Pocong Assayment Tumbal
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The magnificent house of Dutch-Javanese origin.
Hamid looks anxious and pacing on the porch of the house then runs to greet them after seeing Arum. “Aduh, Mom. Luckily, Mak Ijah found Arum. I was anxious earlier,” Hamid was so panicked.
Ijah is not so pinched. He brought Arum to the room that was provided for him. The room with the bed attached pasung, Ijah calms Arum there. Meanwhile, Hamid and Ilyaz chatted outside.
“Pak Lurah, how about Arum just taken to the rehabilitation center? There, Arum can get decent care.”
“I want it like that, sir. However, it could not be because of the affairs of the village so much. If Arum is there, who will visit him, take care of all his needs?”
“Loh, Mr. Lurah ‘kan can spend once a month.”
Ijah inside managed to calm Arum down. After his wife fell asleep, he then went out to say goodbye. However, there is something that makes the hair bristles. As she was about to pass through the sealed room, the old woman felt someone was watching. I don't know who, but there was a figure watching behind it.
Just as Ijah was about to make sure, peek into the keyhole. To his surprise, inside was a huge tall figure with a completely blackened body and fiery red eyes. At first glance, the figure was wearing all-white clothes, but shabby in some parts. He immediately retreated, fearfully and shuddering, hurriedly exiting.
“Pak Doctor, we'll be home soon!” get Ijah to shake.
Pak Lurah and Ilyaz were astonished by the trembling.
“Emak why?” ask Hamid.
“Ah it, I'm not feeling well, Sir,” please, “Pak Doctor, come on!”
Not much to say, the doctor resigned. He knew Ijah was afraid of something, but it was hidden. “Mak, why?”
“It's okay, Mr. Doctor.”
“It seems, Mak Ijah is afraid of something?”
The old woman was silent for fear that what she saw was wrong. He does not want to be prejudiced that can make fear later tonight.
**
Nightfall. Where are the citizens? No one dared to go outside. It's a good reason not to wander at night.
“Wah, it's night, Mak. I'm sorry to go home,” Ilyaz lifted the body from a bench painted dark brown rather blackish.
“Stay here only, Mr. Doctor,” said Atang.
“Iya Mr. Doctor. Don't gohome! Stay overnight,” prevent Ijah.
“No Mak. Thank you.” The friendly face of the doctor was calm and peaceful
“This house is indeed small, but still enough to accommodate Mr. Doctor. Let it be later, Atang sleeps below,” said Ijah.
“Yes, Mr. Doctor. Sleeping below is fine too. The bed does not fit for two people, but pretty.”
“Iya, thank you for all the kindness of Mak and Atang, I'd better just go home. Many proposals must be prepared for the construction of village musala.”
“Musala to fix?” Atang was suddenly shocked by Ilyaz's desire.
“Yes, what is it, Tang?”
“Pak Doctor is not wrong?” Atang heboh himself. His eyes then switch, “how is this, Mak? Could be, this village is back as it used to be, cursed even worse,” he concluded.
“That curse doesn't exist, Tang. I'm sure once, it's just a rumor that was spread.”
Atang bengong with Ijah's answer. An unexpected answer. In fact, Ijah should have subtly refused about the plan. He knew right away, because of the curse, he had the same misfortune as Anto. Dead with bulging eyes, tongue sticking out and black marks on the neck like entangled rope. The skinny young man was convinced, if the death of the father, the effect of the curse.
Ghosts waiting for the musala must not be willing their existence to be disturbed. Musala keeps a sad story of ust. Aslamic. His revenge on the villagers, will not be lost by rebuilding it. Mr. Lurah has closed and forbade residents not to get close.
“Emak don't remember the late Father? How was he when he died?”
Ijah was silent not to not remember the incident, but his heart did not justify if her husband died due to a curse that was feared by the people. His death was not because he was the guardian of the musala and the spirit of the ust. Aslam killed him. All must be due to fate, there is another secret in this village, I don't know what. Ijah can not accuse or think that no-no.
Ilyaz's face was a little curious. Is that so terrible a musala? That curse? All citizens are so willing not to be exposed to the quality that they have to leave the commandment of God just because of fear of the curse.
“Bapak,” sigh Ijah. His gaze was empty, the contents of the head were filled with prejudices of the truth about the curse. He tries to fight all the prejudices that swarm in. That's not true, everything's not true. My father died of destiny.
“Mak?” call soft Atang.
Ijah flinched with the call of his son then looked back.
“Not, Mom is very sure your father did not die from a curse. It's fate, Tang,” is firmly sure to be right.
“Antang understand, Mak, it's all fate. However, it remains that fate is the way through the curse of the musala.”
The third conversation was felt to be uncomfortable again, Ilyaz saw the watch.
“Have eight o'clock past. I have to work on a proposal for the construction of musala. Excuse me, Mak,” he said goodbye.
“Pak Doctor really want to go home?” Ijah doubted the doctor's courage to leave his home. The lips smiled with a small nod. “Tang, you should take Mr. Doctor home,” he said.
“Attending home, Mak?” Atang was in severe shock with Ijah's request. “No Mak, Atang dare not. It's the first night of Anto.”'s death
The doctor was shaking almost at the same time as Ijah.
“You're so scared, Tang,” Ijah gave a little mockery to his son. “Begin, Mak let you stay at the home of Mr. Doctor. Mak, dare to be left alone.”
“Mak, not afraid of being left alone? Not a cowardly Atang, Atang does not want to, Mak frightened,” kilah Atang hide his guts that had sprawled.
“He-emmm,” replied Ijah nodded slowly.
“Ya, Atang is a little quiet then,” he said pretentiously.
Both of them laughed. Atang understood that laughter was for him. He let the laughter flow from his lips.
Atang fast steps like a galloping warhorse foot that avoids the enemy. He walked directly to Ilyaz. Eyes continued to look forward, not once Atang looked back. Jitters of nervousness tempered, he tried to calm the already uncontrollable heartbeat.
Ilyaz caught something that made the fur crouch. Fortunately the night sky of the village of Suka Asih is bright because of the full moon. Not too horrifying, but the atmosphere that absorbed a little make a fret. It is only fitting that Atang does not want to be far from his side.
Atang keep speeding up steps, “aw!” ringisnya, feet lifted and then walk to the tiptoes.
“Be careful Tang. The road is slow.”
“Aw, fucking rock!” atang again scolded the innocent stone. “We have to be fast, Mr. Doctor. First night victims of curses, usually they will fling for help.”
“There is no story of people dying alive again. You're just fine, Tang,” Ilyaz said.
“Truth, Mr Doctor felt it too ‘kan? The evening... hih,” said Atang shuddered.
