Pocong Assayment Tumbal
Enam
Ijah's voice turned hoarse and there was a cry heard from his words. Wrenching and terrible fate that accepted ust. Aslamic. Atang too late to feel the sadness of Mak Ijah.
“Then what else happened, Mak?”
“Ustaz Aslam remains patient with that slander. Mother and Atang secretly always gave her food and water to survive. But apparently, it was a mistake. People even thought about ust. Aslam had a black magic that withstood torture. He was sentenced to death by hanging it in musala.“ Ijah's cry sounded strong.
“Astagfirullahaladzim, innalillahi wainna ilaihi rajiun, very bad luck Aslam,” said Ilyaz sighed.
“Then after that incident, a strange event appeared, Doc. In the musala it is often seen pocong which he said was the spirit of ust. Aslam was curious. He wants to avenge his death, Mr. Doctor,” sela Atang.
I want to believe and not either. Ilyaz did not want to be rash to agree with all the mystical stories in the musala. It has to be smart. His thoughts put more emphasis on belief in reality than things that are clenical.
Ilyaz's breakfast was a little long overdue. Stories of ust. Aslam, increasingly makes him want to know the continuation of this village curse.
“So, the pocong in the musala, the soul of ust. Aslam?” ask Ilyaz.
“For God's sake, Doctor Sir! I'm sure it's not ust. Aslamic. Mak sure it is a vile person slander.” Ijah defended ust's good name. Aslamic.
Doctor Ilyaz slightly developed lips. A sense of hilarity and pride accompanied his smile on Ijah.
“Atang is also the same, Mak. Can't believe if the pocong in the musala is a curious spirit ust. Aslamic. Many residents who became a witness, Mak,” Atang insisted with his opinion. “And after the sighting of the pocong in the musala, the residents became afraid and reluctant to pray there. Especially after they leave the prayer, the citizens are getting scared.”
“Fear?”
“Many citizens died in the same way as ust. Aslamic. Anto's body, that's an example,” explained Atang.
“Village people then moved a lot for fear of being the victim of the spirit curse ust. Aslam,” connect Ijah explained.
“Oh, I just found out. So, what is meant by the curse disease is this event?”
“Not only that, Mr. Doctor. People also suffer from strange diseases. Ust. Aslam is still alive, many residents are suffering from some sort of ulcer disease. Ustaz Aslam asked for official help to get here, but baby. At that time, the incident of musala had already happened,” said Ijah.
“Then, what's the reason citizens shouldn't be barking up bodies? Earlier, when I wanted to crucify the late Anto, the residents even acted uncomfortable.”
“That's because according to Mr. Ismat, the curse of ust. Aslam applies to anyone who died unnaturally due to the curse. The person affected by the curse must be buried in the same way as ust. Aslam,” clear Ijah.
“Pak Doctor see for yourself, ‘kan? How can a corpse move on its own when it is drained?” atang.
Ilyaz was stunned to remember the strange incident when he was about to bury Anto's body. Anto's body moved on its own as he began the funeral prayer.
“Truely so, Mr Doctor?” ask Ijah.
“Iya, Mother. Anto's body moving.”
“That's because when ust. Aslam died, the people insulted him. They refuse to take care of the body. Aslam and buried him like a dead cat.” The frustration was felt from Atang's mouth.
“Astafirulllah subhanalllah, have the heart. In fact, there are rights of the corpse that must be held by the living.” Ilyaz really did hear it
The chatter about the curse of the musala made the three forget to eat the food on the plate and turn cold. They're silent for a moment. Silence on the table. The topic of his third conversation is over. Ijah started feeding the food. His dark-wrinkled hands chocolated the rice on the plate. Atang and Ilyaz followed. They forgot for a moment about the curse of village musala Suka Asih.
“Pak Doctor? What better, later tonight Mr Doctor stay at our house only?” tawar Ijah's.
“No thanks, Mom. Here also delicious, Mak.”
“Fear what Tang?”
“Eh, the..”.
“Already, don't be weird!” argue Ijah. “Pak Doctor if anything, to our house only. We are happy that Mr. Doctor stayed.”
“God willing, Mak. I will later go to Mak Ijah's house when needed.”
“Wah, Mr. Doctor is brave. I am amazed,” said Atang praised.
“You could have, Tang. After this, Mak Ijah wants to go to Lurah Hamid plantation, yes?”
“Yes, Mr. Doctor. Atang and I became coolies there. Pretty, make extra daily necessities.”
“I also want to go to Pak Lurah, Mak.”
“Yes, all of you Doctor. These hours, Lurah Hamid is still at his house,” Atang said.
***
A house with mixed architecture. Dutch and traditional Javanese are very magnificent in the middle of plantation land. The yard is also spacious with a neat order decorated with perdu plants.Front look already seen Javanese carvings of old mahogany wood. Elegant traditional nuances. The brown-painted wooden chair shows the fine wood veins already visible on the front porch. The floor of the house of brown-veined marble is in line with the color of furniture from wood materials that dominate the house. Contrasted with the state of the houses of the citizens who only made of bamboo and mostly weathered. Hamid became the only person who was the richest in the village Suka Asih.
Ilyaz was amazed by the architectural taste of the homeowner. Full of high-level imaginary power and deep philosophical meaning. House ornaments are classic style and ancient impressed that add to the artistry of this house.
“Doctor Ilyaz? Please, Doc,” said Hamid.
Incidentally, Hamid was still sitting quietly this morning. Accompanied by a cup of strong-scented black coffee with some small meals on a small plate. There was still steam billowing in his coffee cup.
The teak wooden chair was pulled, Ilyaz was sitting leisurely.
“Sorry, Mr. Lurah. I was disturbing early in the morning. There is something I want to ask Mr. Lurah.”
“Pak Doctor should not hesitate. What does the doctor need? I will help.”
“This is about the musala in this village.”
“That musical? What's the matter, sir?”
“If Mr. Lurah allows, I want to fix the musala and restore its function as before.”
“What's wrong, sir? That musala, the Doctor will not understand the curse of the musala. Qualate. Anyone who dares to approach the musala, he will be visited by a curious spirit. I cannot guarantee the terror that will occur in this village if the musala is even built again.”
“Pak Lurah, do you really believe in such mystical things? I'm sure, Mr. educated man in this village.”
Hamid was silent at Ilyaz's reply. He was indeed a learned man in this village, the only one who was highly educated. His education degree was a master in government, but his belief in why must smell clenical and beyond logic.
Hamid thought of covering up a belief that could have lowered his standing in front of Ilyaz. He didn't want that to happen.
“Yes, I don't really believe it either, Mr. Doctor. I as the head of government here, follow the cultural wisdom and customary beliefs that exist in this village,” he argued.
“That's exactly it, Mr. Lurah. The indigenous wisdom of this village must be improved. Citizens need enlightenment for mystical things. They have a religion and a duty to carry out their religious teachings. What I am concerned about, is that the residents are even very concerned about the quality that is in this village.”
