Pocong Assayment Tumbal

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The distance of houses in this village to one another is quite wide. From one house to another very loose. Quickly, people are not so crowded in the funeral home to pray. Similarly, Anto's house, there are six houses that gather with each other at a distance of about six to eight meters from one house to another.

There were already about ten people who served and took care of Anto's body. The people inside turned their attention to Ilyaz. There was no sound of Quranic letters as a sign of prayer from mourners. They were just silent, some people were crying for Anto who was stiffened.

Ilyaz opened the sheet of cloth covering the corpse.

The deg!

Ilyaz's heart was beating fast.

No way! This body is exactly the same as the body that was in the coffin last night. The figure seen in the musala earlier, Anto? It is exactly the same as the one in Musala.

The doctor was stunned to see the condition of Anto's corpse. The tongue stuck out with the eyes almost out, glaring in pain, and on the neck was a blackened scar. The same wound as the wound. The condition of the corpse was in great pain

“Have been bathed, Sir?” ask Ilyaz.

“Already, Mr Doctor,” Atang replied instead.

The bag that was brought, opened. Medical instruments and records were issued. Rubber gloves and masks are used for sterilization. Atang was made an impromptu assistant. Deftly, he observed every sign of death that existed. Almost all body parts were examined. Thirty minutes, the examination was done. Records have been obtained as research material and hypothesis retrieval.

“Tang, please tidy up,” said Ilyaz who was busy opening yellowish-white rubber gloves. “Already channeled, Sir?” he asked the mourners who had just watched the doctor autopsy Anto's body.

No one answered. The mourners glanced at each other and whispered. They did not dare to say anything to answer Ilyaz's question.

“Sorry, Mr. Doctor. In this village, corpses cannot be drained. Directly buried after bathed and pacified.” Ismat spoke up after a bit clumsy.

Ilyaz's forehead shriveled and his eyes narrowed slightly. Surprised by Ismat's response. Is it not in religious teachings that the crucifying of the corpse is the right of the corpse and the obligation of the living as a sign of respect and a mandatory order in the procedure of the maintenance of the corpse?

“Lho Sir, how could that be? Isn't it barking up kifayah's obligatory corpse? Will sin the whole village if no one crucifies the dead.”

“Ah, just let the sin, Doctor from this village get the quality and curse,” replied Ismat increasingly make Ilyaz shake his head.

“Hah, curse?!”

“The story is long, Doctor Sir. Wis, do not need to be channeled from quality,” said Ismat insisted with his stance.

“Citizens all believe in curses?”

“Pak Doctor is here to research the diseases that occur, not to disturb our trust!” Ismat is getting more fierce with his stance.

“Alright, if no one wants to bark, I will paste it.”

Ismat's face pouted. Very unhappy with the hardness of heart Ilyaz told Anto.

“Ngeyel. If you get a curse because of quality, I don't want responsibility. If there are residents who join the barking of this corpse, you bear the consequences yourself because you have qualified!” threaten Ismat's.

The citizens were there, silent and frightened by the threat of Ismat. They did not dare to refute the words of the KaDus. The curse is real. Residents don't want to get the horror of this village's curse.

“Pak Doctor, better not,” whispered Atang.

Ilyaz's lips smiled.

“You are afraid to be qualified?”

“If no one fulfills the rights of the deceased, I will still square them.”

Residents whispered, the atmosphere turned violent with the decision of Ilyaz who dared to break the curse in the village. He had just arrived in this village. Very against the curse. Too bold not to heed the village ban. Qualate.

Anto's body was still stiffly covered in a long cloth. Alone, Ilyaz slashed the corpse. Four times takbir will be carried out with the witness of the citizens. They look at the ritual. The fear is even more felt by residents than the need to respect the corpse.

The first takbir was done. Just reverberating, suddenly people screamed in panic, rumbling and scattering out. They were shocked by the moving, hovering corpse.

“Astagfirullahaladzim!” jolt Ilyaz, half in disbelief at what he saw. Corpses can float and make a scene. The mourners fled, not least Atang who was also frightened. Anto's body fell after a few minutes of drifting.

“Kan, I warned you. Qualate. Doctors do not understand anything with the curse in this village!” Half angrily Ismat lectured Ilyaz, then went out and called the other citizens.

They immediately entered, wrapping Anto's body to put in the coffin outside. Stunned, Ilyaz seemed confused by what happened to him. Strange, but real, between having to believe it or not.

Anto's funeral will be held. The cemetery is far away from the funeral home. All along the deserted road. The villagers were not seen to have taken Anto's late departure for the last time.

“A little bit of mourning, Tang?” ask Ilyaz.

“Yes, Mr. Doctor. These villagers ‘kan is indeed a little, plus many residents are reluctant to return to the village.”

“Loh, why?”

“The curse of musala... All because of that, sir? Ih.” Atang shuddered again every time he remembered the musala near the village hut.

“Indeed, what's with the musala?”

“Hm, just later, sir,” whispered Atang. His eyes could not be separated from the attention of Ismat who also delivered Anto's body.

Soil with holes less than two meters deep seemed newly dug among the ranks of gravestone rocky mounds. Some people were sitting waiting with ground digging equipment. Red soil traces stick to all the excavation equipment used.

“Aready?” ask Hamid. This morning towards noon, the man was wearing a black shirt with peci and also the same colored glasses.

“Already, Mr. Lurah,” said Ismat, then whisper something..

Lurah it beards, “so yes?” his sigh. “Ayo all! We'll bury the body immediately. It's not good to let it go for long. The body must be returned to its original.” immediately

The coffins are placed near a new hole. Three men descended to lay the bodies that had been given round pads from the ground of the tomb.

Ilyaz's eyes were observant. He saw a circle taken.

Why did Pak Lurah take the ground pads?

Anto's body was simply placed in the grave. There are no prayers offered. Everything is done quickly. The mourners left after the perfectly closed hole formed a fresh red earth mound. Atang reverses body. He paused for a moment to wait for Ilyaz, who was still near the tomb, to raise his hands, to pray.

“Pak Doctor prayed for the late Anto?” Atang even asked unnecessary questions after the doctor finished praying.

“Yes, the obligation as a Muslim must pray for other Muslims, ‘kan? Especially in the grave, it takes the prayer of the living as a lightening of the state of their graves.”

“Pak Doctor is right, but.... I am confused to explain it! Hopefully not be a quality. The curse is hopefully not happening again.”