Cajaroh

Peaceful life on the slopes of merapi

...Synopsis...

I am a citizen of the slopes of Mount Merapi. Where my childhood to adolescence more struggling with the black world.

Until my actions really tarnish the good name of the family and hamlet.

Until I was driven from the hamlet.

But it doesn't deter me, it gets more brutal and uncontrollable.

Until finally the peak of my mischief, resulting in the pregnancy of an SMU girl. Which made his family very angry and beat me up.

Lucky someone helped me, so I escaped death.

And he took me to a Kyai. What taught me was not just shari'a.

But it taught me to live and to share. I was married to the girl of Kyaiku's choice.

And asked to live in the midst of society. At first I was accepted back into my community.

Until trouble after trouble comes up. From mystical, criminal to polemical love involving a girl I used to love. And at that time my legal wife was pregnant.

A life full of life dynamics. I was named by my parents Ahmad Sidiq, in the black world known as Zain and since my idolization by Kyai was given a new name Yasin.

Here is the story of the life of Yasin.

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Merapi slope people on the South side who enter the Yogyakarta region and partially enter the Klaten region. Is a society that lives in harmony upholding Customs and Culture and prioritizing Adaptation or Manners.

The atmosphere of rural Asri is cool, friendly and full of spirit gotong royong. Showing the typical atmosphere of the countryside. Where many grow various types of plants with pagan species.

But the calm and cold atmosphere of the countryside that morning, was shocked by the news of the discovery of the corpse. The bodies of women around the age of 19, who were lying stiff in a ditch or a small river. Commonly used to irrigate rice fields.

I'm trying to get close, to a crowd of people who haven't been so much. After hearing the screams :

" There is mayaaat.....! "

I ran straight towards the direction of the sound.

Until the location, there are 4 to 5 people there.

"report bayan snuffed ?"

(Already reported pak bayan/duck has not max )

Some residents, indeed always report to the village leader. Which they call bayan or dukuh. Including criminal murders !

I was thinking, is this a murder or an accident...?

I got closer to the bodies of the corpses, while exclaiming to them.

" Mistaken report bayan e kono "

(One of the dukuh sir reports there )

" Ojo nyedak po demok mayit e disik . nek rung ono bayan po police."

(Do not approach anything else holding a corpse, before the dukuh sir or the police come )

I looked closely, though not or yet dared to hold the corpse. After one of the residents reported. Understandably at that time it was still rare to know what else the villagers. It is still rare to hold HP.

While looking from a considerable distance, I tried to identify.

I don't think it's a citizen here, I whispered in my heart. And see there's a scar on the neck. Maybe it's a murder case. I also forbid people to come closer.

" Mesakke yo, isik enom. gek boy e ayu....!?! "

(Pity, your child is young, it is beautiful....!?! )

" Hoo... gek gah ngendi kui ?"

(Yes.... Which child is it ? )

No one answered and answered that question. So do I...!

Look at the clothes and accessories used. Shows that this boy (the corpse ) is a student from the city. Maybe a High School kid or an early student.

Suddenly I was surprised, someone who patted me on the shoulder.

" Pripun Pak Rois ?"

(What about Mr Rois ? )

Ask someone who is none other than, Police Officer. Who has come with Mr. Dukuh.

" It's like a murder case sir, looking at it from his neck. There's a scar of entrapment." I said.

" But monggo is identified sir, maybe I'm wrong !"

Then, the Police Unit immediately identified the beginning of the body. While being photographed, and taking something around him that might be a clue. Then he took the body to a hospital. Bopong bodies of two police personnel, to be taken to a car parked on the street. The distance from the location to the highway is quite far, about 300m. And just passing the path and the rice field.

Residents also disperse, to return to activities under each other.

I was the last to step out of the location. While constantly thinking, or rather guessing guesses. Yet just a few meters away, someone called me.

" Yes, what's wrong, Mr. Police "I replied.

" Saget Jenengan nderek kulo sekedap ?"

(Sengan can come with me for a minute ? )

Ask the Police, the agent is a Fine greeting which means you.

I hesitated to answer, probably because I never dealt with the police. What else is this about the Criminal Murder case.

" Pripun Pak"

(How about Sir )

Ask the police again.

" Ow. iyy. njih sir "

(Ow. iyy. yes sir) I replied rather stutteringly.

Inwardly somewhat indecisive, doubtful fear of all feelings raging into one.

The police suddenly said

" Ngaten Pak, Mr. Mangkeh kulo suwuni description . Mulane mayit's first found pripun."

(Gini sir, Mr. I will ask for information, related to finding mayit )

I was shocked, even cold sweat came out.

" Amargi bade ngajak sanese mangkeh must be sami boten kerso Pak, sami ajrih" the police said.

" Owh... Just niku to Pak ?"

(Ogh.... Is it just that to sir ? )

" Nggih Pak " (yes sir) replied the Police.

Although still a bit groggy and worried, I followed the poisi steps. I didn't go to the Hospital, but I was invited to the Police Department. I am confused and groggy.

" Aren't you going to the Hospital, sir ? " I asked the Police who nailed me.

"Sir, there's our own team for that." Answer the police.

I just took a deep breath, to get rid of the groggy.

In my heart I asked, "is this really the procedure."

Just follow it, Bismillah I have nothing wrong.

O yes...!

I was a Rois, who used to help with mayit. From bathing to burying. Also Read Prayers (Tahlilan ) for Muslims who want to follow Tahlilan. because there are also Muslims who consider Tahlillan to be heresy. For me, please, want to use the Kahlilan I siyap.

Back to my profession as a Rois seoarang earlier. The usual care of cultural affairs, Kenduri, Sodaqohan etc. up to mentalqin mayit, and lead the sakaratul death. I'm dealing more with problems like that. Never dealt with the police. Because there was trauma before.

So here I get a little groggy because I feel it's not the field.My experience is just about my obligation as Rois. Most often asked to help heal the possessed and their countrymen. If I had that problem, I had little experience. But at this time do not want to deal with criminal affairs of course.

I'm still waiting, in a small room. That cop wasn't in sight, I was alone. Suddenly entered someone not in police uniform, instead bring a tray containing drinks.

"Please drink Sir, while waiting." Said the man, who then disappeared so I was alone again.

It's been over 15 min I've been left alone. There is a real feeling of anger too. But I can't stand it, today I don't have an important event.

It was also intended to see the river find a location for fishing.

Sipping a drink, I clingak clinguk look around.

No Posts *No smoking*

I saw nothing, I lit a cigarette. To calm the mind, kalopun should not be just plain. Tell him to stay here alone.

While smoking, having somewhat relaxed people said. I remembered a few things.

Remembering the discovery of the corpse

Remembering *my dream* last night

Remembering the neighbor's son Aldi last night said fussy continue not to want to sleep

Remembering the sound of a bang that is calculated from a lament but nothing.

Is all this related ???

Is the mystical thing that has happened lately, related to this ???

In the next episode will begin the occurrence of mystical events.

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