Cajaroh

In the village next door

On the way home from the cabin Abah first. I dream.

There was an explosion from the ground on the border between my hamlet and the next hamlet. Which followed the emanating of a thick liquid like mud. But it causes the smell of blood. And long ago it turned into a carcass smell.

Many people panicked, because the smell was very pungent. Some even vomited and fainted. Even the local government cannot do much. Because of the fog. And run somewhere.

Although the evacuation has been attempted, but some residents have already fled. Some of the residents, trapped in a flood of mud that is very foul-smelling.

Many victims died as a result of this incident. Not because it sank in the mud. But as a result of not holding the smell of his shoulder. As if it contains* poisonous gas. *And from the dead who could be evacuated. His body also let out a foul aroma, although it had only been a while. Not even past 3 hours.

After the mud subsides, and the cleaning is done. All the mud-covered buildings became fragile. Many houses eventually collapsed one by one.

I am the one who survived in the dream. And saved my family, feeling very sad. How not, though,

Nearly half of the people died. And some hamlets become deserted, so that if night comes. So* silent and gripping atmosphere...!

At night & after, it's like a silent grave. Plus, every night always heard a cry without any speech. Shouts for help while knocking on the door of the house that is still inhabited. When opened that looks is a figure that resembles a deceased citizen. With a creepy mouth.

The face was crushed, the body was covered in wounds with blood flowing.

there are even those whose eye seeds come out one to hang around his nose which lives his nose.

It really gripped the atmosphere at that time.

No more ranting sounds. No more sounds of children teaching.

In fact,

No more Adhan sounds from mosques and prayer rooms. There were only voices, moans, cries of lamentation and groans of people who endured pain. Almost every two days someone dies.

I gathered up my courage, I took some people with me. I gathered at the Mosque, I asked Allah to honor me. Please help Him. So that this disaster will soon pass.

Finally got together 26 people, who were ready. When in the mosque, just queue to take water ablution.

One by one people screamed.

Everyone is possessed or possessed.

I ventured into my own mujahadah, with a sound to be heard by them. And I continued to read the rukyah, tulak and tulak bala prayers.

One by one they are aware.

But when there is only one person who is not aware...?

He thrashed, sometimes roaring like a tiger. And arrived tens of probably hundreds of Astral makhluq attacked me. Very quickly.so spontaneous.

. Makes me unable to evade, what else to fight.

There's clawing, biting hitting and so on. I really am in pain. At such a crucial moment, came the white-robed figure to help me. Just when he was helping out I fainted.

I realized already in the crowd children dressed santri style. But where is this.

I looked to the left.

" You're already aware of kang....? " Task kang Salim.

Kang is the court of the santri.

I tried to get up and look for the direction of the voice I thought I knew.

" Where is this Salim kang..? " I asked the guy, who turned out to be my senior at the Pesantren cottage.

Kang Salim smiled.

" In my hut kang Yasin, rest first kang. We will talk and coffee later. I'm just exhausted.

Without answering I lay back down.

When I woke up, I asked Santri Kang Salim for help. To meet with him.

Not long after that Salim kang came to me.

" Have you seen Yasin ? Can we have coffee on the terrace ? " Task kang Salim. And invites with his Sundanese accent.

O yes, Kang Salim is my senior in ponpes. He is good at Pencak silat, also has advantages in the field of supra natural.

When home, black coffee is available. Here's the boiled yam. My stomach is hungry..

After being in the pecilakan, I took the yam first to make the stomach odd. Waiting for the coffee to be cold. And let the stomach acid does not rise, if the stomach is empty can be dangerous.

so Readers who like to coffee, do not coffee on an empty stomach.

" Sokokna sok kang ! "Kang Salim nawarin Cigarettes.

" What happened to me to Salim ? Why did I arrive here." This is in the area where kang. You already have a lot of santri yes kang Salim "I opened the conversation.

While observing this place is foreign. But I've seen, where ?

The mother house of all wood, fence yard of bamboo.many gasebo and room rooms. Maybe it's Salim's dorm room.

" I ordered Abah our teacher, to help you kang. But Kang Yasin, it has to be sowan abah first. Soon enough kang. " replied Salim.

" O yes kang.. But where am I now ? " Let's be curious.

Kang Salim just laughed.

" Ntar also Akang know, do not let me tell the name of the area. "jawbnya.

I'm more confused, what's the max.

Suddenly I felt dizzy, my head getting heavier.

I'm fallin.

Buuk...!

........

Good thing it was just a dream.

A dream that feels like yata, a dream that repeats itself a second time.

Kang Salim's..... Nur Salim.

Where should I look for him, why would Abah not tell him where he is either. Why was I told to search for myself ? One side I could not bear, leaving Amir and his old friend. And the people in danger.

But if I'm not looking for Kang Salim, it's hard to complete this mission.

" Kowe does not tugasi Nyaponi Dusunmu sak penduwur. Talk to Salim..." Dawuh Abah was the teacher.

You I give the task of cleaning your hamlet up to the top of the friend Salim

Only so Dawuh Abah.

Still have to be digested maxutuya.

I saw the clock showing at 1:30 in the morning. I take water wudhu want to pray istikhoroh please instructions.

After waking up my body felt refreshed, my chest did not hurt anymore either. And strangely the chest skin that was red is now recovered.

الحمد لله.....

I am thankful to God

Immediately take ablution water and I pray

I only had 5 minutes of coffee, after prayer. Sound of the door of the house in the ketok may be more precisely in the gedor gedor.

" Ashalaamu 'alaikum.... " Greet guests while banging on the door.

" wa ' aleikummussalam ! " answer.

Door opens.

" I'm sorry sir, night time interrupt break ! "

He said while ngos ngosan.

" No, it's not early in the morning.it's 2 o'clock more. "

Answer me, with a smile

I like humor, people who panic don't tense up.

" What's up, go in first, breath is set so don't be bored ! " I cried.After entering.

" Sit Mr. Min ! " me door.

" Yes Sir...." The answer.

After sitting.

" Gini sir, I was sent by Kamto dukuh kampung s******i You were asked to come to Mr. Joni's house. Mr. Joni died at 12:30. But just now when he wanted to be bathed, his body was hot like burning. It even went out of smoke.."

Degh's.....!

My heart is beating fast...

Shocked, and only this time heard in the real world. Not in adzab.

" Yaudah you first I will follow you later" I said.

" Yes sir" he answered.

After the death of Suminto / Pak min, I am still confused.

What is this really....?

I asked in my heart.

Don't want to linger long I wake up my wife, make preparations to open a stall later. At once the farewell to the auction place. Good thing my wife understood my obligation as Rois. Who should serve the people, 24 hours. Even the schedule for him is sometimes interrupted. ups keceplosan....!!!

Long story short, I arrived at the House of Alm Pak Joni.

Astagjfirull....!

I was stunned, watching the mayit that was emitting a thin smoke. And when my palm approached me. It feels so hot. Even if not touching it.

Honestly, I was confused as to how...?

Finally I wudhu, and the former water wudhunya (musta'mal water) I put in the bucket. When I finished I approached the mayor. The rest of the water I splash into the mayit. A little bit, Alhamdulillah the smoke disappeared and the corpse was gradually not hot anymore.

People then rushed to help the process of purifying the body guided by Rois hamlet.

Mr. Kamto, the stepfather approached me, asking.

" What is included adzab sir "

Ask Mr. Kamto the local shaman, half whispering.

" I'm sorry, don't comment so sir, ketiaka takziyah. Talk about the kindness of the deceased. Don't talk about lack. About the incident earlier, it was the work of the jinn. Hence the fear of being given ablution water. "my answer.

" Oh that's it, sir ! " said.

Once enough is felt, the corpse has been bathed and converted into a corpse. Then sholatkan, after disholatkan I go home. Because dawn is almost here.

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Up in the episode.

tragedy in Joni's eater.

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