Pocong Assayment Tumbal

twenty seven

On the table that was suddenly provided, there were two dice with the shaker. Ilyaz sat facing Hamid to play the skullcaps.

“Pak Doctor understands the rules?” ask lurah Hamid. Shut up, Ilyaz does not taste to answer that question, he is not a dice gambling enthusiast. So, that question felt ridiculous in his mind. “The rules are simple. Sir Doctor just guess what number came out of the dice, if the dice number is right according to the guess, Mr Doctor won this game, easy?”

The dice on the table started to shake. The heart of Ilyaz deg-degan, his fate is determined by the shuffling of the dice that will come out. Unceasingly, Ilyaz prayed, his life really at stake.

Hamid was very eager to shuffle the dice. The speed of his hand shuffled the dice in a glass-shaped shaker is not transparent. No ceaseless lips Hamid puffed a smile satisfied to see the expression of the doctor who was a bit pale.

Matching terminated.

“How many numbers are out?” ask Hamid.

Ilyaz's throat went up and down, his breathing was a bit slow holding back the nervousness. Doubt mixed with a sense of pressure attraction in the mind. Honestly, he did not know how many numbers came out, just complaining about his feelings and sharp instincts to survive the traditional punishment of the village that has ushered ust. Aslam at his death. Ilyaz seemed to be at the tip of the horn.

“Ten,” suddenly that number is spoken, just like that. Whether I got a whisper from where, Ilyaz was not quite sure of the numbers mentioned.

“You sure, Doctor Sir? It concerns life and death,” said Hamid softly. However, the effect was enough to shower fear on Ilyaz.

The doctor's face was increasingly pale, the throat felt dry until several times swallowed saliva. “Ten,” somewhat stammered mingled with the resignation of the fate that befell him later. Limp and full of hope. Unceasingly, Ilyaz's heart prayed that he could truly survive this ridiculous game.

Hamid's lips widened, his hand deliberately slowing open the dice shaker. Satisfaction was clearly visible on Hamid's lips seeing the tension Ilyaz showed. Hamid peeked at the little dice that were still in the shaker.

“Oh, prepare Mr. Doctor, your fate will be determined soon,” said Hamid.

Ilyaz closed his eyes for a while, already having to resign himself to the result that the dice would show in the new shaker a quarter open.

Quickly, the dice shaker was opened. People are enthusiastic about seeing the results, whether or not. According to the doctor's guess or even brought him to the village punishment.

Ismat's eyes almost came out after seeing the results. Very disappointed, Ismat was silent for a moment, while Hamid smiled satisfied with the results obtained from his shuffle.

“Huh, congratulations Doctor Ilyaz, good fortune is still with you,” Hamid said.

Ilyaz was half in disbelief, his eyes closed.

On the table, two dice show the sides of the numbers six and four, the guess is right. Praying accomplished.

“Alhamdulillah,” cry Ilyaz who immediately prostrated gratitude at that moment.

People were silent and did not dare to comment.

In accordance with the agreement, Ilyaz did not lie. Citizens believe that the doctor is not the cause of this curse, very different from the previous ones that befall ust. Aslamic. Three chances, all missed.

“Good. We believe in the Doctor. We will provide an opportunity to resolve the outbreak of this disease. Sorry to interrupt the time,” said Hamid.

The citizens disbanded along with Ilyaz's victory. Relief and gratitude were unceasingly felt, he escaped death.

In the dim room.

“You did it?” tanyakanya.

“Succeeded, Ki Ageng could pick him up tonight as well. Doctor Ilyaz has already declared a contract with us. He is willing to be a victim,” said one follower.

“Hihihi, you guys are smart. As promised, what do you want?”

“I just asked to step up. In the upcoming elections, please Ki Ageng to direct the citizens to grant me the right to vote. I want to cast myself as regent, and Ki Ageng will get more collateral. This village is too small and the population is getting less,” said one person who sat a little behind.

“That's your request? Real easy. I'll send my men to the election, people will vote for you.”

“Thank you, Ki Ageng. I will always be a loyal servant of Aki.”

“Hihihi, I'm glad to have a loyal servant like you, and you as my key caretaker, I've prepared an amazing gift. You, I appointed as royal advisor with the title Ki Adipati Pasomayit”

“Thank you, Ki Ageng. I am very honored to have this position. I will bring more followers from the human class to become loyal servants Ki Ageng,” said the other.

“Yes yes, I like it when many humans make me as their idol and deity. My kingdom will be greater and more admired among my people. Today, our barrier is those who are strong with their belief in God, the King of the universe. Them, the humans to watch out for.”

“If about it, we will arrange it. With my office later as a regent, I gradually abolished the belief and led them away from the belief in God. No one deserves to be adored other than Ki Ageng Mayitan, our lord,”.

“Hihihi, I'm happy with your plan and I'll be back. All right, it's time for my men to pick up the tumbals. Hihihi, a very valuable tumbar.” The smell of incense. The smoke was carried by the wind.

The mantras of the caller were heard from the mouth of one sitting cross-legged. The finished spell was recited, then a thin white mist was present before them and formed four pocong figures, hovering around.

“You picked up a human named Ilyaz,” the person's order.

“Well, we carry out the order Ki Adipati Pasomayit,” said the four pocongs who had just arrived and turned back into white fog and disappeared to pick up their victims.

****

The clock on the wall of the room shows the time of 01.48, he slept in his sleep. The piercing coldness gusted out loud, making the doctor shiver. There was a strange feeling that enveloped, trembling and restless, suddenly the mood was very restless even though, the eyes were closed. His consciousness wanted to wake up, but his eyes could not open. The aroma of incense mixed with rotten carcasses, faintly smelled, increasingly making the doctor feel unease. Cold sweat on the body and forehead flowing profusely. Repeatedly, Ilyaz wanted to open his eyes and mouth, but all in vain, it was hard to open. Ears began to catch strange sounds like those that had been heard in Ijah's house, before Atang's death.

Trok trok trok, the sound was predictable, coffins of corpses that came down from the roof with four pocongs carrying it. Not getting there, jumping footsteps also come closer, making panic with a state that never could also open the eyes or move the legs to run and hide. Everything felt something binding, he felt the presence of the four creatures close. Sweat is flowing more and more and more anxiety becomes.

“Already measured yet?” a voice sounded from his ears.

“Before, where's the rope?”

Ilyaz sensed that something was sticking, long and it seemed like it was a measuring rope. Then after that, he felt that something was binding tightly.

“Tali. Now we pick it up and wrap it with a cloth then put it in the coffin.”

Instantly, Ilyaz's body seemed to be enveloping. After that, he felt very tight. This time, his eyes could open and.

Unbelievable.