Corpse

Kliwon Tuesday

I walked back down the hospital hallways that were passed while walking with Susan. Trying to remember and memorize until at last I was in front of the hospital gate. From a distance I saw the dome of the mosque across the street. I soon crossed over to the mosque.

I took off my foot while climbing the floor of the mosque. With a gontai step I take ablution water to perform prayer. I tried to pray fervently even though I knew someone was watching my movements. I read it as a form of gratitude for all the good I have today.

As I walked out of the mosque, I felt that I was still being overshadowed and watched by someone. I exhaled a rude breath regardless and focused on blocking the angkot. Shortly after that the angkot stopped in front of me leaving only one seat. The atmosphere in this angkot is hot and stuffy even though the angkot windows are open. Suddenly there was a sound from the top of the angkot. All passengers who are predominantly Muslim say Istighfar.

"Astaghfirullah!"

"That stops first, try to see first on the ax there is nothing." sergeant one of the passengers

This angkot driver inevitably immediately pulled over his vehicle. By riding one of the front tires he began to wander staring at the ax that was empty no goods. He was also confused where the sound of the falling object came from.

"There's nothing ma'am, empty." cried the driver as he lowered one leg down.

Each other passengers in these stamps gossip about strange things that happen.

"He's still sitting up there" I muttered

The woman who had infiltrated Jeni's body tried to follow me to the boarding house. I have read the verse of the chair many times it turns out he is still not caught off guard. Until he did mischief by deflating the angkot tire suddenly. Fortunately, it is not speeding up if it is not possible this angkot is already playing. Because I was afraid that he would do something more extreme, I decided to stop 200 meters from my boarding road.

Not far from a few meters I walked, there was a catfish pecel shop that was preparing its merchandise. I quickly stepped up and approached the store.

"Mom, I ordered rice pecel catfish and fried tofu wrapped yes. The kobis leaves are fried yes ma'am." I said steadily

"His daughter wasn't bought by you?" ask the seller's mother

"Daughter?"

"Yes, who is standing next to my mother" replied the mother

When I looked, I saw no one.

"Well, how did it disappear when I clearly saw it next to my mother. But what now there isn't?" the mother scratched her head

"I'm sorry ma'am, maybe I saw it wrong. Wait a minute ma'am order it." said the mother left me

15 Minutes later, my order was ready and no interruptions occurred.

"This is ma'am, a total of 17 thousand rupiah" said the mother of the seller handed over the package

"Place the ma'am."

"Thank you ma'am. Thank you first customer, bestselling sweet." The shop owner's mother slapped money at his merchandise. A myth among the sellers including what I did when I was a traveling vegetable seller.

After passing through several shophouses and minimarkets, I finally arrived in front of my boarding gate. The hidden costs on the side of the road that not many people know about including me first.

"Alhamdulillah finally got to be bored." I said reaching for the key from inside the bag.

Chequelek

"Assalamualaik." My habit when I enter the house

I put the bag and the side dish on the table. Don't forget the city make up I put behind the door. It feels so bad to be outside all day. So I decided to take a shower before performing the ashar prayer.

After bathing immediately I abudhu and perform ashar prayer because the clock has shown at 16:30.

Crewman

I was hungry and my stomach was asking to be filled. I started by reading basmalah and drinking a glass of water. Soon I ate the pecel lele rice I bought earlier. The savory taste of catfish and spicy from sambal adds to the pleasure of the mouth especially plus the sweet taste of fried kobis.

"Alhamdulillah." I take a glass of water back to wet my throat.

Crings ... crings ...

"Hello assalamualaikum, May."

"...."

"Thank God you be healthy, son. What about your school and your sister Mita?

"...."

"Alhamdulillah, a great mother's child can escape the SNMPTN invitation. Studying hard to pass the National Exam. Don't forget your sister was noticed. "

"...."

"Getishalight."

I am so grateful that Maya and Mita can live independently in the village. They can study diligently without me being next to them. Moreover, Maya can enter the IPB without a test provided she passes the National Examination.

Unknowingly I was drifting in my own thoughts until it did not feel adzan maghrib had reverberated. I took my step towards the bathroom after I had previously thrown away the trash from the food package.

The water that soaked my body felt fresh but I don't know why tonight I feel scared. I hurried to end my ablution and locked the back door. In my room this bathroom is separated by a door and a small kitchen only I have not had time to buy cookware and stove.

"Allahu Akbar."

The first rakaat I can still be solemn with my prayers. The sound of wind and thunder that rumbled coupled with the swift rain made my prayer slightly disturbed. A second rakaat sounded from behind the knocking sound and the front door leaf that seemed forced to be opened. At that moment my faith collapsed, terrified at hearing the source of a different voice. And at the last moment there was a giggling sound with the door that was played so fast.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi." I end with greetings continued with recitation. The Koran that I had prepared beside the prayer mat, I read by starting the Waqiah letter. The heavy rain outside subsided a little but the disturbance had not stopped. I continued by reading Yasin and Al-Baqarah.

Chalcis ... cekrek .... Sound from the front door

"Chih .... Hihih."

Duar ... duar .... The sound of a bang from the back door

Until the sound of Adzan isya reverberated I stopped for a moment. The sound of claws on the door began to sound and the shadow in front of the door reflected off the ceramic floor. It was like trying to get in. After the adzan isya finished reverberating, I decided to pray Isya and continue reading al-Baqarah.

"Murghh." The voice from the back door again sounded now like a female voice.

"Open the door!" The hoarse and raucous voice belonged to a man whom I made sure was genderuwo.

My heart felt like it was coming out and my breath was starting to feel tight. But I have not stopped reading the Quran. I could only hear voices without me knowing how many were trying to get into this room. Then I opened the letter section Al-Jinn and started reading it. In some parts of the verse I closed my eyes.

"Astaghfirullahaldzim." I murmured in my heart

So many of them approached my room and now the sound of the door buzzing louder and louder. Plus the howling of the boarding dog is now in front of my room door. Animal instincts are never wrong. Because I felt unable to read until the completion of the letter of Al-Jinn, I ended the reading of the Quran. After that I read as many verses of the chair as possible until the voices disappeared.