Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Friday Night Kliwon

Budhe Ratmi seems to have lost her identity. In fact, he always shouted and cursed when the study was carried out. Rough remarks always Budhe Ratmi hurled at the students and his Father Atun who was reading prayers. But apparently they were not affected and just kept quiet and focused on the prayers they read.

"Budhe Ratmi why, Mom?"

"Mom don't know, Nduk." whispered Mother. We help students to prepare everything they need after teaching. Some residents whose homes are close to Mr. Dayat's house also helped and gathered to just join in praying and teaching.

From the outside came the cries of Budhe Ratmi. His loud voice split the sunyinya at night. The chanting of the holy verse from the Quran also accompanies every shout from Budhe Ratmi.

"Sterem yep, Mom. Budhe Ratmi's up to the rampage." Mom just fell silent. His eyes stared fixedly into the house owned by Mr. Dayat. There it appears his sister is trying to fight the santri who recited a prayer for him.

"Ojo mixed my business nek ra kepengin ciloko. Wong iki wes dadi my slave." Budhe Ratmi babbles at the santri. But they seem to be focused on the main goal.

A gripping night for the villagers. You told me and my mom to go home first. While the Father accompanied the students and also his Father Atun and other residents to participate in the Ruqiyah Budhe Ratmi and also the house he occupied.

The sound of dogs howling at each other broke the silence of Kliwon Friday night this time. Mom and I stayed in the room without trying to sleep. Concern rushes to think about how the condition of the Father and others at the house of Budhe Ratmi.

"Minah does not end up thinking the same as Budhe Darmi. Minah thinks Budhe Darmi is the most patient and accepting because all this time in dzolimi by his stepbrother." I said to Mother.

"Humans are hard to guess, Nduk. So we cannot judge a human being by the sight of the eye."

"May it all end soon, yes, ma'am." Mother nodded. We are waiting for my father's return in the middle room. There seems to be no sign of you going home. The sound of dengting the wall clock in the living room already signifies twelve midnight. But apparently my mother did not sleep. I saw Mom's lips saying something I didn't hear.

"Sleep, Nduk. Let Mother wait for your Father." Mother's orders were answered with a nod of the head.

Dug ... dug ... dug ...

Just now I was intending to go to sleep, suddenly there was a blunt object sound on the wall of the room. The walls of the house are still made of wooden boards, of course, still cause a loud sound when clashing with hard objects.

"What is that, Mom?" I snuggled into Mom's body. The mother I asked was silent. But his eyes looked alert. The fear of course there, especially the Father is not at home at this time. What if that figure suddenly appeared inside the house even inside the room. I squeezed the blanket and pulled it over and covered the entire body. But not with Mom, she was still silent and continued to recite prayers.

Krrriieeittt ...

The sound of a door was heard pushing from outside. My hands squeezed my hands tightly. Maybe you gave me a sign not to open the blanket. I who hid under the blanket did not dare to move even a little, even to catch my breath it was very difficult.

Kgrreeck ...

The bottom of the foot feels like someone is occupying. The mother holding my hand was still clasping tightly and not letting go. Cold sweat soaked our hands. Apparently, Mom was scared too. It's just that Mom didn't move at all. Maybe you pretended to sleep and saw the situation.

I started sobbing. It's not hard to hold back fear. Mother clasped my hand so tightly that I tried to silence my mouth with my own hands to prevent my crying voice from being heard.

Bbmcb ...

"Already, already. It's gone for him." whispered Mother slowly. I can't say anything. Just a cry that represents my current feelings.

"What about you and the others there, Mom?" I asked when it was a bit quiet.

"We pray everything goes well and is fine" said Mother as she stroked my hair.

Dug ... dug ... dug ...

Again, it sounded pretty loud. Maybe because the quiet atmosphere of the night makes the slightest sound loud. This time not from the impact. But something jumped on the ground and away from the house. His voice sounded like it was in our former buffalo cage. Sometimes the sound stops, sometimes it comes back. And so on, until the voice completely disappeared and was not heard again. Mom is not like Dad. He would rather stay in bed with me than peek out the window to see what's out there.

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The father came home along with the sound of a mosque bedug that was hit in the aftercare with the sound of a fart. I rushed over and prepared hot water for my father's drink.

"How, Sir?" I asked her, handing her a bitter glass of tea.

"There will soon be news of the auction, ma'am" said the father, sipping tea in front of him.

"Who died?" I listened to my Mom and Dad from the room.

"Bu Ratmi." replied Mr. Brief.

"Innalillahi wa innailaihi roji'un." exclaimed the mother I followed from the heart.

"How's the story, sir?" apparently I'm curious about the story of Budhe Ratmi's death. So do I.

"As most people would guess, ma'am. People who are in league with Satan must accept the consequences. He was taken by his deity to replace a tumble that he was unable to give." explained the Father.

"Astaghfirullah."

No more conversations between Mom and Dad until morning. Even the arrival of Mr. Sukma at home to preach the death of Ms. Ratmi did not surprise me. I refused to get out of bed until sunrise. Until you went into the room and approached me who was tightly covered because of the cold that I was holding.

"Minah, are you sick, Nduk?" I took out the blanket I was wearing. The cold directly pierced into the bone and made me shiver with cold.

"Minah is dizzy, sir." I replied slowly. Mom went into the room and touched my forehead.

"Kowe fever, Nduk. Wes doesn't have to go to school." said Mom, confirming the position of my blanket. He exited the room and returned with a compress in hand. Mom painstakingly compresses my forehead. And he prepared breakfast for us. I was still shivering in the cold, but Mother had covered my entire body with a blanket.