Corpse

Full Moon (2)

I approached one of the police fathers who seemed to be the head of the unit in charge of handling the accident case.

"Sorry sir, please introduce my name Sarti. Can I.."

Before I could continue, the police officer cut me off. Like he knows what I mean and purpose I'm talking to him. But wait a minute there's something strange about that cop.

When I looked at the police officer, the hat he was wearing was deliberately sliding towards the front so that I could not see half of his face.

"Follow me" said the police officer. He walked towards the ambulance right towards the driver's door.

He was talking to the driver to let me in the car. The driver was just a mangosteen and he opened the back door of the ambulance.

"Why is the back door of the ambulance opened again? Is there anything forgotten?" my inner word

The police officer walked towards me. Walk down with the hat forward.

"Please get in the opened ambulance."

"a-what ... You mean my dad's sitting in the back with the body? Why don't I sit three seats up front? My body is not fat sir" I'm myself

"Chih ... Of course so you can accompany me and my mother." Suddenly the voice of the police officer turned into a female voice. The sound of laughter alone made me shiver, remembering the kuntilanak sound I used to hear.

True to my guess, the body of the police father was borrowed by the spirit of the victim of the accident. Otherwise I might just be allowed to.

"Let's get in the car quickly" said the police father, but now his voice is back.

I can only obey his orders without refuting.

*****

The ambulance drove very fast. Overtaking several vehicles with a siren sound that sounds quite loud.

The fishy smell of blood smelled in the back area. Makes my stomach so nauseous it wants to spit something out. A moment later the spirits of the two bodies sat on both sides of me. I who sat in the middle of them became clumsy, clumsy from fear.

"Huuuu huuu hix hyx." The sound of the young woman's spirit crying sounded shrill in my ears. I covered both ears with both hands.

"Sick ... sick .. sick." This roaring voice came from the spirit of the young woman's mother. I felt so sad in hearing the voices of the two spirits repeatedly speaking. There was no more fear in me, and I felt sorry. Watching events a second before and after the incident due to the accident.

I raise my hand and pray for the spirit. Don't forget I put al-fatihah for them. My lips continued to mutter until we finally arrived at Bhayangkara Hospital. When I got out of the car apparently the victim's family was waiting for our arrival. The broken cry was unstoppable. The two spirits reappeared and are now standing next to the bodies they were following as officers took them to the autopsy room.

"Excuse me ma'am ... I'm sorry to ask you if you had anything to do with that incident. I'm the husband and father of the crash victim, my name is Kemal." Mr. Kemal tried to introduce himself to me.

"I'm Sarti sir" I said with a smile. I then explained who I was and my good intentions to Mr. Kemal. At first Mr. Kemal did not believe what I said but the two spirits helped me.

Mr. Kemal was surprised by what I said.

"How could he know? I thought the existence of the ghost was just a superstition, in fact it really exists. Even it happened to my son and wife, it was unbelievable. I am amazed." muttered Mr. Kemal in the heart

The clock shows at 13:30 I asked permission to pray while waiting for the autopsy process to be completed. I pray dzuhur solemnly and do not forget I prayed for the two spirits earlier. Thankfully, the autopsy process went well and the body could be brought home. I'm in Kemal's car to his house.

After they were dressed in beloved clothes, the bodies were moved into the coffin. This is where the core of my work is, blending it to make it look more beautiful. I polish the colors according to the clothes worn. So fast my hand work that within 30 minutes I had finished decorating the two bodies. It turns out that the science of Lastri was still stored well dimemori.

Mr. Kemal thanked me. He said that if there wasn't one, I would probably find it hard to find a corpse pot. As a token of gratitude I was given enough money that I thought was more. At first I slightly refused but it turns out that Mr. Kemal who was being infiltrated by the spirit of his wife forced me to accept it.

"Take this money as a sign of your tiredness. I'm also very grateful because my mother said a prayer for me and my son" Mr. Kemal's voice sounded hoarse but still very clear I heard. I then said goodbye and thanked him.

On the way home I took time to pray ashar in the nearest mosque. And asked the surrounding residents about my boarding address. Understandably I still have not so memorized the area where I live now. Until adzan maghrib reverberated I was still on the way. I deliberately took the time to buy rice padang when I changed angkot.

"Dwhh ... It's 18:45 I haven't done maghrib prayer." Fortunately, the restaurant of this field is very large and there is prayer. So, I decided to pray maghrib first.

Just when Adzan isya I finally got bored. It was a tiring day I thought. I took a shower and changed clothes. Eliminate the sawan in my body. After cleaning my body, I immediately pray and have dinner.

The sound of crickets tonight is heard loud with the sound of the sound of dogs in the distance. At 20:30 I just finished dinner. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and I rushed to open the door. Once the door opened, there was no one at all. I wear flip-flops to the front of the gate.

But nil, no one comes or just passes through this boarding house. I looked up at the sky, and it turned out that tonight the full moon fell on the 13th, 14th, and 15th dates that I should be fasting today.

I decided to go back to my room. When I closed the room the figure was standing right in front of my door.

"Who are you?" ask me on that figure

My phone rang at the wrong time and I picked up the phone immediately.

"Hello, good night. Is it true that with assistant miss Lastri, "that voice sounded raucous

"Yes right. Sorry who's this with?" ask the caller

"I'm Mr. Chris Bu, my late sister used to share the same mother. The body wearing the songket." Very detailed Chris explained.

I try to remember past events back then.

"Oh yes I remember sir. What's wrong, sir." I asked the core of the problem.

"I'd like to ask mom to decorate my great-granddaughter." Shortly thereafter, a sound of objects falling from outside the front door.