friends once. "That ritual is what makes people woof to do it."
"Where's the ritual, anyway, Jun?" Basri. The figure, named Junaedi aka Juned, replied, "Gall the grave, Bas."
"God! So horrified!" exclaimed the gungkring man shuddered to himself. "Cathyyy!"
Juned again said, "That's why, rarely would anyone want to talk about it. The test is heavy, Bas, besides being able to drive the culprit crazy, the stakes are also life."
"Dot! Beneerrr serem!"
A small and idle conversation, but a powerful imprint in Basri's memory. Complaints of wives and whining of children often shake the faith of men who still rarely carry out their own religious obligations.
"His name is Ki Jarok" Juned said when asked about the whereabouts of the shaman in question. "Living in a hill, at the foot of Mount Halimun area. That's, um, the one I've been through."
"Oohh." Basri's mouth is rounded with a small nod.
"Why? You interested?" june asked to mark it. Basri replied with a chuckle, "Lunny you! Yeah, don't. Boro-boro digs graves, peeing malem-malen aja, I often ask for your anther, Jun. Ha-ha."
Both are laughing too. But gelak one of them not because they feel there is something funny, but to cover the intent of the heart that is deliberately harbored. Unkempt.
A few months later, Basri was looking for news of his own about the place where the shaman named Ki Jarok lived.
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While stepping in an uncertain direction, Basri continued to think and think, how could and possibly a Juned betray him? All his life; knowing and hanging out with his friend, Juned and Basri have trusted each other. Even long before deciding to plunge into the world of gambling, with Juned also Basri often cooperated into oddball porters. Even when it has been successful with money, Juned also enjoyed it. Foya-foya with various night entertainment activities, until then get to know the figure of Lilis there ....
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Dangdut's music echoed frenziedly filled the dim room with colorful light. Basri just sat around staring at a large television screen, along with a slow kick while reading a series of song lyrics. While two friends were engrossed in singing to the beat of the rhythm, accompanied by two scantily dressed and tight female karaoke guides. Every now and then their guerrilla hands touch the sensitive body parts of each, then greeted giggling mischievously from the four. A dozen of the songs they had already passed, but only a few were actually followed closely. The rest mixed with other activities while enjoying a serving of a typical stinging-scented drink.
For a moment Basri stared at the four figures beside him while frowning. Slightly dizzy and blurred vision, coupled with a hot dera burning the esophagus and stomach. She had already finished the contents of the liquor bottle on the table together, equipped with some dirty scattered snacks there, barely left.
“Why, Mas?” Suddenly one of the two women approached. Asking attentively with the bending of the heaping. “From yesterday I saw, Mas this myself continues? Can I put it here?” He glanced for a moment at one of Basri's friends at the side, having moved from the binal check on the lap of the figure.
Basri turned his head and threw him a faint smile.
“No need, Ma'am,” said Lastri's husband tried to refuse. “You just said it was Juned the same as Cemong. Make them both happy and satisfied. He-he.”
The figure called just now replied. “Matt aja, Bas. Nyantai. You ‘kan his boss here. Ha-ha,” timpal Juned, mediated by Cemong. “Bener, Bass. Consider it again ama bini himself. Really no, Ned?”
“Yoi! Ha-ha!”
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