1001 Horror Story

Witness Tumbak Pesugihan Part 2

Arriving at Siti's tea house, the condition of the house is very dark. Not a single light appeared to light up. The situation around the house is the same. Dark and very quiet. I call Siti Tea.

“Teh Siti... Teh Siti... Ieu servant, Reza, slave KKN.” (Teh Siti.. Teh Siti.. This is me, Reza, son of KKN).

There's no answer.

I repeated the Miftah-assisted call. Still no answer.

We knocked on the front door of the house while continuing to call out Teh Siti and her mother-in-law, Mak Unyeh. Still no answer. Something is wrong, my little heart whispered.

Miftah mengamit me, invites to check the condition around the house. I immediately agreed. We went from the terrace to the side of the house.

We shined a flashlight around to make sure it was safe. Next to the house, we saw a window with a slightly open leaf. A faint yellowish glow shimmered from the cracks of the window-leaf wood.

Miftah tapped on the shutters and called Teh Siti and Mak Unyeh.

“Mak Unyeh... Siti Tea... Ieu Miftah, and Reza. Teu naon-naon tee?”

Silent. Silent. Too quiet even. Even the soft snoring sound typical of sleeping people was not heard.

“Mak Unyeh... Teh Siti. Abdi and Miftah. Teu naon-naon tee?”

My replacement is calling. Still no answer.

Hundreds of feelings slipped into my heart and Miftah. A variety of worst-case scenarios perch in our brains. After gathering some courage, we opened the window wider and looked into the room.

The room that was only illuminated by patch oil lamps made it difficult for us to see clearly. We had to use the flashlight.

Our worst premonition came true but still we were not prepared for what we saw.

Mak Unyeh lay with wide eyes and mouth wide open. On his left side, the little baby was also lying motionless. Next to the baby, lies his mother, Teh Siti. The condition of Siti Tea is exactly the same as Mak Unyeh.

To his surprise, almost the flashlight I was holding came off. Not lost shocked to see the condition of Mak Unyeh family, the radio on the left hand rang. There was the sound of Indra calling.

“Za... Miftah.

…..

 

During Reza's story, Miftah was silent. His face was still slightly pale from shock. We were silent too. It's hard for us to imagine what Mak Unyeh's family already had. We also cannot imagine the feelings of Reza and Miftah who first saw their condition.

At about half-hour three in the morning, a car entered the yard. From the living room, we saw Mr. Kades get off the car followed by 4 other people. Apparently Mr. Kades invited Mantri Puskesmas, Mr. Kyai and 2 hansip people.

“Assalamualaikum,” greetings Mr. Kades.

“Wa aleikum greetings.” We answered almost in unison.

Mr. Kades, Mr. Mantri and Mr. Kyai joined us in the living room, while 2 fansip chose to sit on the terrace.

Reza repeated the story. This time, Miftah spoke, completing the missed parts. Apparently he's calmer. Meanwhile, Mr. Kades carefully listened to the story of Reza and Miftah while occasionally taking notes. Mr. Kyai and Mr. Mantri were like that. They did not interrupt the conversation at all.

After Reza and Miftah told the story, Mr. Kades invited to check the condition of Mak Unyeh family. Only 7 people left for Mak Unyeh's house, including 2 hansip.

Those of us who did not come to Mak Unyeh's house could no longer continue to sleep. Curiosity and fear have replaced drowsiness. We all gathered in the living room, including two friends who had slept in the room with me and Fitri. No one wants to miss an important event early today. But no one can talk about it. We were silent, busy with our own thoughts.

Thirty minutes passed, it felt like we had waited for thousands of hours. Our goal is to hear the sound of footsteps and the sound of people talking. The sound became clearer and the front door opened. Reza first entered followed by Pak Kades, Pak Kyai, and Miftah. Before long, the sound of the car was turned on and left the base camp.

From their faces it became increasingly clear that something very extraordinary had already happened. Through radio communication, Mr. Kades ordered his men to prepare the mosque and dig 2 holes in the village cemetery. Mr. Kyai was repeatedly heard saying the phrase istighfar slavishly. His eyes glared at the ceiling of the house. After giving instructions, Mr. Kades invited Mr. Kyai to move to the terrace.

After making sure the house was safe, the four of us entered the house. Miftah and the two hansip stood guard outside.

Mr. Mantri immediately checked the condition of Mak Unyeh, Teh Siti and a tiny baby who had not been named. All three are confirmed dead. There were no pools of blood, insect medicine, or items that could cause death. However, on Mak Unyeh's right arm were found 2 suspicious red dots. The same small dot was found in the left calf of Siti Tea. In the baby, it was found on his right thigh. These two small dots were similar to the snake's markings.

Mr. Kyai then asked us to read Al Fatihah for the peace of the late house. He then closed his eyes and mouth Mak Unyeh and Teh Siti.

Mr. Kyai asked for the body to be buried as soon as possible because there was something unnatural at the death of the three. Mr. Kades is a little objectionable. According to Mr. Kades, it is better to wait for their husbands to come from the city.

“They won't come,” insists Mr. Kyai.

We were shocked to hear Mr. Kyai's words.

“May I be wrong. But God willing, my hunch says they will not come,” continued Mr. Kyai.

“The death of Mak Unyeh, Siti and her child seems to have been caused by something unusual. You can see, the eyes and mouth of Mak Unyeh and Siti are wide open. They seemed to see something very frightening just before death. Plus there are 2 suspicious little dots. After all if you have to wait for their husband to come home, pity the spirits of Mak Unyeh, Siti and her child,” added Pak Kyai.

Hearing Mr. Kyai's explanation, Mr. Kades also agreed to the funeral to be carried out as soon as possible.

***

The funeral of Teh Siti, her baby, and Mak Unyeh was carried out in the early hours of that day, led directly by Mr. Kyai. There were about 20 people attending the funeral, including me and 5 other members of the KKN team.

After the funeral procession, the delivery party is getting ready to go home. Carefully we walked between the gravestones. We also have to avoid mud puddles here and there due to heavy rains last night.

Suddenly there was a sound like an explosion that was quite loud from the middle of the tomb complex. Everyone was shocked at once in fear, worried that there would be aftershocks. The only person who remained calm was Mr. Kyai. He stood firm. His face was facing towards the 2 tombs that had just finished closing.

His fingers continued to move past the beads in his right hand.

Suddenly appeared a thin smoke (initially I thought it was a fog that was exposed to the flashlight rays) from the 2 tombs we just left. The smoke then moved towards the entrance of the cemetery complex. Strange, because there was no wind at all. The smoke moved like a snake. Our eyes follow where the smoke is moving. Honey, it was as if the night was swallowing smoke and we lost track.

Mr. Kyai called us back together. He asked for the tomb to be dug up again.

Layer by layer the soil is dug. Slowly, solid wood cover burrows began to appear. After all the solid wood was seen, Mr. Kyai jumped into the tomb hole and prayed. He then lifted 2 sheets of solid wood at the very top and placed it on the right side. Mr. Kyai again raised his hand, asking for the protection of Allah SWT. After praying, he knelt down and bowed, approaching the body of Mak Unyeh. Slowly, the shroud began to open.

“God…! Astaghfirullahal ‘adzim..!” Everyone present shouted in surprise.

From behind the shroud came a banana stem. Yes, a banana stem.

Mr. Kyai tidied up Mak Unyeh's shroud again, then moved to Teh Siti's tomb. The same procession is repeated again. The result is the same. Instead of the face of Teh Siti, we again saw the banana stem from behind the shroud.

Mr. Kyai ordered the tomb to be closed again. While looking at the earth grains filling the tomb holes of Mak Unyeh and Teh Siti, I recited Al Fatihah and Al Ikhlas to the three of them. May the spirit find tranquility in its eternal rest.

The gravediggers were still hoarding the tomb with the ground when my ears faintly caught the sound of horse footsteps. I looked at Reza with a look asking if he also heard what I heard. Reza nodded small. He also heard. Someone suddenly shouted while pointing to the entrance of the cemetery complex. “Eeee.. ta.... Eta nnaaooon?!”

We looked at the direction pointed. From the middle of the early morning dimness, the shadow appears 2 horses. On the back of the horse, 2 people each. One rider and one person sitting behind the rider. On the last horse, the passenger looks like he's holding a baby in his arms. The two horses immediately shot up, as if flying, and disappeared from our sight.

Mr. Kyai gathered us together and advised us that what we experienced and saw just now could be a lesson. He also advised not to add to the events tonight with unnecessary story spices. But it's much better not to talk about it. Poor the deceased, no longer need to add to their suffering.

***

It stuck in our minds, even after so many years later. When we reunited for the first time, about 5 years after graduation, the first thing we remember is the tragedy of the Mak Unyeh family.

Circulating the news that Mak Unyeh, Siti and the baby became the victim of the pesugihan done by their husbands. What the call is, we do not know, and are not interested in wanting to know. Only, until the 7, 40 and 100-day tahlilan event, neither Teh Siti's husband nor Mak Unyeh's husband, never came. In fact, they never again appeared in the village.

**SAI**