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MYSTERY OF THE KOPEL HOUSE

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh...

This time I will bring a story from one of the police (Rachmat). His origin is from Java Island.

He had a mystical incident when he was assigned to the island of Borneo."

In early 1998 I was assigned to Kalimantan.

For 4 months there, I met a woman named Harti. Harti was of Javanese blood.but, he was born in Kalimantan.

Harti's parents used to be members of the police force and are now retired.

Because of the interest between the two of us.

January, 1999. We married.

A few months later...

At that time I invited Harti to stay at Dinas house.

The house is a stage but the House is a Kopel (Long House).

The residents of Kopel House are not only members of the Police, but there are Health Officers, PPL (field extension officers) and agricultural extension workers.

here the land is so vast. From one land another far away.

Harti is 6 months pregnant. After salat asar Harti spit for bed.

Breezy wind entered through the gap of the wall of the house made of wood, making Harti's eyes dimmer because of its coolness. Unconsciously, Harti closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I was under the house. His name is Stage House, so below there is a gap for us to hang out or park motorcycles.

I climbed the stairs and went into the house. Looking at the sleeping wife, I did not dare to wake her.

I sat on the mat next to him.

There is no table or chair in this house. We used to sit on the floor we fitted the mats on.

Seeing the face of the wife who was sleeping makes me smile a little, what else imagine soon we have a baby.

Before long a strong wind came, fading the beautiful shadows in the daydream..

The mats that opened up made me panic. Harti was shocked and woke up.

We're holding the mat. Staring at each other Harti said. "Don't know, how it got like this!" I was confused as to why he could say that word. My mind is not good. Especially Pregnant Women, sometimes the sensitivity is higher.

"Prang.." The sound of the plate breaking. Harti rushed towards the source of the sound coming from the kitchen.

Harti walked with small steps, while several times reaching his distended stomach with his hands.

Upon arrival in the kitchen Harti was shocked and sculpted when looking at the dining table. He saw a plate that was smashed into pieces, but the fragments were not scattered. The plate broke on the table.on the plate stacking is still neatly arranged fried fish that he put on the plate.

Can't imagine the strange. The small table of glasses, jars of sugar and jars of crackers did not shift in the slightest. but, why did this plate suddenly break by itself?!

"Astagfirulabadim..." Harti spoke in a soft tone.

Harti ran towards my side.

With a pale face Harti told me and pulled me to stand up.

We stood and looked at each other. I tried to calm him who was panicking.

"Maybe it's just a cat," I said slowly, but did not make Harti calm down, instead he panicked more, "Where might a cat come in? My doors and windows were tightly shut," he said in a half-creaming tone. I just fell silent and Harti continued his words, "Kan mas is having a toothache, so my doors and windows are key so as not to disturb the gold that is hurting" Harti said.

I could only listen without saying much, for enduring the toothache I was suffering from. As I remember it happened on Wednesday.

Seeing Harti who panicked and never dimmed. I took him to his parents' house.

The distance we traveled was far. I also thought strangely about the incident and made my hair bristling.

We went home Thursday.

This afternoon Harti invited the mothers of jamaah yasin to hold a yasinan in our home.

After the funeral, about 4 pm they arrived. We're yasinan until 6 and a half.

After they left, Harti invited me to stay at his parents' house again. Harti still felt afraid and did not dare to sleep here.

I followed her and we stayed at Harti's parents' house until Monday.

"Let's go home, I'm afraid if left for a while... Later our house will be dirty," said Harti. I followed him and this afternoon we went home.

Arriving at home I sat on the terrace, while Harti was busy cleaning the house.

My friend Sodikun visited shortly.

"Assynoltom..."

"Goddessalam... Here Dik sits," I said telling Sodikun to sit next to him.

"Tumben play, what's up, Dik?"

"There's nothing, just playing."

We were silent for a moment. I saw his face as if he was holding something.

"So it's actually like this. Last Friday night I came here. I saw from far away the house there was someone. When I got home, I called the name of the mas several times but there was no answer, so I immediately rushed home because I was afraid this area would be vulnerable," said Sodikun at length.

After hearing her story, I tried to tell her the same story about the plate that broke the other day but, she couldn't believe it.

"How about this man, his own story will be heard, but my story he does not believe," I muttered in my heart and smiled slightly looking at him.

After the strange incident, I invited the neighbors to stay up at home. We play kerambol and Remi (card). While on Sunday night, Harti I take a walk until 3 am.

Harti content has been 8 months, I invited him to gather with the people of Central Java who are here (Kalimantan), because there is an event.

After the event was over, while filling our free time playing rummy.

It doesn't feel like 3 in the morning. I immediately took Harti home.

When we got home, we went straight to the room.

I fell asleep and Harti couldn't sleep.

He heard something roll. It sounded like the sound of a game being played. Shortly heard the sound of a faucet being opened.

The sound of the water flowing was so clear due to the atmosphere being so quiet.

"Geezer... Byur... Byurs..." The sound of people taking a shower.

At that time Harti tried to wake me up, but, the tubal members he could not move. Harti read the prayer as much as possible. Not so long Harti tubub can be moved. Harti tried to wake me up, but I never woke up.

His sweat wetted his forehead, his body trembled slightly.but, not stopping him, he continued to shake my limbs.

tired and I never woke up, Harti fell asleep.

The sunlight tried to break through the wooden wall. Make the eyes glare at the light. We soon woke up.

Harti told me about last night, but I said, "The hallucinations of times."

My words made the look on his face emit annoyance. He left me still lying in bed.

After that night. Every morning, Harti felt that there were eyes watching him from behind every corner of the room, sharp eyes full of anger.

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