Pocong Assayment Tumbal

eight

“Didn't the Doctor see wrong? The villagers no one dared to approach this musala. New Doctor Sir who dared to enter here.”

“For God's sake, Mak. There was a woman crying here. Where else did it go?” Ilyaz could not find the whereabouts of the woman in question.

Ijah was getting goosebumps. Thought glaring. Besides the pocong told by the villagers. It could be, the woman was a kuntilanak who showed her existence to Ilyaz. Understandably, the doctor is new in this village. Don't know anything about the awesomeness of musala.

“Pak Doctor, should we just get out of here?” Ijah trembling. Fear is rising. Moist and spooky Eve even more add to Ijah's fear. Moreover, the woman Ilyaz told disappeared without knowing her whereabouts.

“Let's go, Mak. Let's make sure first. Who knows is still here,” said Ilyaz increasingly curious about the woman.

“Aduh Mr. Doctor, where there are women who dare to come here alone. It is possible that, as seen by the Doctor, the gentle ruler of this musala. True said Atang if this musala even become a gathering place for subtle creatures. Ouch Gusti..tobat,” said Ijah whining in fear.

Ilyaz turned towards Ijah. His heart felt pity for the fear that the old woman had experienced. If the longer left, Ijah may experience negative things and may be carried away by dreams later in the night.

“Come on, we leave this place! Yes maybe Mom was right, I was wrong see.”

“Iya Mr. Doctor, Mak not strong want to leave here immediately. Spooky.” Ilyaz's lips mesem with Mother's excessive fear. His eyes continued to watch incessantly and lips could not be separated from the commits to read some verses of the Quran. Ijah also constantly mentions the name of God to calm the heart. “Pak Doctor knows where ust. Aslam hanged?” the old woman brought up the story of ust. Aslamic.

“Indeed where, Mak?” ask Ilyaz curiously.

“There! Exactly on the pole,” points Ijah on two wooden poles.

Former rope hangs on a wooden crossbar that connects two pylons of musala. The rope looks dull, but still strong to tie. For a while, Ilyaz could not be separated from the crossbar with a rope hanging the former execution of ust. Aslamic. Sadness was clearly visible on his face. He had to die in a tragic way and be treated with great humiliation. It's too bad his fate.

“What's the matter Doctor?” tanya Ijah was not at home lingering in the musala.

“Ah, nothing, Mak,” said Ilyaz and left with Ijah leaving the hanging rope.

An MCK is behind the mushala. It's more sloppy. Really damp and smelly. From inside, a woman sounded.

“Pak Doctor heard that?” ask Ijah.

“Iya, Mak.”

Ilyaz's feet slowly stepped closer to MCK, smelling a distinctive smell from the inside, foul mixed with nose-stinging bugs. The doctor's index finger is imprinted on both nostrils. A sobbing sound was heard from one of the rooms that was closed to a broken door on its hinges. It was soft, sounding faint.

Ijah clasped the doctor's hand tightly because of a terrible fear. The door to MCK's room was slowly opened. The door rattles on the sidelines of the sobbing. Inside, there was already a little visible figure of a woman with long hair that was scattered in disarray. Hair like it was never washed. Very unmanageable. Ilyaz was convinced that she was the same woman. MCK doors are fully opened.

“A, no no. Go... go! Don'tdon't. Huhuhuhu,” interrupted the woman crying hysterically seeing Ilyaz open the door of the room.

Ijah who was initially frightened turned curious about the woman behind the door.

“Astagfirullahadzim, yes Allah!” pekik Ijah was amazed.

Hurriedly, the old woman approached the woman earlier.

“Mak know?”

“Yes, Mr. Doctor. This is Neng Arum, the wife of Mr. Lurah,” said Ijah holding the woman's body.

“Arum, wife of Mr Lurah?” ask Ilyaz wonder.

Arum obeyed Ijah's words. With the old woman in his arms, Arum stepped foot. How to walk dragged makes Ijah must be a walking stick. His legs look narrowed due to too long given the burden on the wrist. Ilyaz escorted them from behind.

The wind was blowing gently however, coldly on Ilyaz's shoulders. A little shudder, rubbed hands towards the shoulders. Then, it was as if there was energy pulling him to take a gulp toward the musala. I don't know what energy. At a glance, the eye noticed the state inside the musala, once again. White people dressed in the typical dead. There were five ties with red glowing eyes and a blackened face. The figure disappeared instantly after the doctor shook his head.

“Astagfirullah! Whatwasthat? Pocong?” Ilyaz's heart skipped a beat. He immediately came out of the musala area and did not dare to confirm what he had seen.

**

Arum sat on the middle bamboo chair. He chuckled himself and cried occasionally, pointing at the musala and sighing “pocong,” as Ilyaz watched him. Mak Ijah patiently calmed Arum down and fed the woman.

“Why can it be like this, Neng?” said Mak Ijah sad, “Yes Allah! In fact, in the past Neng Arum and Pak Aryo were very good with Mom. Why the fate of Neng Arum so this,” lament.

“Emak patience. Allah tested His servant in various ways.”

“Yes, Mr. Doctor. Come on Neng, later we go home,” take Ijah.

Arum screamed hysterically. The plate in Ijah's hand. The plate was slammed, the contents inside were a mess. Ijah was obviously surprised by the woman's change in emotions. “No! Pocong, no!” Arum. He lifted his leg into the chair and folded it to the knee and locked it with both hands.

“Mak? What better, Arum here just to calm down?” ilyaz.

“Do Not Mr Doctor. What do the villagers say later? Mak is afraid it becomes a problem.”

“I pity to see Arum's condition. Mak, see for yourself ‘kan? Arum's ankle is narrowed. That's not good for the future. Arum can be difficult to walk forever.”

Mak Ijah Rada was afraid of the doctor's explanation. If it happens, Arum's pity must be hardship while he has no one else. “Then how about Doctor? Mak doesn't understand. Said Lurah Hamid, Neng Arum must be scuppered because it often runs away from his room and can be troubling residents if it is raging.”

Ilyaz's heart felt pity. Such perceptions were already extremely colossal and inhumane. Arum needs treatment, rehabilitation in a decent place. Not made a prisoner by putting his feet. “I'll talk to Lurah Hamid, Mak.”

Ilyaz looked back.

Arum, flanking his knees, threw a glance at the room the doctor was in. Wet eyes look up, maniknya tell about the past, I don't know what. However, the tears caused sadness and longing.

“Aslam,”.

Tears broke as she confused the name of the person who had filled the room.

“Neng, we go home yes,” persuade Ijah.

“Aslam... Aslam,” her cries grew louder.

Mak Ijah was crying. Cuddling Arum, “patience, Neng. Patience.”

Ilyaz come to calm down, “Mbak, please let ust. Aslamic. God willing, he is at peace and at peace with God. Mbak should be strong.”

Arum stopped after Ilyaz persuaded. He then took off a hug on his knee, then dragged a step outside. Mak Ijah and Ilyaz noticed the astonishment, they followed Arum.

“Back... Mak, go home,”.

Mak Ijah understood, he gave Arum back to the house.