The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 98

...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...

...Author by: David Khanz...

...Section 98...

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Now reply Ki Jarok who turned fiercely. "What do you think I did to you, Son of Satan?! Goddamnit!" rutuk the old figure was offended by Basri's attitude just now. "I'm just helping to cleanse your body and also keep you away from the bad influence of the corpse that you've torn apart. Understand?!"

"Y-yeah, Ki. M-sorry me," Basri hurriedly prayed his apology. He hesitated to continue down from the hall or just sit still waiting for Ki Jarok's next order.

Suddenly the old shaman threw a piece of clothing at Basri. "Wear this and wear it before I throw up to see you like that!" jolt with a tone of risi.

Quickly Basri grabbed the clothes earlier and immediately put them on right then and there. Slightly smelling musty and quite rough the material is so used. The black-black suit looks like a pangsi model and is rather large once tried.

"Too loose, Ki," said Basri after wrapping his flattened body intact with clothes given by Ki Jarok earlier. Of course the man's words just now, made the shaman's old eyes turn fiercely. The jolt jolted, "Man doesn't know himself! I've helped you, even now talk no-no!"

"M-sorry, Ki. B-not what I mean—"

"Shut up!" added Ki Jarok back still with an angry tone. "You know what clothes I gave you, huh?!"

Basri noticed the clothes he was wearing. Just a regular dress and pants. Nothing special. It also smells like old stored traces and mixes the scent of frankincense.

"I've put the corpse together in that shirt, Basri!" exclaimed Ki Jarok with a bitter look at Basri. Spontaneously the man fumbled the clothes on his body. "Just inside your pants!"

"What?"

Basri directly checked the base of his pants. There it was like there was a round block embedded in the seam. "Geez!" She's shocked. 'Why put it here, anyway? Isn't there any other part that's more worthy of keeping this damn thing? Huh!'

"Ha-ha!" Suddenly, Ki Jarok rang out in the stuffy and dimly lit room. "You must be wondering, right? Ha-ha! I purposely put it there, as a symbol of the importance of you keeping and caring for it as long as you have."

Basri frowned confusedly. "I mean?" tanyanya while watching the face of the old shaman.

Ki Jarok only replied after his laughter subsided, "Just as important as your male organ, Basri. If you meet the requirements I give you, then your life will turn futile and crumble slowly. Hick-hick."

"I still don't understand, Ki," Basri said. "Can you talk more specifically?"

"Look at you, Shucks!" the old shaman was offended. "Listen to what I say this is fine …."

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After receiving the order, Basri immediately rose staggered in a stark naked condition, then stepped closer to the figure of the old shaman.

"Wick on your clothes!" it was Ki Jarok who stood his back to Basri. Without thickening, the man quickly complied. "Have you?" ask the shaman after some time has passed.

"Already, Ki," replied Basri.

"Hhmmm," deham Ki Jarok while turning the body. "You can go home now, Basri."

"Now?"

"Yes. You're still here, huh?!"

Gelagapan basri. He said later, "I don't mean that, Ki, but …."

"Otherwise? Still not enough what I gave you?" Those old eyes glared fiercely, creepily.

"My clothes, Ki," said the flatterer. "I can't go home in a dress like this. Later people will count .. I'm Aki's twin."

"Bad you!"

"Sorry, Ki, I don't mean to rival the look of Aki, but—"

"Basri, Ki. Not Basreng, let alone Cireng."

"Like me," said Ki Jarok, as he gave a great snort.

'Hhmmm, the appearance of this shaman is quite sangar, but sometimes his behavior resembles the ghost of the queen of the Sweet Bridge Crossing. Who, yeah, his name? If not wrong .. o,iya, Onzy Syahputri. Hiiyy .. gelay!' batin Basri accompanied by his cengengesan.

"What you? Laughing so. Is there something funny about Akyu?" ask Ki Jarok 'merengos'.

Quickly Basri replied, "No, Ki. I still want a little money left in my dirty pants pocket. I intentionally save for the cost of going home. That's why I asked for my clothes."

"Take yourself under a used cot all night you sleep there!" said Ki Jarok with a tinge.

"Oh .. thanks, yes, Ki" Basri said, then entered the hut. He returned with dirty clothes in his hands. "I go home first, yeah, Ki."

"Don't forget my messages, Basri," said the old shaman while watering his beloved orchid plant. "Every full moon, you have to—"

"Yes, Ki. I will always remember Aki's messages, really."

"Good," said Ki Jarok, waving his long white hair. "So I don't have to be tired of explaining back."

Basri approached, grabbed the shaman's old hand, then shook hands and kissed the reverence.

"Lt!"

"I go home first, Ki," said the flattering man. "Thank you for everything, yeah, Ki. We'll see you around the next full moon."

"Hhhhhhh."

Half a heavy heart slowly Basri stepped away from the old figure he had met for a week. Down the steep road in the hilly area, where Ki Jarok lives. Almost like half of a wilderness. Being in the middle of a towering grove of trees.

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"Hhmmm, so you're ready to take the test, Young man?" asked the old shaman after being found and heard the words of Basri about the purpose of his arrival. The thin man was dry. Ki Jarok laughed out loud, then continued to say, "Ha-ha! Good ... Great, Young man. I love people like you .. hhmmm .. Bas ... Bas .. Bas ... What was your name? Bas ... what?"

"Basri, Ki," replied Lastri's husband was very happy, because the intention of his arrival was welcomed by Ki Jarok.

"O, yes .. Basri. I'll remember your name, young man. He-he," said the old shaman, watching Basri's face carefully. "Hhmmm, it's also sweet you have the look, Basri."

"He-he, thank you, Mbah," replied Basri rather iris noticed in such a way by the elders of the owners of the creepy forest area. ". but I am married and have a wife, Ki."

Ki Jarok glared. "What do I care about that, Basri! Huh!"

"Eh, sorry, Ki," replied the man while offering an apology. "I just introduced myself. I'm sorry."

"Oh!" exclaimed Ki Jarok with a sour face, but still staring at Basri like before. "From your looks ... it seems to remind me of someone, but who, huh? I forgot myself."

"Aki's son means that?" Basri tried to guess.

"No," the old shaman replied, shaking his head slowly. "I don't have any children, because I've never been married."

"Former maybe, Ki?"

Basri's second guess is still wrong. This time it even got an unusually fierce jolt. "What do you mean, Basreng? You think I've been in love with a le—"

"I mean, a woman whose face looks like mine, Ki. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to accuse Aki of being a no-no."

"Damn it!" aspat Ki Jarok, back to glancing. "Oh, forget about it. Now, you're focusing on your intentions. Learn, think, prepare, and memorize the spells I taught you earlier, Young Man. Because this is important for you later when you are undergoing a ritual and carrying out the test procession."

"Yes, Ki. I understand."

...SERIATE...