Pocong Assayment Tumbal
twelve
“Ah, you are too imagining with the myths in this village, Tang. Can you prove it?” the innocent village youth fell silent and shook his head, “better, do not discuss the myth of the curse in the musala first. Tomorrow, you help me convince the citizens to rebuild the musala.”
“How yes, Mr Doctor?”
“Are you more afraid of myths than God?”
Atang lost the argument, the belief in God is still attached to the heart that makes it justify the doctor's question. There is no higher power than God.
“Do not know, Mr. Doctor. How about tomorrow,” Atang mouth widened. His fingers rubbed the eyes that began to water, sound of yawning sound from the mouth that continues to widen. He could not stand the drowsiness that attacked. “I slept in Doctor Sir's room, huh? I'm afraid I have to sleep alone.”
“The bed only fit one person, Tang.”
“What's wrong, Doctor Sir. I sleep under only, it is common to sleep on the tile.”
“Ya... Then, alright.”
***
The wind outside the hut accompanies the voices of the night dwellers. The howls of dogs clashing against the faint chattering of owls rang out.
The doctor was busy scribbling the paper. He did not care about the sounds of the night animals that exchanged and collide. Ilyaz was too busy writing the sheets of paper on the desk.
Atang watched around the room, too quiet. Meanwhile, the doctor was focusing his attention on the paper lying on the table, the sounds that were heard had made the young man did not dare to step a little from the room. He was well aware of the signs that were heard.
“Pak Doctor don't feel afraid to stay here? This cottage is very close to musala.”
“What should I fear, Tang?”
“Hmm, Sir Doctor knows? Everyone who died because of the curse, their spirits will come to meet the villagers. I'm sure, Anto's spirit tonight must be flailing,” his eyes are not focused, keep glancing in all directions. Especially the direction of the window facing directly to the musala.
Ilyaz paused for a while from writing activities. The paper, which had been white, was already full of writings. He read for a moment the contents, then folded and put it into the prepared envelope.
“What is it because of the curse too, Tang?” saith.
“Yes, Mr. Doctor. It used to be the same, when ust. Aslam died, his ghost terrorized the citizens. Until now, no citizen dared to go out at night. They'd rather stay at home each.”
“I'm amazed by these villagers, Tang. They are more frightened by curious spirits and curse myths. In fact, all can be found the way out.”
“Pak Doctor does not understand. The villagers were terrified because they felt so guilty about the death of ust. The sad aslam. The curse ended up making the citizens feel extremely sinful for their reckless actions. Yes, rice is already porridge.”
“If you are sorry, the citizens should pray for the deceased, but the opposite happens.”
“That's right, Tang?”
“Iya, Sir. According to residents, every death there is a sign,” Atang looks serious with his words. The doctor was interested, his eyes paying close attention. “Pak Doctor knows keranda in musala ‘kan?” he was a mangosteen, “nah, the coffin would move and float by itself then appear four pocong carrying it, then disappear from the musala. According to residents, the coffin will be in the house of the person who became the victim of the curse.”
The mood suddenly was a bit horrified. Atang's story managed to change the atmosphere to bristling. The fine hairs of Ilyaz stood up. It wasn't a prank, exactly the same as the one he was going through. Before Anto's death, the coffins in the musala moved, floated, then disappeared and rightly, the four corpses from the grave conversed and raised the coffins and then disappeared somewhere.
“How many people have died after the death of ust. Aslam?”
“For almost a year, hmm...,” Atang started counting with his finger and muttered, “Pak Aryo the first victim, Father, Karman..Last Anto,” he abbreviated the victims of curses. The direction of the child's view leads back to the doctor, “if calculated, approximately ten people for almost two years.”
Ten people, exactly the same as the report from the service. The victim suffered the same condition at his death. “Ten? Many victims were also affected by the outbreak of the strange disease.”
“Not an outbreak of disease, Mr Doctor,” protest Atang, “all victims of spirit curse ust. Aslam and musala are the source. And finally, many residents who fled, moved from the village because of fear of the curse.”
“O, deserve this village deserted.”
“Houses in the village left empty. Pak Lurah had persuaded the residents not to move, but the residents were frightened by the terror of the pocong and death.”
“I am concerned about this situation. I've written a letter to Kyai Tapa, He insha Allah can help secure this pocong terror. I will also ask him to put some of his students as teachers here, so that the citizens can return to carrying out worship activities such as when we just. Aslam is alive.”
“That's right, Doc?” happy and enthusiastic. Ilyaz showed a smile of hope for Atang. “Alhamdulillah, Atang and Mak can learn njai again. Atang hope, the terror of the curse in the village is over, vanished.”
**
Drowsiness crashing Atang. Many times, the mouth was widened, giving off fatigue.
“You've done it, Tang?”
“Hoamm, yes Mr. Doctor. A day of work on the plantation, draining a lot of energy. Plantation harvest is very fertile, will certainly have a lot of profit. Add rich Mr. Lurah,” stumbling, Atang forced a chat.
“Already, just sleep first, Tang.”
Paper that has been neatly stored in the envelope, arranged and inserted in a clear map made of mica plastic. Ilyaz got up from his seat and made a slight squirming move. The muscles feel stiff and tense after a long time chatting and writing. Drowsiness was also felt. Raised the body on the mattress and then the hand pulled the blanket. He saw, Atang was already slumbering, asleep below with a snoring that sounded quite tight. He prayed before closing his eyes.
A noisy gale knocked at some corner of the lodge. A loud knock woke Atang. Eyes that are still drowsy with slightly sloppy petals, the sound of wind knocking is really disturbing. He glanced towards the wall clock hanging in the room. “Hoamm, only at 03:15, it is still too early,” he said when not fully realized, then took the time to check around the room. Doctor Ilyaz fell asleep on the bed and wrapped in a blanket.
The strong wind made Atang feel a restless mood. Fear suddenly came and slipped in between his thoughts. Silent nights should be clad in the howls of stray dogs outside as well as the cuckoo of a slicing owl.
Bruuggg bruugg, Atang's ears catch other sounds. This sound is more similar to the sound of heavy objects moving, the direction is close to the bedroom. Cold sweaty palms.“Oh my God, hopefully nothing,” his murmur again forced those eyes shut.
