Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Mr. Dayat Arrested

Many, that's the picture of the current situation. Atun and I followed the people in a closer look at Mr. Dayat's house.

"Well, how come?" I was confused when I saw the police carrying Mr. Dayat by handcuffing both his wrists.

"We'll see, well." whispered Atun who was busy looking for a foothold in order to see more clearly.

Inevitably, Mr. Dayat who is a family of mutilated victims was even in handcuffs like that. The police must have caught him wrong. The guilty should be in prison. This is why the families of the victims were arrested.

Residents who gathered also tried to detain Mr. Dayat so as not to be taken by the police. Unfortunately, it can be stopped by the police.

"This must have been Mr. Lurah. He did not accept his son as a suspect, finally slandering Mr. Dayat."

"Yes, that's cruel, yeah."

"Truly inhumane."

Such is the swear by swearing made by some residents when they saw Mr. Dayat being dragged by the police.

"Sir." it turns out that Mr and Mr. Sukma are also in this place. I might not have seen him since. But neither Mr. Sukma nor Mr. Sukma tried to help Mr. Dayat.

The unusual face of Mr. Dayat. Perhaps it was because he was grieving, plus this unreasonable accusation befell him. A grinning smile was clearly plastered on his face. It's a little scary to watch. I shuddered in horror as the tip of her lips grinned like I was laughing at something.

The atmosphere of the village became stirred since the capture of Mr. Dayat. He also said nothing at home about this issue. So too with Mom. He could be so calm and not curious about what happened.

"Well, it looks like Mom and Dad knew it all. It's just that they don't want to tell me because Atun and I like to do weird things when told." I went to my room to rest. The unusual shadow of Mr. Dayat's smile loomed over my mind.

"Yes, what a pity. It looks like it's an acute mental disorder."

"Yes, Mom. You also don't think that it turns out his wife didn't die by suicide."

I was listening to Mom and Dad in the kitchen. Apparently I slept long enough. Before long I heard their chat until finally you say goodbye to the fields.

"Minah play first, Mom." I said goodbye to Mom after finishing my meal.

"Don't go far, Nduk" said the mother I answered with a nod.

As usual I will play in the fields while looking for melinjo seeds. Who knew there was Atun who was also there to look for melinjo as well. I'll ask what really happened. Usually Atun will know first and tell everything in detail. But until late afternoon, Atun was not seen either. Ah, a little disappointed actually.

"Here, ma'am." I'll leave the crackle filled with melinjo to Mom.

"Nopo anyway, Nduk?" ask Mother.

"It's okay, Mom."

"Looky kok?"

I took a long breath.

"Minah is confused by the police. Why are innocent people taken." I said annoyed.

"Sir Dayat is guilty, Nduk." replied Mother. I cringed not understanding.

"He killed his own wife." Mother's words surprised me not to play. How can a husband kill his own wife when conditions are not fine.

"It's not Miss Dayat..."

"No. Ms. Dayat was killed by her husband." said Mother.

Mom told me the real story. I don't understand why a husband kills his own wife. No neighbors or relatives are allowed to bathe the body of Bu Dayat. All wanted to be done by her husband. Apparently to cover up his mistake. Fortunately, there were witnesses who said they had heard cries for help from Bu Dayat before the atmosphere was silent. And then after a while Mr. Dayat screamed for help because his wife was known to drink pesticide liquid.

"It's so good, yes, ma'am."