Stiff Corpse

Memories

I walked slowly, looking around. The mountain air was not fresh. As if this mountain refused to give a cool gust of air to the sinful humans in this village. Simple country houses that once stood upright, now replaced with modern houses are quite dense. I don't know how many years it's been since I've been here.

I walked towards my proud black rover, which I parked on the edge of this steep road. The same steep road, which I often pass to go to the puskesmas when PTT first. I piled up a little, when my black pantofel shoes were on a sharp rock. The road is still rocky. It was a long way to get to my car. For a long time, I was no longer used to this steep road.

But now, the villagers have freely used the way I taught it. According to Mr. Badrun, they can already do the "Corpse Drowning" independently. The method has even become a tradition of this village, if someone dies. The large stone we used once has now been expanded and even shaped cubes to make it easier to lift.

Even more astonishing, this little village boy dared to play around with the undead, who managed to crawl out of the river after being drowned. Whereas in the past, we crowded into drowning, even to watch 24 hours with fear. The villagers seem to have started to grow. But when I mentioned about the habits of the villagers, Mr. Kades' face immediately bent down miserably. The nature of this village has not changed at all.

Such was my brief conversation with Mr. Badrun, after accompanying me to bury the corpse earlier. The body of a middle-aged man –people of this village-who died in the hospital where I worked in the city. The body of the man got up and made a scene. As a Forensic Specialist at that hospital, inevitably I had to get involved. And indeed, it was just me, who knew, how to deal with the undead.

I managed to inject a muscle-relaxing drug, just when the body was stiff. If only this village puskesmas could buy muscle relaxant drugs in large quantities, then there was no need to use my method anymore. Of course, then I sent the body back here, along with a special team –some nurses and police-that I had prepared.

It took me 6 hours drive overland from the city where I worked to get here, and there were so many ampoules of tranquilizers that we injected into the body during the trip. What a exhausting journey. Arriving here Mr. Badrun - who is so old now - welcomed me and prepared everything. I was grateful, when I reached this village, the corpse stiff was over, so we decided to just bury it.

After the funeral procession was over, my team immediately returned to the city, as did I, who was walking towards my car. Mr. Badrun actually wanted to take me home, but his old legs were no longer able to walk on this steep rocky road. He also no longer works at the puskesmas. Ah... how is my puskesmas now.

The method of "Corpse drowning" was felt to be effective by villagers and the government, and they learned to apply it themselves. So they no longer need doctors or medical personnel other than for ordinary health services. After all, I had suspected that the village was too small for the government to wake up its own health center. Of course, the "artificial" puskesmas stand for a certain reason.

Hearing the story about my health center, I undo the intention to visit there. I can already imagine how the puskesmas building is now, must be very abandoned and terrible. I'd better go home soon. I don't want to linger here. Then I quickened my pace

During the walk down that steep road, my mind wandered wildly. They used to overcome this curse by building a special room covered in spell paper, wrapped in the label "Community room". 19 years later, we all witnessed the morgue itself was not forever able to withstand the power of the curse. "The tragedy of Puskesmas" happened, a tragedy that almost took my life. Then, right then and there, I discovered this method. I can only tell, until when will this be my way of surviving?

I remembered what Doctor Denny said, the good and the bad will find their way back to the doer. This curse, as if finding its way back to the villagers. Will one day my method be broken? It seems like it is.

Actually this village does not need doctors or shamans, does not need a morgue filled with spell paper, does not need other powerful ways. All they need is awareness. The willingness to change, to be better. But apparently, these sinful villagers still wanted to stay on their way.

This village taught me many valuable lessons. What is heinous deeds, sins, curses and what is referred to as karma. Even if they do not realize it, the karma of the curse will continue to haunt them. Indeed, I managed to help them back then, I helped them overcome this karma. And that's why they feel safe. They then chose to continue their lives until now. But let it be, good and evil will find their way back. And when the ugliness returns to them, I can only hope that I am not in their midst, like that day. Right too. I have to hurry away from this village...

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