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Railway Tumbals

At first entered Smp I was asked to move to east Java to accompany the grandmother who was alone there.

" Um., if later there help grandma yes son.oh yeah don't forget to learn, pray her don't stay, don't sleep too late, don't wake up bad luck blah. blah.bla ". That was my mother's message before heading back to our home in West Java and leaving me to live with my grandmother.

There is a sense of sadness and sadness when you have to part with Papa, Mama is also my three brothers.

It was heavy but I was the one chosen by grandmother to accompany her and I also felt sorry to see the lonely old grandmother.

That morning I went to my new school, from my grandmother's house, it was a good distance of 15 minutes if I took the angkot.

To get to the highway must walk 200 meters and then cross the railway that has existed since the Dutch era.

As usual I walked leisurely not hasty because it was still very early in the morning at 5.30, the atmosphere was already crowded with the daily activities of the villagers.

There are those who go to the fields, to the market, between children to school, etc. I greet them one by one because that is what my grandmother taught me to always be friendly to everyone I met on the village road I went through.

Suddenly my steps stopped because there was a cry of people shouting calling behind me. Between confusion and shock I turned my face to look back, I saw people frantically shouting calling me especially father - the rickshaw man who gathered at the patrol post at the end of the road.

Then I looked to the right side, how shocked I was because my position was already on the train tracks and there was a train stop fitting 6 meters from my standing position.

The machinist came out and scolded me that I didn't really hear what to say because my hearing at the time didn't work.

Cold sweat poured, my body was limp at that moment.

Suddenly, my grandmother's neighbor Edi came up to me and pushed me off the tracks so that the train could continue the journey.

" Iku putune si mbah Dollah alley cak mosque, mangkane congratulations not sido dadi tumbal (that's his grandson mbah Abdullah in alley kak mosque, so why not be a tumbal) ". Mr. Kardi was one of the pedicab drivers at the patrol station approaching us.

Then they drove me back to Grandma's.

Arriving at home, Grandma was shocked to see me crying between home by two neighbors.

" Lohs..Um, kenopo kok wes moleh ? Koen kenopo nangis nduk ..onno opo ?". (Loh..Um, why go home, why are you..? What's up ?". ) Grandma was very surprised.

After I started to calm down, grandma started telling me what she was supposed to tell me yesterday but she forgot.

Actually, the beginning of the construction of the railway in the Dutch colonial era was very difficult because of the many disturbances from invisible creatures there.

The Dutch urgently needed the rail to transport sugar and other produce to the city.

The indigenous people who at that time were forced to do their work could not do anything, then the Dutch asked the village elders for help to expel the intruder.

The village elders also tried to dialogue and there was an agreement that the guardian of the rail will not hamper the construction of the rail as long as every syuro month there must be a person made into a mashup .

Because the Dutch continued to be urged, village elders also agreed on the condition that the tumbal should not be taken from the villagers.

And I happen to be still a native descendant of the village, even though they follow their parents out of the village, because the agreement, failed to be made a collision.

The grandmother said the creature could smell the smell of blood in the body of his victims to distinguish the descendants of the village there or not,

Usually after the incident his victims will be aired for a week somehow , the residents also still do not know but after 7 days the disorder will disappear by itself.

And when Mr. Edi drove me, told my grandmother that at that time I was like a confused person, in teriakin many people did not hear even the sound of the train bell did not hear, he said, an oncoming train could suddenly brake and just stop exactly 6 meters from my right side standing.

We are both together - equally grateful to ALLOH SWT who protected me from the disaster.

But not with the villagers, because the fall of the month of syuro failed then there will be other victims.

Since then every guest from outside the village or immigrants who settled in the village are always reminded to carefully pass the train tracks must pray a lot so as not to become victims of the next crash.

And sure enough after three days of the incident that I experienced .The next morning residents were shocked by the discovery of a body that was hit by a train on the edge of the rail in an amazing situation.

As usual the body of the victim destroyed no longer shaped, his organs scattered where - mana.

The victim is a mixed tofu seller who comes from the next village, usually if the victim's night around while carrying his merchandise