Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Budhe Ratmi Trance

Those red eyes were staring fiercely at me and Atun. His hunting breath and blushing face as if ready to pounce on us both made me and Atun almost lose their guts. I snatched Atun's hand and clasped it tightly just in case Atun ran away I wouldn't be left behind. But his guts still remain strong. At least he did not move from where he stood. Even his eyes retorted towards the gaze of Budhe Ratmi who was like an idolatrous person.

"Read whatever prayers you memorize, well." Atun asked me. While I was told to pray instead focus on staring at Budhe Ratmi who glared at us.

While Atun did memorize many letters of the Quran. His father taught him to teach. Moreover, his grandfather was a kyai who often taught teaching in breaking. In fact, his grandfather used to be famous for often treating residents who were said to be exposed to disorders from supernatural beings. Not only our villagers, many villagers also come in droves to seek treatment for supernatural things.

"You call my Father first, well. Hurry up." pinta Atun to me.

"Ta .. but, what about you?"

"Don't think about me. Quick. I can't face it alone." Atun made me stand up and run lightning-fast to Atun's house. Apparently there his father was ready and will leave for the house of Budhe Ratmi.

"Come, Nduk." Mr. Atun walked hastily following his only puppet princess.

Many people came to see. I don't know what they're thinking, it's a free show. I saw Father Atun reciting prayers that I did not memorize. He said, Budhe Ratmi possessed a spirit who was asking for a collision. Budhe Ratmi has not given the tumbal that has been requested by his deity. That's how I heard the talk of the people who were there. Atun asked me to just leave. That kind of thing doesn't need to be seen by a kid like us.

"Let me tell you later, Nah." Atun held my hand tightly and took me home. Apparently, my mother was waiting for me at home. It was late afternoon, while the other residents joined Budhe Darmi's house with Mr. Sukma.

"Don't follow along, Nduk." Mother asked me.

"Atun, you dare go home alone, Nduk?" ask Mom after Atun says goodbye. Apparently he just drove me home.

"Brave, Budhe. Atun go home first." Mother nodded and Atun ran as fast as possible.

"What's really going on, Mom?" i wonder. Atun hasn't told me anything yet. While Mother looks very worried, as if Mother already knows what really happened.

"It's nothing. What the hell happened back there? You okay, Nduk? I told you not to endanger yourself. If later you are the one who fell down how?" Mom nags at length.

"Can. As long as you know, Mr. Dayat's family was made into a collision by his own sister so. Even her own husband and daughter. All are dead so Budhe Ratmi's fall." said Mother made me close my mouth tightly. I can't believe you know so much news. Though all this time Mother looks silent and stupid with the news spread in the village.

"Whose mother said?" manya curious.

"Nobody said. You took a shower first. Before night." Mother ordered.

"Buuu .. accompany Minah." I shouted from the bathroom door to make Mom brandish the rice pitcher towards me.

"Ra sebodo karo mecicmu, Nduk." said Mother made me giggle.

Tonight at Budhe Ratmi's house. He even said he would have an impromptu study there. His father Atun invited santri who used to teach in the break to help pray that teach there.

"Let everything calm down. Hopefully there will be no more casualties" said Mother while taking a piece of tempe to my plate.

"Then, is it possible that Budhe Ratmi will be the next victim, Mom?" manya curious.

"Mom don't know, Nduk. We as human beings can only pray and pray. Do not be greedy for the treasures of the world. Not dead will be taken either." Mother's advice.

"That means that Budhe Ratmi has no family other than his half-brother?" Mother nodded. Too bad. Apparently, Budhe Ratmilah did the offering and the offering. It even toppled her own son and husband. After that the family of his own brother was also in the collision. Having no family left, Budhe Ratmi replaced the slaughter with a scapegoat, while the head of the black goat was buried in a garden that he thought no one would see. Budhe Ratmi thought, the villagers here would never suspect that he performed the ritual here. Because in his village Budhe Ratmi is already famous as a perpetrator of the pengabuhan, so Budhe Ratmi moved and lived in this village in place of his sister who had died. But not long ago lived in this village, his actions began to sniff out the residents and finally found out.

"Then what about those pocongs, huh, Mom?"

"Mom don't know, Nduk. Try it later if they come you just ask the same pocongnya." said Mother made me upset made him.