Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Study at Pak Dayat House

"Why are you again, Nah?" atun asked when he stopped by home after school.

"It's okay, Tun. Ordinary, shocked." I replied raucously.

"Hhhmmm .. I think you're resilient, well. It turned out to be the same." ledek Atun made me a little annoyed with his jokes.

"Imagine it, sleeping with a pocong here. Here, down here." point me at the foot.

"Hahahahaha .. la that's in the corner why aren't you afraid?" atun's words immediately made my hair bristling.

"What's right, Tun? Whereabouts? Who?" my question made Atun giggle amusedly.

"Ngapusi, huh?" I threw a pillow at Atun.

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It's almost noon but I haven't arrived home yet. Though earlier I promised not to finish the funeral Budhe Ratmi. I chose to go out and wait for Mom at the bale in front of the house. Reluctant to keep waiting in the room to remember the incident last night. Moreover, Atun's guyonan was still making me think of things. Even though his intention was only joking, it seemed to me as real.

"Ah, Brash Atun. Already know I'm sick because of the devil, even this is coupled with talk about the devil." I grumbled while throwing the body in the bale.

"It's healed, Nduk?" Mom surprised me.

"Mother for a long time. He said he'd take a minute."whimper me.

"Yes, Nduk. There is still something to take care of. So you can't go home right away."

"Are you healthy?" mother asked as her hands fumbled to her forehead.

"Lumayan, Ma. Atun was here too. But for a minute." I replied weakly. My body that still feels weak and feels cold makes me grimace occasionally to hold pain all over the body.

"Come in, Nduk." take Mom.

Until the afternoon, you also did not go home. Mom also looked nervous. I saw Mom go in and out of the house a few times and look at the side of the road. I'm sure you're waiting for Father.

"Minah susulin Father only, yes, Mom." I suggested.

"Young, Nduk. Kowe nangumah wae." reject Mom fast.

"Minah is well, Mom. All Minah wants to go to Atun's house."

"At home, Nduk. I'm sure Atun isn't home either. He must have followed his Father and the santri to Mr. Dayat's house." replied Mother made me frown.

"For what?" my question made Mom quiet. I seem to hesitate to tell.

"It's nothing. Just to keep it in his house."

From far away, it seems that you are walking in tandem with Mr. Sukma. Seen them while chatting quite seriously regardless of what they discussed.

"Monggo, Sir. Pinarak rumiyen." bargain Mr. Sukma who was subtly rejected by him on the grounds that it was afternoon.

After Maghrib, Mother and Father invited me to study at Mr. Dayat's house. Apparently there is also Atun with his Father and his students. Mr. Kyai also participated to conduct a study.

"Loh, it's Mr. Kyai, ma'am." I said pointing to a figure who was quite reluctant in our village. It's just that, some time ago Pak Kyai had gone to his home area because one of his parents died.

"Minah." Atun ran over and then my hand on the drag to be invited to sit a bit away from the crowd of some students who will teach.

"You want to know no secret?" whisper in the ear.

"What?"

"Budhe Ratmi's body was not buried in the ground. But above ground." whispered Atun to me.

"Don't be our indiscriminate, Tun. Just one day dead, his spirit is still around us." I said half scared.

"Yes, it's back there." point Atun at a female figure near the wooden window a little away from the illumination of a small 5-watt light bulb.

"Astaghfirullah." I was surprised to see the figure standing up and staring fixedly at the guests present in his house.

"So his grave cannot be dug up. Frequent gugruk and many rocks. That's why it's just put on the ground." explained Atun back.

"Why not move locations?" manya curious.

"Three times I moved. But it remained the same." explained Atun as his eyes occasionally looked towards the figure still standing upright there. I am the same. Every now and then my eyes glanced at him with an irregular heartbeat. My head bowed while our eyes clashed unintentionally. My body trembled violently and my heart seemed to stop suddenly as those red eyes stared in my direction. My body felt stiff and my legs felt so weak that unconsciously my body collapsed and limp just on the ground. Atun shouted to call my mother so that he immediately ran over. He lifted up my body and sat in the bale not far from where we stood.

"Still dizzy, Nduk?" ask Mother gently.

"There's Budhe Ratmi there, ma'am." point me to a place where that figure was. But the figure I was referring to had disappeared. Mother looked towards Atun, perhaps to ascertain the truth of my words. Atun nodded. Mom took a deep breath and threw it away violently.

"We're just going home?" ask Mom who I answered with a headband. I was afraid that later at the house Budhe Ratmi would follow us to the house as well. Can not imagine if Budhe Ratmi came home with a pocong figure as well as last night.

"Jas. You were here with Atun. I want to help others prepare food for the salary." said Mother.

The residents provide assistance in the form of mere consumption to honor Mr. Kyai and the santri who will pray for the departure of the family of Mr. Dayat. Although there is no family connection, but the sense of humanity and kinship in our village is still very thick. They will take care of each other if there is one of the residents stricken by disaster or distress, even though our conditions of the villagers are not much different from each other.

"We read the prayer of the short letters there, Well. Don't focus here and there looking for what doesn't exist." Atun ordered. Anyway, I don't want to see that scary figure again while here.

The studies have begun. Mother and several other mothers who helped also sat in the bale where Atun and I were waiting. The chanting of the holy verse of the Quran sounds loud and shahdu accompanies the atmosphere of the late night. Sometimes I follow the readings I memorize. As for Atun, he memorized the entirety of what Pak Kyai read. Not surprisingly, Atun every day taught by his Father at home. I also wanted to teach and memorize many of the letters in the Quran. Tomorrow, if circumstances allow, I want to convey my intentions to Father and Mother.

Blluuugg ...

The sound of falling objects sounding loud made all of us who were in the bale tiptoe in shock and surprise. We all turned to the source of the voice.