Pocong Assayment Tumbal
sixteen
The crowd grew increasingly violent with a split voice, no one dared to speak out. They whispered and relied on each other. Ilyaz understood this situation, the anxiety and disrespect for Ismat which was behind the uncertainty that occurred.
“People, please listen to me first. I know the Fathers and Mothers are very afraid of the curse that is in this musala. As I have explained, this curse is only a test of our faith in God. Do all citizens no longer believe in the power of God?”
The noise of the people stopped. They looked, even though some even lowered their heads, silent. Spontaneous atmosphere is silent because it feels defeated and can not dwell.
Ismat glanced at the expressions of the citizens.
Ijah and Atang were tense with the argument earlier. They can not choose who should be on whose side, considering what is conveyed is all right. Ilyaz was indeed a guest in this village, but the mother and son felt close to him. The doctor reminded him of ust. Aslam, as well as personality and behavior. That was the reason they supported the intention to return the musala as before.
Most of the citizens are also the same, in conscience still implied a longing for worship activities that have been abandoned for too long. Since the death of ust. Aslam that, they forget the obligation of worship and more focused on the terror pocong.
“Pak Doctor can say like that because it does not feel how we feel insecure with the curse of pocong in this village. Obviously, this musala is the cause,” Ismat spoke up. “Do you guys want to get even more severe curses like what happened first?”
“It's not a curse. Mak sure, it's an ordinary disease because of the season alone,” bela Ijah.
“You can't be pretentious, Ijah! Do you understand the curse, try to explain it to me?” hardik Ismat, do not like the defense of Ijah. His eyes looked at Sangar, almost the seeds came out.
“Didn't Mr Ismat ever get lighting from the service? Ulcer disease that once hit the village because the water is not clean.”
“Haha, you know! Really kind of know you, Ijah. The water in the village is clean and as usual. Ulcer disease befell because they prayed in the musala. The proof, after further research was conducted from the city, the water in the well as in the spring, mediocre.”
Ijah was silent, all his arguments were raw, aware that he was not an expert in the field of water and disease research that hit this village a few years ago.
Ilyaz's gaze turned on Ijah. His brain caught something important for research materials in this village, a case reported to the Health Service. The doctor obtained material for a more in-depth study of the pandemic that hit several years ago.
“Pak Ismat and citizens, I will be responsible for everything. I remain convinced, the curse in the musala is not like the beliefs of the citizens so far. For sure, I will find the cause.”
“Pak Doctor don't be arrogant! What is the guarantee for our safety? The curse can hit anyone.”
“As Mr. Ismat said first, this head is his guarantee. I would risk my life if I failed to break this curse. I'm sure, ust. Aslam and this musala are not the cause of all the curses that exist in this village.”
“Huh, cocky! May the arrogance of the Doctor not aggravate this curse. It's free to argue a lot. Hopefully one day, Mr. Doctor feels the quality of this village,” said Ismat vehemently cussed.
Doctor Ilyaz responded with a smile alone, unwilling for emotions to peak and spill over. The doctor's belief remains firm, curse or quality will not be able to shake it to invite and revive the village musala.
The trouble can be overcome. residents return to calm and go home without anyone willing to help. They are still afraid of the belief of the curse that will befall them. However, Mak Ijah and Atang remained loyal and supported Ilyaz cleaning the musala.
“Alhamdulillah, the musala is clean. Just fix some parts,” said Ilyaz, sweat flowing from the forehead.
“Iya Mr. Doctor, done too. Almost magrib, the atmosphere became somewhat different,” Atang's sensitivity began to re-feel the aura change.
“Yes, we'd better continue tomorrow. Later tonight it is likely that I will stay at the house of Mother.”
“Pak Doctor, scared ya?” Atang even teased with a mocking tone.
The night showed his face.
Not too late, the watch in Ilyaz's hand showed a time of 21.46, still showing the beginning time to the middle, but the village of Suka Asih has been swallowed by silence. No one is active. They all prefer to stay at home, not without reason do not want to go out when the night is approaching, all afraid of the curse that has not been completed.
Tonight, the thirteenth night of Anto's death. Citizens believe that if the victim of the curse of the musala, his spirit will still be swaying for forty days. The spirit will continue to look for people who wander at night to be asked for help and if necessary follow the person to go anywhere.
Usually in a year there will be two to three people who become victims of the curse. The fate is the same, dying by the way there are strangulation marks and blackened marks on the neck like hanging rope marks. Residents do not want to be the next victim, nor do they want to continue to be haunted by the spirit of the victim of the curse in the form of a pocong for forty days.
Ilyaz prepared for Ijah's place, bringing with him all the preparations to stay there.
The doctor had another purpose. The day before cleaning the musala. Night at 01.58, exactly the same as the time of the sign Anto. Once again, Ilyaz found the same event.
The keranda next to the musala moved by itself, beginning with the sound of falling objects and then he peeked, four people wearing a shabby white cloth, typical corpse clothes with a rotting face, carrying all four sides of the coffin.
Ilyaz eavesdropped on their conversation.
“Now who?” ask one of the keranda handlers.
“Say Ki Ageng Mayitan, we will pick up the one whose name is Atang, but not tonight.”
“When?”
“Lusa only. Exactly the thirteenth night of first victim pickup.”
“Hihihi, we are ordered to scare so that no citizens dare to approach this place.”
“Hihihi, that human from that city has something we cannot fight against. Ki Ageng Mayitan warned against acting rashly.”
“Better we go first, hihihi.”
The four pocongs disappeared with a gust of strong wind.
Atang, they want it as a tumbar. He is sure of what he hears. For this reason Ilyaz forced himself to stay at Ijah's house, ascertaining what happened to the boy on the day that the four coroners said.
**
Ilyaz closed the door and locked it from the outside. When stepping towards Ijah's house, he looked at the place, it looked as messy as before, quite clean. However, it still leaves the air that makes the feathers goosebumps. Musala was dark and silent, there was no one inside. Obviously, who would dare? Just getting close to him no one wants to be inside.
The doctor was brave, not a single citizen wanted to go out at night, but by ignoring fear, trying to fight all the negative thoughts that gnawed the mind, he sauntered.
