Pocong Assayment Tumbal

eighteen

“But..., who is Mr Doctor? In this village there is no one who does shamanism or conduct shirk by allying with Ki Ageng Mayitan,” concluded Ijah.

“We can't be prejudiced before we find the evidence, Mom. We are relieved that the musala is not the cause of the curse and terror in this village. Rather, the evil deeds of the devil.”

“Yes, Mr. Doctor. Hmmm, Mak does not know to tell this or not,” Ijah hesitated, then he forced himself, “ini secret, lest anyone know,” he said seriously.

Atang and Ilyaz seemed really curious, they could not help but look.

“God willing, Mak. I won't say anything to anyone else,” Ilyaz said.

“Never seen the secret room in Pak Lurah's house and..,” Ijah shuddered.

“What's up, Mak?” Atang was more curious and even his mimic was frightened.

“In the room, Mak finds a shabby shroud and a burial ground that has just been taken from Pak Aryo's funeral. At that time, it happened to be the day of his funeral,” continued Ijah.

“For what did Lurah Hamid take the grave land? I had seen him also take the grave pads Anto,” Ilyaz said along with the story.

“Iya, Doc. I also often see Mr. Lurah take the grave. If there are people who ask, surely say, do not need to interfere,” said Atang innocently.

“O yes, Mak. Arum, how is he? I think it's better to be taken to the city. There can be treated in mental rehabilitation.”

“The situation is the same, Mr. Doctor. I feel sorry for Neng Arum. Ust death. Aslam hit him hard. Moreover, after being forced to marry Mr. Lurah.” Ijah glared, his face implying doubt, “kemarin, while escorting Neng Arum, Mak accidentally peeked at the room. In it.., Mak see big tall man, black. His clothes were all white, shabby. His eyes were red, staring. Mak until hot cold see it.” Ijah was nervous, his sweat wet on the forehead

Atang closed himself to Ijah's side after hearing the lap. Meanwhile, Ilyaz was stunned. His confidence grew stronger, the terrible events in this village were indeed the work of someone who was allied with the demons.

**

The night wind was getting colder, while the moon was shining quite brightly. However, the atmosphere of the village was very quiet, only the howls of stray dogs and the singing of the night animals sounded loud from outside.

In the room filled with the scent of incense and the fragrance of a kind of beauty, two people sat cross-legged, facing a large tall black shadow, looking down.

“This year's sacrifice is only one person, you still have to provide two more people according to our agreement,” said the figure.

“I understand, Ki. Atang's next victim, Mak Ijah's son. I've marked it as a tumbar,” said the person who lowered his head behind one other person.

“Ho, next tumbal Atang? Tonight, four commanders of my bodyguards will pick him up.”

“Iya, Ki. Yesterday night Atang won the kupluk, just picked up.”

“Hihihi, I love the way you give a tumbal. All the victims, you give pleasure with the dice game. This year I will give you even more wealth.”

“Thank you, Ki. People in the central government, they're starting to get suspicious. I want, Ki Ageng help me to be free from that suspicion, make the center people forget those cases.”

“It's easy. Abdi-abdiku reported that in this village there are people who dare to disturb my territory,” his voice is terrible, growling with raucous.

“Who, Ki? I will fix it,” he said.

“Definitely Ki Ageng, the city person,” said one more person who sat in the front row.

“Doctor Ilyaz?”

“Yes, who else is a stranger in this village. He is also the one who continues to force the reopen the musala and invite residents to return to worship,” said the person sitting in front.

“Name Ilyaz? I want to, he's the next collision. A very dangerous man, could be a barrier to my power. If successful, I will fulfill all your requests.”

“Good, Ki. I will fulfill Aki's request, Doctor Ilyaz will be the perfecting of this year's tumbala.”

“Hihihi, I'm waiting for your appointment. Now, I'm ordering four bodyguards to pick up a collision named Atang.”

One of the people sitting, advancing forward carrying something, placed the inn near the tall black shadow.

A small package of shroud, the contents of a lump of earth mixed with a sprinkling of potpourri. Then, the person recites the mantra and sprinkles the incense powder into the charcoal coals. Smoke billowed from burning incense powder. Immediately a distinctive smell filled the room. The summoning mantra of the pocong was recited, after it was finished, a strong and cold wind blew.

A rumble of wind could be heard knocking on the wooden window in the room. Then, from the outside there was a stinging foul smell, almost making people vomit. The smell of incense that had dominated the aroma of the room, disappeared and changed the smell of rotten meat that smelled. Not getting there, the room felt claustrophobic, there was the presence of four people who were not glimpsed at first. Then after some time, a thin white smog appeared, forming four pocongs standing in front of the two people who were sitting.

“Tonight you guys pick up Atang, the next collision,” said a black shadow called Ki Ageng Mayitan.

“Good Ki, we carry out the order Ki Ageng,” said they then turned into a thin white mist and vanished from the room.

The thin white mist drifted along with the gripping gusts of cold wind, followed by the chanting of wild dogs howling through the night, adding to the horror of the village atmosphere.

A pair of eyes watched them, his body completely shivering in fear. As much as possible, the throat is held to not make a sound so that its existence is not realized. He then ended the action of spying on the activities of the occupants of the room scented incense. What is desired has been obtained.

**

The clock on the wall shows at 01.48, the early morning hours that make residents more sound in sleep. Atang fell asleep in the cold night air.

Thin mist carried by the wind towards the house made of bamboo cubicles, crowding on the roof of the house and then transformed into four figures wearing a shroud tied five ropes. They carried the coffin of the corpse on the shoulder, trokkk trokk, the voice was heard Ilyaz as the four figures descended from the roof and walked around the house.

Ilyaz realized from sleep, his ears were very sensitive to catch strange sounds from outside the house with concentration, focusing hearing while his lips muttered. The clattering of the legs is smooth, causing a knock that makes the hair goosebumps and the heart beats faster. Have they come? Trokk trok trokk, the same repeated beatings are heard. It is likely that the sound came from the coffin of the corpse carried

They went around carrying coffins, checking one by one the room from outside.

“Where is his room?” a voice Ilyaz heard.

“There is! The measuring instrument, rope and shroud have been brought?” another voice was heard.

“There, just picked up. We entered through the window.”

Ilyaz's heart was getting faster pumping blood, the scenes were incredible with what was heard. The doctor understood what would happen next.

A ringing of fine steps were heard, walking towards the other side of the room. Ilyaz's brain thought of something, anxiously, the doctor thought about the prediction of the next event. He was sure of that step towards Atang's room.

Hurriedly he jumped from the bed, without thinking fear to move to the next crash site. The room near the kitchen, Atang slept there. Step immediately to the destination. The cloth that serves as the door of the room, is revealed.

“Astagfirullahadzim!” jolt with wide eyes.