The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 96
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 96...
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Let's see first the condition of Lastri and her two children, Aryan and Maryam. The three figures of the mother-daughter hastily left the rented house owned by Mbah Karni who has now become a corpse in a wild thatch field. Followed by the death that befell Mance his son unnaturally. No one knew of the whereabouts of the two bodies, because the location was very remote and far from the residential residents.
“Where else are we going, Mom?” aryan asked his mother. “Si Adek already exhausted, Bu.”
Answer Lastri flat, “Continue walking, Son. Don't stop before Mom asks.”
“But Adek terspekan, Mom. Iyan also,” whined Aryan while guiding his sister, Maryam, who since the beginning of his departure has begun to fuss and cry.
“We must stay away from this place as soon as possible, before it gets dark,” replied Lastri as if he did not want to care about the whining of his two children. “It's very dangerous if we survive being here. Walk as you can. I don't know which way we're going.”
“Bu ..”.
“Shut up! Keep walking!” sentak Lastri accompanied by creepy lotteries.
Little Maryam whining too, “Mother ... Iyam tired. Iyam laper.”
“Sstttt!” Quickly Aryan asked his sister to be quiet. “Hold it first, Deck. Here, Big Brother help carry, yes?” The boy didn't want his mother to snap back at them. It was completely unusual and had never happened before. I don't know what's going on, Aryan thought confused. Not wanting to ask, he tried to calm his sister down along the way. Until his legs are no longer strong to support the weight of Maryam and ....
BRUK!
They both fell to kiss the ground.
“Buuu!” aryan exclaimed softly and could barely make his voice.
Lastri stopped and looked. Looking at her two children in a fit of fatigue. “What are you doing? Mom didn't tell you to stop, ‘kan?”
“Iyan is not walking, Mom. Iyan was very tired,” Aryan replied lethargic. “Have a minute, Bu.”
While Maryam herself even cried sobbing in pain.
“Basic useless child!” sentak Lastri approaching. “Wake you both up! We continue our journey!”
“Iyam laper, Bu.”
“Shut!”
“Buuu!”
“Buuu!”
Lastri pulls Maryam's arm and forces her to stand up. “Build said Mother too! Since when have you denied Mom's orders, huh?!"”
Seeing the treatment of his abusive mother, Aryan spontaneously pushed Pastri's body to a distance.
“Bu! What's wrong with Mom? Mom doesn't usually happen like this to us! Say, Mom, say!” aryan shouted astonished at the attitude of his mother. “Astaghfirullahal’adzim! Come on, call, Mom! Call the name Allah!”
Lastri got up with a creepy eye. “Don't say those words! I don't want to cry!”
Aryan didn't care. The child continued to recite the holy verses as much as possible in a loud voice. “Astaghfirullahal’adziim ... Allahulaa ilahuwalhayyulqayyuum ..”
“Stop, Aryan! Stop!” yelled Lastri while covering both ears with her hands. “Mother said too, don't say those words!”
But the boy did not want to stop. As much as he could, he continued to shout those sacred words. She was sure something was going on with her mother.
“Stop! Hentikaannn!” lastri shouted as if she was in extreme pain. Then just run away to avoid and stay away.
“Mbuuu! Waituu!” call Aryan. But Lastri did not stop. Just keep running and running until no more screams are heard.
Aryan's confused. Having to go after her mother means leaving Maryam. While staying there, don't know where Lastri disappeared to. Then with a sad feeling he invited his sister to continue the journey. “Snack again, yes. Come, Deck. Later hunt his mother away,” said the boy while winning Maryam who is still crying in fear.
Being in a quiet and isolated place, makes Aryan do not know which direction to go. The only clue was to continue on where her mother had run while screaming hysterically. As forcefully as he swung his steps with a confused and troubled heart. Scratch barefoot, down the bush that grows wild along the view. Whether there is where and time already shows what time. While the sky has begun to gray with thunderbolts shaking in space. It seems that it will soon rain. It started with a small speck of flying along with a bone-chilling cold wind.
The sky seems sad. Watching the two young children bobbing in the cry of nature. The karma of an act of destitution committed by their father, allied with the inhabitants of the world of darkness in order to reap the sheen of treasure.
Now, there is nothing to guide but the heart's confidence in God's might. As a child who has begun to turn into a teenager, Aryan believes that. So armed with a little religious knowledge that exists, it does not want to stop mentioning God's asthma. Hope the Almighty comes to extend a favor. It was evident, the wingless angel suddenly came closer. “Hey, who are you? From where? Yes, Allah ... why are you here?”
Aryan was just stunned. Staring bitterly at the figure that appeared unexpectedly. It is unclear who and how it came to be. Because the darkness in the eyes of the hunt fetched forcibly. Without being able to be held back, slowly the rumbling of rain and the blowing of the wind disappeared. It turns dark and envelops all consciousness.
“Astaghfirullahal’adzim!” exclaiming the figure hurriedly ambushed and held the pace of the boy's body before falling onto the wet grass. “Yes, Allah .. how sorry. Why are these two kids in this place? What are they doing?” Wondering himself the figure, then all his strength lifted Aryan and Maryam over his shoulder. Continue walking staggered by the clear points of the sky. He no longer cared about the little twigs that were tied round. Leave it alone and focus more on the condition of the two children.
“Yes, Allah ...” sighed the figure earlier as soon as it arrived at a small saung in the middle of a wide courtyard that stretched. Laying one by one the bodies of Aryan and Maryam on a small hall made of neatly arranged twigs. “It looks like the two of them are unconscious. It's good to wait until they both wake up. Let me prepare hot water first and some sticks of firewood tubers for dinner later.”
Then the figure also berjibaku own take care of the two children. Amidst the hostile nature and the pore-piercing breeze, he prepared a piece of hot drinking water and a few cassava sticks over the embers of the fireplace.
'Whose children are these two? It is impossible to go all the way to this place without adult supervision.'
...SERIATE...