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THE DEAL WITH THE CORPSE AND

not even 100 days after the death of his wife, my sister-in-law has begun to flirt again, "tukmis" alias can not stand the "bathuk klimis" may be more suitable to dub "playboyan"nya.

Ms. Erni, her wife died of cervical cancer. Indeed, when his wife was fresh until then sick and finally died, my brother was seen as a very romantic man.

His romance was also seen when his wife's body was put into a burrow, he repeatedly fell unconscious. His cry was unusually strong, a thousand sweet promises said to be faithful to death with his late wife.

All pity, all salute, except of course me and a few brothers who know exactly the behavior of my sister-in-law outside. "..dik erry, acting Jaya may also yes" whispered mas koes while looking at the style of my sister-in-law who was crying sobbing in the grave.

" gayane koyo Indian film" exclaimed mas dudik while raising his sunglasses with irritated intonation. We just smiled at the style of the merry mas jaya, especially when my brother-in-law was hugging the wet mound while calling out "err.errr.erni, why would you leave me, keep me how..?"

he said as he rubbed the gravestone that read the name of his late wife. "I looked at kowe wae er.(i come with you er) "his groaned in a deep tone. Many mothers who are pitying pity, see the moans mas Jaya.

To the extent that ma'am faizal with sobbing then squat, and stroking his back "has been..sudah jaya, please release your wife's departure.

Mas dodik, as an elder (who was elder) among us, continued to pull the hand of the mas jaya, and asked him to leave the tomb immediately. With sobbing, mas jaya rose while being swept dodik mas to leave the tomb area in the area of mackerel. Slowly but surely the tomb became deserted again.

I, who at that time was paying the cost of gravediggers and modins, immediately approached "cak di and cak ri" who had completed his task well. In a whisper I asked them to take good care of the tomb while I inserted some 100,000 pieces of money for them.

Then I took Alya, the only child from the late house with my sister-in-law Mas Jaya to together leave the location of the tomb that began to get wet because of the rain back down.

It has been almost a week more my brother jaya evacuate my home, he said afraid because he was always visited by the pocong. As a good sister, of course, my wife and I welcomed happily even though with a heart that wondered, was the reason really or did she have other intentions in order to be closer to Rita ma'am.

Two days is no problem. But as soon as the "tukmisnya" kumat, began to pocong disorders that appear. For this Thursday alone, the pocong's appearance was more than once. First when, he came home from "purchase" Rita's beautiful widow who contracted in her house.

Once out of the gate, not until 10 meters has been placed under a mango tree just in front of the house of Darisman. The conversation was deliberately waiting for my brother. Seeing the sighting, of course, my brother ran off on a ridge while shouting "please have a pocong".

I who heard that shout, of course shocked with other fathers immediately out of the house, and found my brother fell in bed with pants that had been soaked in piss.

From his pale face, I already knew that my brother must be bullied again. Mr. Hadi and mr. gatotpun directly related to the incident that happened in my house some time ago, but I patiently reassured them that the pocong had nothing to do with the previous incident.

After being given a drink of water, my brother can only tell if he has been bullied by a pocong, a pocong that has always appeared since the 100 days of his wife's death, yes my brother-in-law."he..he so jaya sir is always bullied pocong, every time you start to have a crush on another woman huh?!" said mr. gatot after hearing my brother's story with rutu.

Hearing the chirp, the tutik ma'am with a sewot tone immediately replied" ..mangkanya sir, nybut.don't origin, wong just left his wife not more than 100 days just kok already dating again " he said while entering his house.

We all can only smile, while my brother can only bow down embarrassed. "it was RT sir, his brother was invited to his house gus lutfi only, sometimes it can be parsed why always meet such events" said Mr. Hadi gave advice. I also agreed, and immediately guided my brother to enter the house.

At home my wife also asked the commotion outside, I also patiently told the incident that befell her brother, of course with a more subtle and diplomatic language. Fear of anger and fear.

While mas jaya went straight into the guest room with a frightened face. I also took the time to look at him "wes mas, just sleep first.don't forget the isya’ prayer and many-many istighfar" I said.

My brother just kept quiet, he picked up a cigarette while opening the window of the room wide. I closed the door and walked into the living room to watch the TV. Not yet had the four-eye hit show aired, it was heard again my brother shouted again.

"errrr toloooong..tolonggggggggg pocongane teko maneh" Hearing the yell, my wife and I immediately ran towards the guest room, I swiftly opened the door. My wife immediately screamed "masya allahhh" vaguely we both could still see the figure of the pocong who boldly "citizens (looking by shaking his body to the room through the window)".

At first glance the figure resembled a late mbak erni, his eyes cowong his mouth wrapped in cotton muttered obscure words, but his expedition clearly showed great hatred for my brother jaya.. Seeing the apparition, my wife could only scream softly while hugging me tightly, her hands wet with cold sweat pouring down.

While Mas Jaya was glued to silence at the end of the bed, her face was pale with terrified mimic. I then recited the qulhu geni, while reading the qursi verse. Slowly but surely the pocongan retreated, retreated and disappeared swept away by the wind. Smells of my favorite perfume. My wife looked limp and almost fell down, I immediately knitted her waist and I walked away from the room.

I sat my wife down in the chair, and I brought her the water I had previously read surah al-fatihah, annas and qulhu. After being calm, my wife bluntly said "it was erni yes.mas ", "no, it's just khodam or the devil that sneers at her" I said firmly.

I then asked him to read Fatihah, Surah annas, falaq, qulhu and closed by reciting the qursi verse to make his heart calm and avoid excessive fear.

Not how it seemed that the door of the room was open, and by limping out mas jaya, and then joined himself in the family room.

The three of us were silent for quite a long time, only the typical sound of laughter from the hammer was heard from the television . After subsiding, I then seriously inquired about the appearance of a pocong similar to the late house.

his body has not been destroyed yet.you have relapsed again" he shouted while standing "pantesan mbak erni rose from the grave, lha your behavior ndak changed, still fortunately mbak erni did not strangle you mas.., if I'm sure you're not giggling to death" she said, emotionfully slamming the door in the room.

I could only sigh deeply, my wife's emotional attitude might have a point, because not only this time my sister-in-law was playing a woman. There are many stories I have heard from her about her brother's behavior. All this led to disgrace, prosecution and abortion. Seeing the emotional reaction of my wife earlier, Mas Jaya could only remain silent, resigned.

Finally, he asked permission to sleep in the TV room. I allowed it, and then continued watching TV whose story was no longer interesting. Until the morning of the horror incident does not repeat, my brother Jaya can sleep soundly.

The next morning, I forced him to meet Gus Lutfi, a charismatic kyai who often gave heart-soothing tauziah. Fortunately, that morning Gus lutfi was at home. After a short pleasantry, I then explained the purpose and purpose of meeting him that morning, "this is gus, my brother is in trouble, please be given advice so that his life can be calmer" I said Takzim.

Gus Lutfi looked sharply at my brother, then he took the Quran on the reading table and asked my brother to leave. With a swift mas Jaya out, and take water to berwudlu. After that, gus lutfi asked him to come closer, saying ".try to open one of the verses" while handing over the Quran, saying,

with trembling hands mas jaya opened the Quran and then handed it to gus lutfi again. Gus lutfi then opened the Quran, exactly on the page that my brother had shown earlier. "waduh, the world of njenengan was full surrounded by women huh, yes, really lelanange universe (whose world is full of women yes, really real men)

" he said with a joke. " ..lelananging jagad dos pundi to gus?" timpalku while looking at gus lutfi was full of curiosity. "..yes that's how it is mas. mas kaji, full of adventure against women, lha this in the Quran is clearly illustrated, koyok watch soap operas" he said while chuckling.

I also smiled understandably, while Mas Jaya bowed shyly. After which, gus lutfi said in a very serious tone "try mas, until eling-eling. Did you ever promise or have anything wrong with someone, especially a woman until she died?" said patiently.

"because according to my inner view, the conversation that has been disturbing the njenengan why it looks like a woman who has been close to the canoean?" he continued with a sharp look at my brother. Deg, my brother looks surprised, it feels like the question from Gus Lutfi was enough to stomp his chest. His face looks pale.

Stammering, my brother replied "yes.gus, I did promise in front of the body of my late wife to stay faithful until death, at that time I was not aware..because it is driven by deep sadness, so that the promise is spontaneously spoken"

"even though the wife of the njenengan has been called by Gusti Allah, and no longer exists in this world, but the promise of the njengan is still a promise. It seems that the promise of the same old house includes a heavy promise, the proof until the end of the deceased still remember and.still collect the promise" he said at length.

Hearing the description, I also let out a long sigh, while Mas Jaya seemed to think very hard to be able to ponder the words issued by gus lutfi earlier. "continue I have to how gus, gus, cook I have to eliminate the desire to go home again ?" masgul said.

" yes it is not easy, wong njenengan himself who swore in front of the deceased, not mas kaji to the promise ?!" he said with a funny look. I also just smiled at the guyonan gus lutfi earlier.

"..continue what forever should I be shackled by that promise gus? I mean can't I just mix love and build a new home with the woman of my dreams anymore or do I have to live forever ?"

mas Jaya said while looking at Gus Lutfi as if asking for support for his wish. Gus Lutfi laughed loudly, and then said "yes it all depends on the njengan, wong njenengan who make promises, he said, now inevitably by asking for permission on a pocongan that resembles a late wife until fitting when he mawahungan again"

he said in a deep and very serious tone, "so I have to nod at the pocongan ya gus to ask permission to marry again ?" mas Jaya said with a terrified mimic. "yes and that's the only way" said gus lutfi while twirling his tasbih seeds, this time without a smile.

Hearing the testimony, my sister-in-law looks restless her forehead wrinkled a sign of thinking great. Maybe for him it is better to live a widower than to have to ask permission on a figure who resembles his deceased wife.

Yes if the deceased understands and gives him permission, otherwise "hiiiiiiii" he said with horror."kapokmu when mas, just this time got hit by the stone "I said in my heart. The atmosphere was then silent, Gus lutfi was seen looking at his watch.

I know myself, and then say goodbye to him. I respectfully kissed his hand as a sign of respect. Gus lutfi then stroked my back while whispering softly "please mas njenengan was told to pray diligently, do not perforate like this time, after that many prayers repentance, repentance that nasuha not tomato penance.

Hopefully forgiven his sins" . I just nodded while my brother still looked dumb, his gaze was blank and just like a robot when I guided him out of the house.

Outside, my brother just realized and stammered and then pleaded with himself while his hand shook the gus lutfi with weak grip. Gus Lutfi just smiled wisely and then embraced my brother while bringing him towards the motorcycle that had been stretched in front of the gate of his house. After saying hello, the two of us then left the house gus lutfi.

"..piye mas? (how's brother?)" I said opening the conversation amid the roar of the motorbike that began to leave the house gus lutfi. "take errrr, I'm dizzy (don't know er, I'm dizzy)" said mas jaya while hitting my back.

Thus the story about my brother Jaya, until now he still did not dare to date again. Either because he didn't have the courage to meet that conversation

"face to face" or maybe because he's been converted or something, which is clear as Gus Lutfi has arranged, he said, that as long as my brother is not neko-neko or dating again which ultimately involves feelings of romance in a woman, as long as he is free from the distractions of pocongan that resemble his deceased wife.

Hopefully we can use this story as a mirror, that we have to be careful with our speech. Your mouth your tiger said the saying, keep us from the calamity of our own words....

source:http://kisah\-misteri. Info

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