Pocong Terror in Rejo Pakis Village

Yu Siti Meet Pocong

The sound of the rooster sounds like a simple word to each other. Praise chants - compliments from the break have also been heard. Apparently I managed to sleep tonight until dawn. Mother seems to have woken up.

"Mom." call me to the figure of the woman who's no longer beside me.

I went out to look for Mom or maybe Dad. Maybe I'm having morning prayers in the back room. The back room is dili use for our prayer place ladies. If you usually go to the break every time the prayer time arrives.

"Kang." called me to Kang Tejo when he saw him sitting pensively behind me.

"See Mom, Kang?" askaku. But no answer came out of his mouth. I chose to pass and go straight to the back room where Mom used to pray.

"Become."

I was stunned when I saw Mom and Kang Tejo praying together with Father who became her priest. It turns out that the Father did not go to the hangar for congregational prayers. My leg suddenly went limp. My body slumped crashing against the door of the room.

"Why are you, Nduk?" ask Mom after Prayer.

"Mother Kang Tejo isn't going to mushola?" many wonder.

"Yo ndak anyway. You'll see your father and Kang Tejo here. Kang Tejo wants to pray at home." replied Mother softly.

"Kenopo, Nduk? Father chimed. I'm shaking. I don't want Kang Tejo back in a daze like last night. Now I see Kang Tejo's condition has improved. I want to pray and look fine.

"Mom." call me soft on the figure of the woman who gave birth to me.

"What, Nduk?"

I approached. Even I docked tightly to the body of Mother who was busy slicing tempe to fry.

"Iki opo toh yo." sungutnya while elbowing my body slowly.

"Ish Mother. I want to tell a story."

"What story?"

"So morning after Minah looking for Mom, in the living room there is Kang Tejo. He sat facing the side window against Minah who had just come out of the room." I half-whispered.

Mother did not answer. He just frowned.

"Ih Mother. Minah is lying. Minah asked Kang Tejo, Mother where. But Kang Tejonya just shut up." I continued.

"Continue?" I don't seem to understand the meaning of my story.

"Kang Tejo was this morning the morning of the morning prayer congregation right in the back?" I said while hitting Mom's thigh slowly.

"Astaghfirullah." I don't know what makes you shocked and beristighfar. But from the look of his face can not be denied if he was really surprised.

"Ma .. sorry, Mom. It hurt?" I just feel guilty.

"Thenanan, Nduk?" he asked me while shaking my shoulder. I just nodded in confusion with Mom's expression hearing my story.

There's nothing wrong with Kang Tejo. I saw him this morning very healthy. Even eat with the mama's cooking. It was even as if he had forgotten what happened yesterday afternoon during the trip from his house here. When we saw the mysterious figure in the garden where Mas Samsul ended his life.

"Pakdhe is healthy?" my many.

"Health, Nduk. Your father took care of Pakdhe all night." he replied with a smile.

"You eat a lot. Let's not lemes later at school." he said then who I answered with a nod.

"Oh yeah, which mother?"

"Yu Siti's house." replied the Father.

At that moment I saw the crowd at Yu Siti's house. I happened to pass by his side when I had to leave or go home from school. It seemed that some people looked panicked after coming out of Yu Siti's house. My curiosity made me want to break through the crowd to be able to enter and see what was inside. But because the sun was already scorching, it forced me to stop my curiosity and had to rush back to the road to go to school.

"Well, Minah." I stopped my steps when I heard a very familiar chirping sound calling my name.

"Where are you from, Tun?" ask Atun who is also a classmate at school.

"The place of Yu Siti." she replied in a cry.

"Why is that crowded?"

"Yu Siti passed out on the doorstep last night. Her husband shouted for help because Yu Siti was unconscious."

"Why?"

"Said last night someone knocked at the door. Her husband came out without saying anything. Keep asking in the open the door when it comes home. But it turns out that the one at the door wasn't her husband."

"Then who?" manya curious.

"The truth is Mas Samsul. But his face is not clear. Blacker. Even the stench pierced to the brain." Atun's story made me shudder in the morning.

"Who's that saying?" I'm getting curious.

"Yu Siti's. Just then I was there Yu Sitinya had realized. Ih really serem anyway, Nah." said Atun while shuddering. I imagined the figure that Atun told me. The same person I had met in the room. A pocong-shaped figure with ties that are still intact, blackened and rotten face filled with a piercing aroma makes anyone who smells it will not be able to stand and nausea made.

"Kok Yu Siti was sure that it was Mas Samsul?" I was hoping that Atun would prolong the story.

"Do you know yet?" his tanya makes me wrinkle.

"Say the tomb of Mas Samsul there are digging. It seems like someone is taking advantage of Mas Samsul's death for something else" he said to surprise me. Of course, I haven't heard the news. I must know more about Mas Samsul's story. It's just that Mom won't tell me in front of me. I'll just talk to my dad.

I exhaled a rough breath. It felt heavy as I tried to breathe deeply. Afraid of course. It feels like life is becoming uncomfortable. Especially if the evening has started to come. Terror knocking sounds, steps people jump, even moans are often heard since the death of Mas Samsul who has not even forty days. Now especially. The tomb of Mas Samsul was dismantled by people. Tonight will be quieter than usual. Yu Siti's house located right next to my house which is only a few meters away because it is blocked by the yard these few days also looks lonely. Mas Tono, the son of Yu Siti who used to hang out on the terrace with her friends to chat or just coffee is now no longer visible.

Ah, I miss the atmosphere of my old village. I miss the atmosphere where Mas Tono and his friends chatted and sang in discordant tones. Although our village does not have electricity in every house, Yu Siti's house has been installed with electricity. Yu Siti is a capable person, even at home already has a black and white television. On Sundays, Atun and I and the other children hitchhiked to watch television at Yu Siti's house. They are good people, even they do not mind if every Sunday we repot with the presence of our little children in his house. My house, of course, has electricity too. I did not have a television at the time.

I didn't ask Atun much more. Atun also preferred to be silent not to continue the story again until we arrived at school.