Pocong Assayment Tumbal

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Sweat flows from the forehead. A green-clothed assistant rubbed a tissue to dry the doctor's sweat flowing from his forehead. This operation is not only time-consuming but also the power of experts. Diseases caused by the Papilloma virus, attacking the patient's entire body, the patient's condition is really concerning with Papilloma that grows hardened. But, it can be handled well.

A doctor came out of the room. Finished his heavy duty too.

“How's Dok?” ask someone who is waiting.

“Alhamdulillah, everything is smooth.”

“Thank God. Doctor Ilyaz is indeed reliable,” said the person waiting. Eyes sparkling.

“All because of God's permission. I'm just a mediator. I excuse.” Not to forget his friendly smile was embedded when he left the person.

Doctor Ilyaz entered the room. On the table lay a brown envelope with a health service strike. He opened the envelope, then quickly read it.

“That's the research submission letter yes, Doc?” his assistant fixed some files.

“Ya, two more days. I have to prepare myself.”

“Doctor Ilyaz is sure of that decision? Sorry, Doc. According to the news I have heard, Suka Asih Village is being hit by a pandemic of strange diseases. According to reports, it has been almost four months since many residents in the village died. And, reportedly, it has been one year more pandemic it appeared.”

“What password?”

“He said, there are many who died suddenly. In each victim there was a blackened scar on his neck. Their bodies are suffocating. And Doc, reportedly the doctor who served there, resigned because..this may believe it or not, many mystical things after the death of the citizens, Doc.”.

Ilyaz's lips expanded.

“For that, I volunteered to research the disease that plagued Suka Asih Village. The Health Service welcomed my research. It's an opportunity to develop my knowledge there. If it's mystical, believe not believe. I only intend to carry out the responsibility.”

“Doctors are very dedicated. We will feel very lost with the departure of the doctor. Doctor is one of the best here.”

“I will also miss this hospital for some time. Just pray that my research can be quickly completed and report the results to the center for further handling.”

“Yes Doc. I must be praying for.”

The contents of the chocolate envelope are removed, re-inserted in the envelope.

**

The day of the transfer of duty arrives.

Suka Asih Village.

The atmosphere of the mountains with overgrown trees and wilderness that are still virgin. His community works in the field of oil palm and damar trees. People there are far from secure. Electricity hasn't touched this area. The electricity supply comes from simple non-governmental produce plants. The roads are still rocky and muddy when it rains. Access to the city is also quite difficult. This village is called an isolated village. But according to central government data, Suka Asih Village has the potential for wealth that should be able to guarantee welfare. Unfortunately, the education level of its citizens is low, the potential can not be utilized properly. People live in shortcomings.

“Welcome to our village, Mr. Doctor,” welcome Mr. Ismat, village employee Suka Asih. He was about fifty years old. But, sir Ismat still has good stamina. Seen from a fresh and bright face while welcoming Ilyaz. Courtesy was shown as a welcome. “Pak Lurah is waiting for Mr. Doctor inside.”

Someone smiled amiably as Ilyaz and Ismat entered the village chief's room. Men with thin whiskers and pure white skin, charismatic figures are calm, suave and very visible in the lead. Although, his age was almost the same as Ilyaz. About thirty.

“Yes, Mr. Is. Welcome to our village, Doctor. Hopefully Mr. Doctor feels at home here during the later research,” the hospitality of Lurah Hamid is illustrated by his welcome.

“God willing, Sir. It's a responsibility that's been shown to me.”

“Pak Doctor, I will later place in the village cottage. The place may not be big and not fancy. But, I hope Mr. Doctor can be at home during the research.”

“God willing, Sir.”

“Pak Doctor wants to be placed there, sir? Itukan...” doubts and wonders accompany Ismat.

“Where else do you want, sir? Only there is an empty and decent place. Our village is a poor village, if Mr. Doctor is placed in the house of the people, they are also very concerned about the situation. Whereas, if in my place, you know for yourself right?” Lurah Hamid keburu cut.

“Good, Sir. I will take the Doctor there,” Ismat hid his doubts, Ilyaz caught the doubt but, he did not want to think too much. Lurah Hamid invited Ilyaz to follow the village's KaDus. A little pleasantry was thrown out as a sign of welcome. “Please, Doctor Sir! The goods of Mr. Doctor let Atang bring,” said the old man.

Atang. The young man in his twenties came and took Ilyaz's things. Then, carry it.

The village view is very beautiful. Throughout the eye to see, the land around the village is green with a stretch of rice fields, irrigation and also plantations and forests. Houses throughout the village are not very close. From home to home quite far apart.

“Away yes, Sir?” ask Ilyaz.

“Before Doctor, there. Near mushola,” point Ismat.

“That's mushola, sir?” Ilyaz was aghast at the designated building.

Mushola village, more correctly called the former warehouse. The situation really does not describe if the designated building is a means of worship. Unmaintained. Alang-alang instead rose up in the outer yard and some were growing inside. Dust and cobwebs dominate the state of the house of worship. Not enough there. The haunted effect is also strongly attached to the state of mushola. The cold and shivering as it passed by, felt strong. Especially when you see the coffins of corpses lying just like that near MCK and the place of the wudhunya. Totally abandoned.

“Iya, Mr. Doctor and the village lodge are there,” point Ismat again.

A semi-permanent house from a black bamboo booth with stilts in the main area of the house. Pretty beautiful and clean. The house is typical with the architecture of the surrounding houses but, more impressed magnificent. The distance between the village lodge and the mosque is only about less than three meters. So contrast. In the vicinity, there are only five houses with almost similar architecture.

“So during my time in this village, I stayed in this place huh, sir?” Ilyaz rolled his eyes in all directions as they were already inside the hut.

“Yes, Mr. Doctor. Said Lurah Hamid, this lodge is devoted to guests from outside the village. This village is a poor village. So, residents are embarrassed if there are important guests such as Mr. Doctor, if staying at home residents. While Mr. Lurah's house..” Ismat doubted his words. He did not dare to continue.

“At Mr. Lurah's house there is a crazy person, Mr. Doctor,” Atang came to comment without being asked.

“Hush, don't tell me! Mr. Lurah often said, so that we citizens respect the circumstances of Mr. Lurah.”

Atang was silent and lowered. Meanwhile, Ilyaz did not understand anything about what happened in this village.

“I'm happy to stay here. Asri and far from noise.”

“Thank God if the Doctor wants to stay here. Later Atang and Mak Ijah who will help Mr. Doctor prepare the needs of Mr. Doctor,” Ismat often affix his smile every throw conversation. The typical courtesy of rural residents is still inherent in the villagers of Suka Asih. “Tang, later you help the real Doctor before going home!” ismat Commandments.