Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

The Ruckus at Pak Dayat's House

The news of Mr. Dayat's family's death has reached the entire village. Even people from outside the village knew it. The news heard in the market that Mr. Dayat could finish the life of his family to be made into a pesugihan tumbal was getting more sanser and heated.

"No, my parents number their children for the sake of treasure."

Such was the rumour that was sounding in the ears. The man who heard all this at the market was silent. Commenting is the same as judging the victim's family whose truth is never known. Apparently, Mr. Dayat was sentenced to death because of confessions he often uttered during hallucinations. Whether it is true what he did, or just the guilt of being abandoned by his loved ones in a row.

"Father feels the same as Mr. Dayat, Mom." I breathed a rough breath.

"Yes, Sir. My mother felt the same. Where he says Mr. Dayat's last condition is concerning."

I who heard it was silent. I don't want to comment, I'm afraid there's a wrong word, even making Mas Samsul pocong appear again at home with his family. I shuddered in horror at the thought of it.

"Why are you, Nduk?"

"Huh?" I looked towards Mom.

"That's how restless you saw yourself."

I could only hear Mom's question. I don't know what you'd do to me if you knew what I was thinking.

"He even heard his own grin." Mother snorted in annoyance, while I just scratched my head.

That afternoon was stirred by the arrival of several people to the family home of Mr. Dayat. They claimed to be relatives and wanted to take the belongings of Mr. Dayat's family. They intend to make those items more useful.

"So far Mr. Dayat has never been the arrival of close relatives" said several other residents.

Although it has been banned by residents, but they still kekeh to bring the belongings of Mr. Dayat. Onthel bikes, radios, and some tools that still look good they transport using a cart. Mr. Dayat turned out to have a lot of good stuff in his house. When viewed from everyday they seem ordinary and simple.

"Say the same Mr. Kades. Quick." sounds one of the residents asked someone to call Mr. Kades to solve the problem. Especially so far there has never been seen any relatives come to visit or stay during Pak Dayat experienced a disaster bertubi. Only a few relatives whose house is not so far away who came for the funeral of Samsul, Bu Dayat and Pak Dayat himself. But there was never a greeting to take the belongings of the deceased family to be distributed to other relatives.

Humpers-gopoh Pak Kades appeared accompanied by several people and village devices.

"What's going on?" Mr. Kades was confused to see that Mr. Dayat's items had moved a lot.

One of them stopped his activities and explained the purpose of their arrival to Mr. Kades.

"Wow, if this matter is really I can't interfere. It's your family's problem. But is it not better to be treated first with other family members? persuade Mr. Kades.

"Halaahhm ... We are Dayat's brother. Although not Big Brother but we also have a right to all of this. What is all this for is left to do. It will no longer be used. There's no way Dayat will be cycling, or listening to the radio. Especially all these tools. There's no way they're going to come back and use all this." one of the big men argued.

"But as far as I know, Mr. Dayat has siblings as well" said Mr. Kades who continues to be denied by them. They were stubborn and forced to transport all the goods.

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