Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Yu Siti Shock

"Mom, Mommy."

"Opo anyway, bali kok bengok school - bengok?" (What, after school, how about yelling - yelling?) Mom pulled it from behind the house. I ran over, apparently Mom's not alone. Mbok Darmi is also sitting in a bale bale.

"Wes fucked up anyway, Nah?" ask Mbok Darmi to me.

"Already, Mbok."

Mbok Darmi is the older brother of Yu Siti. Our house is also neighboring. Just like Yu Siti's house. Mbok Darmi's house and mine are bounded by our small yard. It's just that Mbok Darmi's house and Yu Siti's house are not limited to the yard. Just a not-so-broad yard connecting the two houses.

"Yu Siti is healthy, Mbok?" ask him. He took a deep breath, not answering my question.

"Health, Nduk. But yes it is."

"What is it, Mbok?" I wonder how it is made.

"He was daydreaming a lot. Sometimes I like to get hysterical. Mbok doesn't know what to do. Every time you ask, the answer is always Samsul."

"Said last night Mas Samsul pocong to Yu Siti's house, Mbok?" manya curious.

"He said so. This morning Siti could still tell a story. She said her husband was knocking on the door, asking to open the door. But when it opened it wasn't." the story again.

"Where is Pakdhe Trisno, Mbok?"

"Yes where - where. Trisno was again in the bathroom he said last night. She thought Siti was Trisno going out not saying - saying." she said again. Then he took a long breath. Seen from the old netra very much concern to his sister. Mbok Darmi is a widow with three children. Her two children are married, and boyong by her husband to the next village. Some were taken to other cities as well. The youngest works out of town. Mbok Darmi's husband died a long time ago.

"Mbok, this is tasting the bakwannya" said Mother while thrusting a plate containing a still hot bakwan. Apparently Mom went inside to make my favorite food as well as all of our favorite.

"This child, let alone use rawit" said Mbok Darmi chuckled. Mom and I laughed.

I followed Mom to the garden to find melinjo. As usual, I will make emping melinjo for sale. While the Father brought his buffalo - his buffalo to times to bathe.

"Where's Tejo going, Mom?" I asked Mom on the sidelines of our busy search for melinjo.

"Back, Nduk. No one's shitting."

"Mother's told you nothing about Minah saw Kang Tejo this morning in the living room?" I ask Mom who is still picking up melinjo that fell.

"Yes, I said the same father. Hehe ... " Mom laughed making me feel funny.

"Keep what did you say?"

"Yes your father said nothing. It's just that it's a good thing that you see Kang Tejo, not what Yu Siti sees." replied Mom, chuckling.

"Oh yes, I forgot. Did you faint at that time out of fear?" mom said it made me angry.

"Mother too, that time Mother fainted in the back. Must have seen Mas Samsul?" Mom immediately stopped laughing hearing my slightly mocking words.

"I was shocked, Nduk. Hehehe .." she replied evasively.

"Same, Mom. At that time, Minah was also shocked. That's why fainting. This is Minah's head is still bumpy." I said while showing a lump on my head.

"Loh, loh. That why? How did you just see?" Mom fingered my bangs-covered forehead.

"Bashing the door just want to run out, Mom. Hehe ... Minah was afraid to see a pocong in the corner of the room." I replied grinningly.

"Ndn't be funny." Apparently my mother sewot. You can't be lied to. This bruise I got was not because I hit the door when I saw the pocong. Of course I was scared to death when I saw that figure in the room and the position I was alone. Let alone to run, to call Father or Mother I can not afford.

"Ndak to Yu Siti's house, Mom?" ask the Father after coming from the buffalo ngangon.

Father told me, said Yu Siti scared. Looks like he was very scared and shocked after last night face to face with the pocong. He said Yu Siti always shouted every time asked why and what was happening by Mbok Darmi and Mang Trisno.

"Later in the afternoon I will be there, sir." said Mother while cleaning emping - emping in the sun.

"When the village is quiet again yes, sir." asked the Father who was sipping his black coffee in the living room.

"Tomorrow forty days, Nduk. Let's see." replied the father calming.

In the village we have the belief that the spirits of the dead will still stay around us for forty days. For the first seven days he said the spirits of the dead remained in the house, around us and with us every day. Day eight to day forty the spirits of those who have died will also remain and stay with us at home. Not as close as the first seven days. They will be around the house, yard or yard. They keep seeing us, only we can't see them.

Whether it is a truth or not, but the belief has existed for a long time and was told by parents.

In the afternoon, Mom and I visited Yu Siti. Mother brought Yu Siti's favorite apem cake. Usually Yu Siti often asks Mom to make apem cakes for snacks at home. Who knows Yu Siti would like to eat the apem cake made by Mother to forget a little about the incident last night. Moreover, said Father, Yu Siti did not want to eat and drink. Yu Siti simply muttered, fell silent, and daydreamed a lot. Even the condition is always was - was like being watching something.

"Yu." call Mom clean. Yu Siti looked shocked. Empty views. But he responded to Mother's call. He turned to look at her and then looked back at the door.

"It's eaten apemnya. I brought Yu Siti's favorite apem." persuaded Mother while putting an apem cake in Yu Siti's hand. Yu Siti was willing to accept it, even she tightly grasped the apem cake that Mother gave her. But waiting for quite a long time, Yu Siti has not eaten the apem cake that she holds.

"Jajal di dulangke, Sri." (try on bribe, Sri) pinta Mbok Darmi on Mother. I feed a small piece of apem to Yu Siti.

"Russia, Yu. Eling, don't daydream constantly." persuade Mom while feeding the apem cake little by little. Apparently Yu Siti wanted to eat it.

"My fault, Sri? Kok Samsul wani - nangarepku nongol wine." arrived - Yu Siti sobbed. He cried out for his fate. Mbok Darmi was crying. Finally, after a day of silence, his sister began to talk again.

"Patience, Yu. Patience. Yu Siti herself. Don't be afraid, Istighfar. He's not Samsul. He was just a demon resembling Samsul's form." persuaded Mother while trying to calm Yu Siti who was getting sobbing. Mas Tono and Pakdhe Trisno, who had been in front, ran in when they heard the sound of Yu Siti crying from inside.