Pocong Assayment Tumbal

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The manggut-mangut replied like a parrot.

“Thank you Mr. Ismat for his help. I am so much trouble for the villagers.”

“Ah, no Mr Doctor. It is our duty to take care of all the interests of the Doctor. This is Mr. Lurah's direct order. After all, Mr. Doctor will do research duty to eradicate the disease in our village.”

“Iya, Sir. I beg also his help later as long as I research the disease that infects this village.”

“Pasti Mr. Doctor. We are happy to help the Doctor. Excuse me first, sir. There are still many tasks in the village,” he said undur pamit.

Ismat retreated and said nothing more. Atang and Ilyaz cleaned up the items brought. One by one, the suitcases were put into a fairly spacious room.

“Your Name is Atang ‘kan?” ilyaz asked, Atang nodded and paused for a bit from his activities. “I'm surprised by the community here.”

“Indeed, what's up Mr Doctor?”

“Mushola. The mushola was not well maintained. Do residents have any other mushola for prayer?”

“Hmmm, the mushola..” Atang did not dare to convey about the village mushola.

“Yes, the Mushola! What's wrong with you, Tang?”

“I'm afraid to tell it Mr. Doctor. Mr. Lurah said, residents here are forbidden to tell the mushola. Afraid of quality.”

“Cualat? What's with the mushola next to this house?”

“Eh, the..anu,” clumsy. Atang really dead ticks. Dare not tell me anything about the mushola.

What happened to the village mushola?

“Tang!” call out the female voice from outside. Atang came out to meet the voice that called out to him.

Doctor Ilyaz began to observe the state of the room. The window goes directly to the back of the mosque. There's a MCK place and a ablution place. There was also a corpse coffin lying beside him. If you look at it for a long time, the mushola is like an unkempt morgue. It is full of the smell of heat and negative energy. Ilyaz doesn't care that much. However, he felt astonished by the indifference of the citizens with this village mushola. In fact, during the trip, this village is not seen to have other houses of worship besides this messy mosque.

Does no one care about his duty as a servant of God? Ah, that's just bad prejudice. Who knows, there is another mosque.

Long enough he waited for Atang who did not come back. Then the doctor came out to see Atang and an old woman.

“Oh, this is Mr Doctor from the city?” greet the old woman who is with Atang.

“Yes, Mother. This is Doctor Ilyaz. Just arrived from the city,” said Atang.

“Assalamualaikum, afternoon Bu,” greet Ilyaz.

Again the mushola. Is not the prayer room that should be filled with worshipers not feared like a cemetery or haunted house? Although, there is indeed a scent of awesomeness that envelops the air of its existence.

“Loh, Mom. What happened to the mushola?” point Ilyaz.

Mak Ijah and Atang briefly turned to the mushola, then glanced back at Ilyaz. “The story, hmm.. later Mr. Doctor, I'm afraid that the story is now. Already want magrib, I'm the same Atang excuse me first. Assalamualaikum.”

Doctor Ilyaz returned the greeting, he could not prevent.

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The sky was indeed blushing a reddish orange on the horizon, somewhat blackening on some of its faces. The birds also began to fly back to the nest. It is not wrong if mak Ijah and Atang want to go home immediately. Eve mushola is showing more and more of his mystique. It was like something made Ilyaz shudder his shoulders as he looked towards the mushola. He felt someone was watching. He's conscious, but he doesn't know who. With the air still mysterious, Ilyaz went into the hut to rest and quickly perform the magrib prayer.

Magrib came, it was time to fulfill the call of the Lord.

There was no azan. The village is completely deserted from worship activities, but he still thinks fine. Barang kali, residents perform worship at their homes considering that the mosque of this village is not feasible to use congregational prayer.

Wudhu water. Where to find water? The doctor forgot to ask where the bathroom was to get the water. He had to find the bathroom. “This village needs a lot of repairs. Electricity, worship facilities and other means. I'll put forward some proposals for the repair of the mushola first. Worried once his condition,” murmured. The light of the lamp is not too bright. Five-watt incandescent light only. Enough for the doctor's eyes to crawl in search of the bathroom.

Found too. It is located right behind the house near the kitchen, also close to MCK mosque. Just wall-blocked and one meter from MCK. Luckily water was available in the tub, so Ilyaz didn't have to go out looking for water. He began to pour water into the parts of the body perfectly.

“Loh, instead of unused mushola?” sigh Ilyaz. His ears caught a small sound coming from the direction of the mushola. The sound of water and people talking. “Ah, maybe the one who happened to pass by,” his hiss. The voice disappeared again.

Three rakaats have been done. With specialness, prayers are performed. The cold and somewhat lonely air that was felt, changed drastically when he finished performing the magrib prayer. Eve room heated up, the air was a warning not to perform further worship. Habits dr. Ilyaz recited after praying, adding air in the room heated up quickly. He felt the heat energy attack. However, that did not stop him from pruning.

Krukk krukkk, brugggggg, with a loud noise of heavy goods, shaken and fell from a high enough place.

“Astagfirullahadzim!” his jolt was shocked by the sound he heard. With a heightened sense of curiosity, he ascertained the direction the sound came from. From the direction of the kitchen, ascertained the direction of the sound heard. Strange, nothing. In fact, the voice was very loud. What exactly?

Ilyaz's logic was spinning; a very hard and heavy object fell from a height and was right in the kitchen. But, there was nothing after being examined. Ah, maybe only his hearing was still tired with the trip earlier this afternoon. Moreover, the village road is still rocky and untouched asphalt as a layer of road. Back, no matter the things that started to feel strange all around. His mind still considers strange things that occur as ordinary phenomena, not to be overreacted. He was tired of his journey. No need to add fatigue again by thinking about all that is experienced.

The suitcase that was still lying around, was taken. A suitcase with a small Koran was opened and the page was opened. The chants of the Quran echoed, filling the atmosphere of the room. Brug! the sound of falling objects was heard. Ilyaz just nonchalantly responded to the voice being heard. However, that falling sound then turned into the sound of footsteps. Not the footsteps of people walking, but the sound of footsteps of people jumping.

The verses stop. The sound has disrupted the constration.

The direction is very close. Next to the room, from the direction of the mushola, but probably closer. Curiosity rises. The ears are directed towards the sound. From the side of the window made of two-leaf wood. With interspersed design of arranged wood pieces. The curtain that covers the shutters, revealed, just a little.

He peeked out of the window. It was dark outside, nobody could see. Quiet and quiet. Direct view to mushola. The noise heard is believed to be from the direction of the mushola. Heavy things that fall. Then, the sound of people jumping up and down.

Tonight, who? Ilyaz's mind could not find an answer. Obviously in the mushola there was no one. Only dark with a thick mystical feel. Never mind, there's nothing. Not wanting to take a headache, he again continued the chant of the Quran he read.