
The voice was gone, Tika cried. He had gone to some shamans, but they all suggested returning the money Amprung had stolen. Tika was confused because Jubaidah did not want to accept the money.
When Tika woke up from her seat, suddenly it was like someone was kicking her chest. He bounced a few steps back and was unconscious. What happened next was very strange, he banged his own head against the wall until it bled.
“Mother..?” Zahra appeared from inside the room.
His mother did not answer, she continued to bang her head against the wall violently.
“Mother why?”
Zahra approached slowly and touched her mother's back. He was very surprised to see his own mother. Tika's face was filled with blood. Both of his eyes turned all white. He grinned horribly at Zahra.
The boy shouted, not long after that Amila appeared. He also frowned when he saw his mother's strange and terrible face. Tika who was being controlled by a supernatural being approached her two children slowly.
With a knife, he wanted to kill his two children. Pocong who possessed him was really already angry, this time he would finish off all the Amprung family. Fortunately, Amila managed to run out of the house, while Zahra could not run. He was terrified and screaming as loud as possible.
Tika swung the knife in her hand and was about to thrust it into Zahra's head, but from the door of the house appeared Mr. Darsoni, a village ustaz. He ran away and crashed himself into Tika's body. The knife in the woman's hand slashed in any direction to injure Mr. Darsoni's arm.
With great difficulty, finally Mr. Darsoni managed to remove the knife from Tika's grasp. Both palms of Mr. Darsoni covered in blood because he touched Tika's face, he whispered the Quran verses into Tika's ear. The woman went berserk, screaming, banging on Mr. Darsoni's back.
Residents heard the commotion, they crowded at the door mouths of Tika's house, except for Jubaidah; he did not care what happened to the Amprung family. Amila and Zahra had been secured by the citizens, they cried while calling out to his mother.
After the awakening, Tika told me everything. Mr. Darsoni advised Tika to stay with Mr. Darsoni's family for a while for fear of things happening again. Tika assures him and hopes that Mr. Darsoni can help his problems.
Two days of living with Mr. Darsoni's family, the pocong no longer appears, probably because Mr. Darsoni's house is often chanted holy verse. Mr. Darsoni's family was very friendly, they treated Tika and his children like their own family.
Already many times Mr. Darsoni came to Jubaidah, persuading him to accept the money stolen Amprung. But, still the woman was stubborn. He swore at any moment that he would never forgive the Amprung family.
“Susah, Jubaidah still does not want to accept the money,” Mr. Darsoni sat on the sofa, he opened the cab and put it on the sofa.
“Then what should I do?”
Mr. Darsoni was silent, he was thinking, “Begin, you distributed the money to the villagers where Mr. Rusdi was buried. You intend alms for the body of Mr. Rusdi.”
Tika nodded, tomorrow he went straight to the village. One by one Tika came to the house of the people, she apologized for what her husband had done. Some advised Tika, some also cussed and got angry, but Tika still distributed an envelope containing alms money. When he finished, he went to Mr. Rusdi's grave to apologize while crying.
“Please give me back my husband,” hiss Tika.
The grave mound trembled like someone was shaking it. Tika took a few steps back, she was frightened