Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

The Discovery of the Sacred Goods

"It's still here, Budhe?" I'll give my hand to Budhe Ratmi, the brother of the late Mr. Dayat.

"Still, Nduk." he answered briefly.

Strange, usually people if asked will ask again even though it is just a stale base. Maybe it was because I asked, so Budhe Ratmi did not need to be asked again. After all I'm just a kid. I bathed myself and soon passed from Budhe Ratmi who seemed to be carrying something.

"Atun, I don't want to swim there anymore" I told Atun, who was greeted with an irritating laugh. I'm sure Atun must have understood what I meant so he just laughed laughingly at my words.

"Are you in what same waiter times, well?" the question was after the laughter died down.

"Don't know, but I was followed home" I said, making Atun's laughter break up again. Hearing her annoying laughter I stood up and intended to leave.

"Eh, wait a minute. I haven't heard your story." Atun held my hand and had to sit next to him again. Under the shade tree where we usually sit and rest after looking for melinjo.

"I came home through Yu Siti's banana garden. But there was something strange about the time I went through there."

"What a weird?" Atun looked curious.

"My legs suddenly felt very heavy and walked very slowly. Even the day quickly became dark. Didn't we go home yesterday not too late?"

Atun nodded and kept staring at me.

"There I met two pocongs. His body is tall, and very large. But it doesn't seem like Mas Samsul. You see, I have memorized how Mas Samsul is." I continued the story.

"Then, who's that pocong?"

I shrugged my shoulders. My gaze glazed over considering the figure I met yesterday when I arrived at Yu Siti's vast and lush banana garden.

"Did you see his face, didn't you?"

I'm shaking. How can I see when the atmosphere has turned dark and the shadow of banana leaves blocking my view of the figure.

"Father came calling. At that time I could walk as before and could even run. I couldn't before at all. It felt heavy and like just walking the place.

Atun. He didn't ask me more about meeting two pocong figures in a banana garden. Until finally we were surprised by the arrival of Budhe Ratmi who suddenly appeared not far from us.

"Budhe Ratmi, what is that?" point me at Atun who apparently also noticed Budhe Ratmi's movements.

"Look at. How weird, yeah."

We hid behind trees and were blocked by thatch high enough for the size of little kids like us. We carefully watched the movements of Budhe Ratmi's gerik as if he was doing something forbidden. I don't know what he's doing, but his gestures make us feel suspicious. Every now and then we see Budhe Ratmi looking back and forth as if he were watching if someone had come. And sure enough, not so long appeared Mr. Soleh carrying a sack and sickle. Suddenly Budhe Ratmi ran and hid after having buried something not far from where we were hiding. Even something he buried in the cover with grass and dry garbage so it does not seem at all if it was a quarry.

Atun and I decided to see what Budhe Ratmi was hiding. But our fear overcame our curiosity.

"Let's wait a minute, make sure that Budhe Ratmi is far away from here." I whispered slowly. I followed Budhe Ratmi and made sure she had gone home. While Atun waited under the tree while watching Pak Soleh who was looking for grass.

"Aman." I gave Atun a code that Budhe Ratmi had actually arrived at his house. While Mr. Soleh is still busy looking for grass not far from where we were sitting. It's usually Pak Soleh grazing around here. We often talk while we are here at the same time.

"Sir, Mr. Soleh." call me to the figure of a thin man and not too tall. The person I called stopped his work and turned his head towards us. Mr. Soleh looked surprised as we whispered our intentions to him. Deftly Pak Soleh dismantled the land that we designated as a former quarry from Budhe Ratmi.

"Kowe podo sure, Nduk?"

We nod compactly. With the help of sickles owned by Mr. Soleh, he deftly dismantled the small grave flat and did not look like it had been dismantled.

"Astaghfirullah." so surprised we saw a black goat's head wrapped in a white shroud and given a variety of flowers and a small bottle of perfume oil scented very stinging.

"What should we do, sir?" manya.

"Are we reporting Mr Sukma?" Mr. Soleh gave me an idea.

Rushing we report our findings to Mr. Sukma. Accompanied by Mr. Sukma and Mr. Soleh I returned to the place where the goat head was found buried by Budhe Ratmi. Atun and I were used as key witnesses to the discovery of the unnatural goods.