Second Eye

Poci' Oath

"Delati..," call me still following Yumna's pull.

Melati was instantly confused, turning her head towards me who was running closer to her. He was just silent, standing next to the bicycle he used to use.

"What's wrong?" ask her as our steps start to align with her.

"Hehh.... Hehh.... Just sec. Take a breath first," I said holding onto the knee, after Yumna began to let go of the grip.

"Hehee..... Sorry, Aish. You see, I've been curious" said Yumna glancing at the candy ghost beside Melati.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" tanya Melati frowned.

"Here, Yumna wants to ask you!"

"Well, what am I? You were the one who said you wanted to ask, right?" yumna said, throwing her question at me.

"Hehhh..... Yes it is."

"Dear, sorry before. Is your mom okay?" I continued after a long breath.

"Yes, mom's home. I sell people's cakes. Indeed why?" ask Melati.

Yumna and I looked at each other. Occasionally looking towards the expressionless poci.

"Loh, isn't your mom working at Mr. Jamal's?" I asked her if she had ever heard the story that her mother worked as a domestic assistant.

"Yes, but I've been laid off from there."

Melati immediately looked down sad. Like remembering something that just happened.

"Why?" ask me closer one step, while holding his shoulder.

"Huhuuu..... My mum... My mother," her cries could not continue the story.

"We sit in the garden. You calm down, so you can tell. Perhaps there's something we can do to ease your burden," I said slightly lowered my head, to see Melati's unusually moody face like this.

"You wait in the park. I'll get you a drink" said Yumna, moving away from me and Melati.

I embrace Melati's shoulder, take her to this campus park. Hope he wants to tell the truth, so we can help find a solution. Hopefully the problem can be solved too.

Arriving at the park, I saw Brother Azzam was about to head towards me. Immediately I marked with a wave of hands, so that Melati could freely remove the burden she was feeling.

The candy ghost still continued to follow. But I tried to communicate, he didn't understand at all. His face was exactly like that of Melati's mother, only looking more black like being scorched by a burn mark.

"It's a drink!" said Yumna hand me a bottle of water, and another bottle for Jasmine.

Melati still looks weak. Opening a bottle of water is like there is no power. Until I help her to make it easier.

"Drink first, so that you may be calmer."

Half the bottle has gone into Jasmine's throat. He appears to have let out many times a long sigh, perhaps as an impingement of holding the weight of the mind.

"Why were you crying? Is there a problem with your mother?" ask slowly, while stroking his back as a form of support in the face of reality that may not be as expected.

"I'm sorry, it's actually a family disgrace. But I can't help it."

Just a few words, Melati seemed to reopen the drinking bottle. Suck a little, then continue talking.

"I hope that after I tell you, you can keep this a secret" said Melati looking seriously at me and Yumna.

"God willing, we will take care of him. If you believe, we're ready to listen to your story" I said.

"Astaghfirullah's. Then what about your mother?" my many.

"Because only my mother had access to her house, so my mother was accused of taking it," explained Melati began to shed tears.

"Then your own mother how?"

"My mom told me she didn't know about the jewelry. Because when Mr. Jamal's out of town, I'm just cleaning up the house and then I'm home."

"Did your mother explain that to Jamal?"

"Of course, but they don't believe."

"Is it because of that, your mother was laid off from working there?" my question is to slow down the sound.

"Yes. But worse, yesterday the mother was told to carry out the oath like a dead person," explained Melati.

"Poci's Oath?" my spoken.

"What's that?" ask Yumna.

"I don't really understand what the ritual is either. But as far as I'm concerned, it's used when people don't admit to mistakes. If guilty, the person sworn in will get into trouble. But if you don't, then congratulations, that person" I explained.

"Do you have such an oath?" yumna Ingon knew better.

"I've never seen it in person. So don't know too much. Only as far as I know, the oath is usually used by people who are thick with their customs, in my area. Which one is Jamal?"

"To my knowledge, he is from the same country as you. I just don't know whether it's the same area as you, either" explained Melati.

"Oh, Mr. Jamal's pantesan knows that. What is the ritual like? See her?" I asked Melati.

"Formerly, the mother was bathed by several people, including me, in a position like a deceased person. Then, proceed with wrapped in a shroud. After it was laid in the middle of the room, and asked to swear that it did not do what was alleged."

Melati immediately covered her face after she finished explaining. It seems he is not strong enough to imagine, for the events that have been done.

" We pray that your mother will not do it. But what I wonder is, why did Mr. Jamal ask your mother to testify like that? Why not ask questions, or search your house, for example?" ask Yumna.

"They searched my house, but found nothing. Until the evening, the wife of Mr. Jamal, who was usually good to our family, came back home again. He's asking you to talk from heart to heart."

"Speak what?" ask Yumna again.

"If you know the culprit, or the location of the jewelry, you are asked to leave it to him. Later he will arrange, if it seems as if he is the one who has saved it. And will clear both of our names. Because my father's gone and mother's the backbone of the family."

" Then your mother's response? "

" Mom still insists, if you never know the jewelry. So finally, Mr. Jamal's wife can only obey her husband's will to do his vow. "

"And yesterday your mother did that?"

"Yes. I hope nothing happens. Although the worry is still there," Melati story.

"What does Mr. Jamal explain, too, what is the risk of the oath?" my many.

"No. I just got information from the internet. The stakes could be life, he said. But she insisted on convincing me that everything was okay. The villagers already judged us, so mom had to agree."

"Hopefully nothing will happen, for the oath is too dangerous. In addition, I also have no advice from our religion," I said.

"I know that too. But we had to do it," he bowed.

Yumna and I looked at each other again. I feel like things are not going as they wish. Because we still see a figure that resembles his mother, standing wearing a shroud like the story earlier. With a blank look, no expression at all.