The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 97
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 97...
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The disappointment of having been betrayed by his own friend, made the inner Basri feel pain like thousands of rusty needles in the lungs. It hurts and will continue to hurt every time you breathe. Didn't expect that his life journey would be this bitter. Yesterday felt much more proud because the grasp of the treasure was easily in the can, today it turned sore like a dying stretch.
The memory of the beloved figure in the house increasingly looms, but I don't know what will be answered if his condition is like this. Basri refused to return before being able to restore its former glory.
‘I have to get that talisman back. Whatever the way,’ he said determined. Because only with the objects and the way so long as it is, family life will continue to be guaranteed. ‘I don't want to live poor anymore. Being the material of gossip and insults of people around. Even from the one eye of my own father. I must be able to show myself, without any mercy from the Father, I can be a successful man.’
Then the only way that can help him rise at that moment is by meeting Ki Jarok.
Basri was determined to return to the slopes of Mount Halimun. That moment, that second too. No matter even having to go through the steep streets in the midst of increasingly weakened conditions.
Tiring alone, Basri stepped heartily up the edge of the hills. While nature has long turned black in the sun at night contest. Until then before January, the czech man arrived at his destination.
GECK! GECK! GECK!
“Kiii ...” call Basri fatigue. “Ki Jarookk ... open the door, Ki!”
GECK! GECK! GECK!
There is no answer from within.
“Kiii ...”
Still no reply sounds. Basri pushed hard the wooden door that had looked weathered. It is unlocked and never locked. Repaired a little and enough to be broken through the body of the man's squeaky, even though it must be by crawling though.
Dark ....
There was nothing in there, except for the pungent smell of frankincense and it seemed like it was new. Basri stepped forward like a soldier hiding from enemy spies.
He was about to call, but vaguely from the middle room like there were other voices. Maybe Ki Jarok is raking in spells, thought Basri in the rest of his energy is almost exhausted. Until then, the view of this man saw there was a small flickering light there. Hardly able to provide any light relief, except to give a sign that there is someone inside.
Justright. Once it began to move the room, not so clearly visible, there was a figure that was rolling on a wooden couch. Maybe Ki Jarok, Basri thought. Only a little part of his legs, stretched out from the side of the hall-balai. Not a pair of legs, but more than that. Overlapping in an equally facing position towards the bottom.
“Kiii ...” call Basri as hard as you can call.
“Astrichesaa!” it sounded the exclaim of someone in shock on the cot there. “Who is it?”
“A-i ... a-i .. aaahhh!”
Basri's energy supply is completely drained. He was no longer able to hold back his consciousness to stay awake. Until finally had to give up releasing the milk for some time.
I don't know how long Basri was unconscious. Pain and pain are still faithfully visited the body, even though the eyes are able to open.
“Aaahhh ..”
Basri groaned softly. Grimacing-ringes resist the rush of pain all over the body. The only thing he realized at that time was that he was now on a cot in his half-open clothes.
Basri tried to get up from his golek. Sitting in a row and staring lethargic at the long-haired white old figure behind a puff of incendiary smoke.
“What happened to me, Ki?” ask Basri while closing his eyes several times so that his view is accustomed to the condition of the room that is always dim.
“Hhhmmm,” Deham Ki Jarok. “I'm the one who wants to ask, what's wrong with you? Why are you back in such a shabby state?” His old eyes stared intently as if probing. “Just yesterday you left here. Then what reason caused you to come back at the time not yet?”
Reply Basri lirih, “S-me .. s-me ...”
“You came for the Corpse Rope Amulet problem, ‘kan?” ask Ki Jarok back.
“Kok, Aki know?”
The old shaman smiled coldly. “Of course I know, Basreng! Because I checked you and your bag last night.”
“Aahhh, great. That means, I also do not have to bother to explain it back to Aki,” reply Basri and know the answer to his question earlier.
“What's good?”
Suddenly Basri rushed down and rested in front of Ki Jarok. “Please me, Ki. The gift amulet from Aki was .. someone stole.”
“Sembrono!”
“Iya, I know, I'm stupid. That's why I came here again and want to ask Aki for help back. Help me, Ki!”
“Then you thought I'd help you, did you?”
“Please me, Ki! I'm negligent! I do not keep the trust that Aki gave me! I was fooled by someone! As a result ... I lost that talisman, Ki! Please me!” basri said pleading.
“Stupid!”
“So much Aki wants to say what. Clearly, the amulet is no longer in my possession. Aki can ‘kan return talisman back for me?”
“Badness!” ki Jarok. “You ask me or command me, huh?! Don't know yourself!”
“I'm sorry, Ki. I don't know what to say or do. I'm really confused.”
Ki Jarok snorted loudly. It seemed that the annoyance was drawn from his old face. Then in a cynical tone, the shaman again said, “Not that I told you, you have to keep the amulet with all your heart. Because that amulet is part of your own life. You remember, ‘kan?”
“Sure, Ki. I remember that ...” replied Basri while remembering the advice from Ki Jarok a few months ago, when he managed to pass through all the required series of rituals. Also early on following a series of qualifying processes that must be done first. at once, it was the beginning of his meeting with Ki Jarok in the hut.
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'What happened to me?' asked Basri astonished while looking at himself among the dim light of the small lamp in the room. Suddenly he felt cold and shivering violently under the puff of smoke from the censer. 'Where is the old shaman?’
Basri got up, intending to get down from the bamboo cot which was quite hard and painful.
"Good, you finally woke up too, Young man," said one voice belonging to Ki Jarok from the other doorway and quite dark. Basri immediately turned his head in shock, and immediately closed his maleness with both palms. "Sleep you too, Basri. He-he."
The man stared intently at the old figure, then asked worriedly, "What is Aki doing with me? Why am I naked like this?" Basri secretly checked his buttocks. Afraid of anything happening while she had fainted since January. There was nothing strange or painful in the area.
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