The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 93
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 93...
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During the day, Mbah Jarwo thrashed in and out of the house looking for his wife, Emak Sari. In the kitchen not found, in the inner room especially. Murat riled up immediately from the look of his old face. “Where is my wife? Not usually he just disappeared from home,” muttered the old man was busy wondering for himself. “Did he go to the garden? The rice field? Ah, it feels impossible. My wife has never been there again.”
“ ... Or could it be that he left because of his dispute with me the other day? Ah, why should I go? This morning he was mediocre. Keep going, dong?”
Most of the day Mbah Jarwo waited in front of the house. I hope that Mother Sari will show up or come home. Until then the roar of motorized vehicles shifted the focus of the man to the origin of the source of the sound.
Sure enough, Emak Sari returned home riding a village ojek vehicle. As soon as she came down, she rushed straight at her husband. “Paakkk, Abas no, Sir!” the old woman exclaimed with a wrenching cry.
Mbah Jarwo approached. “Mommy from anywhere, Mom? I've been looking for you all day. Where to?” his question was full of worry.
“Abas is no longer at home, Sir!”
“Mother go to Cijengkol?”
“Iya, Sir!” replied Emak Sari sobbing. “Abas and his wife have moved out of their rented house. I don't know where they're going. He said he had long since no longer occupied his rented house in Cijengkol there, sir!”
“Yes, God! Where did Abas go, huh?” The old man's heart began to drift. “Kalopun moved, why not tell us, anyway?”
Suddenly Mother Sari was angry.
“This is all because of Mr!” he shouted while pointing the index finger. “Try from the beginning you want to defeat the child, Abas may not go far, Mr.”
“Lho, why so blame me, Mom?”
“That's! From yesterday I also invited you to nengokin our grandchildren, sir. But his father did not want to. Now .... our son disappeared, where are we going to look, sir?”
“Calm down first, Mom. Patience. Take a deep breath. We're talking about it carefully.”
When Mbah Jarwo was busy calming Emak Sari, suddenly the taxi driver who drove Emak Sari was approaching, then said, “Sorry, Abah-Ambu ..
“Ya, already if you want ngojek mah. Why do I say the same?” tanya Mbah Jarwo Ketus.
“Nothing, Abah, sorry. The fee is not paid!”
GLAKES!
Mbah Jarwo swallowed his own saliva. Embarrassed. So without waiting for long, he immediately issued a piece of money to the taxi driver. “The return just take it. Go there, go! I again have the same business as my wife.”
But the taxi driver nodded.
“There's more?” ask Mbah Jarwo.
“Boro-boro has change, Bah. This one alone is still less than five thousand more.”
“Mahal is the fare? ‘Kan, just from the front of the road there, ‘kan?”
“Iya, anyway. But the price of Pertalite has now gone up, sir.”
“Since when?”
“Yaaa .. since our country's economy skyrocketed, Bah.”
With a grumbling mouth, Mbah Jarwo was forced to add back his shortcomings. “Mean, if you choose the real leader, yes. Don't ngasal. Already know failed to make people happy, even want to increase the duration of leadership.”
The taxi driver smiled amusedly.
“Thank you, Bah. I say no more ngojek.”
“Hhmmm!”
After the death of the motorcycle taxi driver, Emak Sari again continued his crying that had paused.
“Come, we'll find our son, sir.”
“Where to go, Mom? Let it. Later also if there is anything, he will come alone, kok.”
“This father how, anyway? Abas is our only child, you know.”
“Ya, continues?”
“Yaaaa, who knows that Abas moved home to the same place where he worked. ‘Kan, so you can gather every day with his family.”
“But I'm not sure if that's the reason, sir?”
“Mother knows where?”
“The ladder says, Sir, if Abas moves since someone is running after him!”
“Ah, you should not be too horrified by the words of your neighbor, ma'am. The neighbor's mouth is like that. Many hobbies nyinyir.”
“Paaakkkk!”
“Eh, yes .. yes. We'll find our son, Mom. Okay well? Now calm down, Mom's heart, huh? Let me make my own coffee.”
“Halah! This father! Even the coffee. Our son says, Paaakkk! Hhuuu .. huuu ..”.
“Iya .. yes .. Sorry for me, Mom. Already, now calm down. I want to share information with other people. Maybe someone knows, where did Abas move, huh?”
“Citizens here where anyone knows, Sir! This father is just weird. Hhuuu .. hhuuu ..”.
“Who knows, ‘kan?”
“This father never meduliin own children! It's always the business of the citizens you take care of!”
Mother Sari rushed into the house while still sobbing bitterly. While Mbah Jarwo can only stroke the chest while muttering, “In the eyes of women, men are always wrong. While in the eyes of men, women are the place to sigh.”
BRANK! BRENGS! BRONG!
The sound of kitchen utensils being slammed loudly.
“Astaghfirullah! Finally, the victim is always .. pan.”
Since the situation had started to heat up and there had been no improvement, Mbah Jarwo decided to seek a hygienic wind. Stay away from home conditions that are not harmonious. Moreover, the sound of the wife crying. It feels beside the slice, the heart also feels sliced.
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While in other places, disputes did not only occur at his home Kampung Kedawung Head. Sadam who had managed to meet Asih, finally could no longer hold back his anger since last night. The man dragged the young widow to the usual hut where they met and met.
“Tega yes you, Neng!” exclaiming Sadam with index finger pointing at Asih's face. “After you leave, now you come back and make Juragan Juanda your escape. As your lover, what exactly is my lack in your eyes, Neng?”
“Akang has hurt me!” answer Asih do not want to lose fiercely. “Akang has confessed to the action of KDHK!”
“KDRT maybe you mean, Neng?”
“KDHK! I'm not horrified? Violence In A Relationship of Love!”
“Ooohh!”
“Sick, Kang! As painful as my chastity was forcibly taken by my ex-husband! Akang mah yummy, man where have antics. Same with me, woman, who has virginity.”
“Kok, by the way so ‘gitu, Neng?” For a moment Sadam looked confused. “What's the connection try?”
“Obviously there's a connection!” timpal Asih getting worse. “Didn't want, when did I make you feel sorry? Don't you want to slap me? It hurts a lot, Kang. Now, it is natural that I wish Juragan Juanda the same. Even though it is getting old, Juragan Juanda is still charming and able to bring me to fly to the afterlife.”
“ ... bring to space possible, Neng.”
“As far as I am, dong, say anything! Anyway, I don't want to be in a relationship with Akang. We broke up!”
“Yes, Neng! As long as you are happy.”
“Biarpun Akang fans of Band Armada group, but I will not want CLBK again with Akang. Enough suffering I got here.”
“Neng.”
“Now!”
“Sayang.”
“Ogah!”
“My love ... my dear ...”
“Ih, jijay!”
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