T O H's

Poci (Roving Pocong)

The atmosphere is still so quiet and quiet along the main road of Mojokembang village, because it is still not morning right the sun has not been seen greeting in the eastern horizon. Dew still seems to drip slowly from above the grass foliage that thrives on the edges along the way.

Likewise, the acacia trees that grow neatly lined from North to South following the length of the road appear still wet on the crowns of leaves drizzle left overnight.

Still somewhat dim street lights perched dimly on the poles of the roadside are still lit. From the corner of surau rt.01, some pilgrims are still seen coming out of the surau after performing the congregational dawn prayers.

The splashing water of the river behind Mojokembang village is still clearly heard, because there is no sound barrier from the noise of the roar of vehicles passing by on the main road of the village.

But sparrows have been seen flying about to prepare to eat rice in every field that stretches long left right of the village road.

The turbulence before the morning is so shady and beautiful by the painting plastered in the far east of the Anjasmara mountains completes the charm of the atmosphere after dawn. As if so amazing natural treats presented by Allah SWT.

In the main street of Mojokembang village, two young men were enjoying the shade of the day after dawn by not missing a single breath of fresh morning air. Yes, they are Jaka and Dava who are busy running around while enjoying the grace of Sang Kuasa for the expanse of the village that is still so beautiful.

“Mas, Sister Princess and Sister Vivi why not join the morning run..??,” said Dava while continuing to run beside Jaka.

“Your sister Vivi as usual is still stuck with pillows and bolsters you don't know the habits of your brother that one, you know,” replied Jaka while occasionally wiping the sweat on the forehead with a small towel that she wrapped around her neck.

“If Sister Princess...?,” Dava again asked.

“If Kak Putri she is busy helping Budemu in the kitchen cooking,” said Jaka still keep running around small sometimes interspersed with jumps with both legs straightened aiming to stretch the muscles of the legs.

“Crajin yes sister The princess.?,” said Dava.

“He was diligent, sweet anyway, whose girl used to dong,” said Jaka who was hooked with Dava questions that increasingly lead and trap Jaka.

“Heh......,” Jaka paused while looking at Dava who was grimacing happily, because the purpose of all his questions was achieved so that he could draw a statement to Jaka on all his suspicions yesterday.

“Hehehe...., I finally got my own answer from your mouth Mas Jaka had I guessed,” Dava said as he looked at Jaka with a face full of hidden intent.

“Heh...., waduh ciloko I'm stuck, suuutz......, don't tell anyone yes..?.?, This is still a company secret,” said Jaka while silencing Dava's mouth.

“Hehehe...., Tax cover-up dong, hehe...” said Dava grinned complacently after knowing the truth that Jaka and Putri are dating.

“Aduh again my palm..,” said Jaka while patting his eel.

“Halah..., Mas Jaka is a sister at all thanks why..?,” said Dava with a face so expecting to get a prize.

“Then what should I give to my handsome niece and this handsome pus?,” said Jaka.

“We ran a race reminiscing about our childhood Mas Jaka never won a race with me,” Dava said with a mocking face full of seduction tactics so that Jaka received a request as well as a challenge from him.

“Well this time I will not budge again with you Dava,” said Jaka while taking a ready position like a marathon runner is taking the start followed by Dava beside him doing the same.

“Ready mas, count three we start running do not cheat.” said Dava.

“While the finish is up to where.?,” asked Jaka eagerly accepted the Dava challenge.

“We are at the end of the banana garden and this banana garden is almost a kilometer long well who is faster until the other end that is the winner,” said Dava explained.

“Ok, agreed.., who is it that grows banana trees this much is troublesome,” said Jaka.

“Pak RT Mas, already do not fuss let's start counting,” chirped Dava.

After the count of three Jaka and Dava began to run towards the other end of the banana garden, who was the fastest he won. Dava looks so fast running ahead of Jaka, because indeed he is the winner of the marathon race in Jombang SMK level. Jaka who was one year older than Dava finally lost the speed of Dava.

Almost at the end of the banana garden, the other that was used as a place to finish Dava suddenly slowed his running speed. There was a mysterious shadow as if following him running on the sidelines of banana trees. Jaka who understands correctly this will happen to slow his running speed and then approached Dava.

“What is Dik...?,” asked Jaka to see Dava who turned around looking for the mysterious shadow figure.

“What the hell is Dik..?,” asked Jaka once again.

“Maybe my feelings are yes Mas, it was like there was a figure following me running together beside me just real Mas, but strangely he did not run but jumped up and down, what is that mas...?,” said Jaka still with a curious face and still seemed to research with his eyes fixed on the thick banana trees.

“Ah don't scare Mas you, kidding me for sure this, so the race is not...?,” said Jaka rather pouty.

“So the hell I feel like someone is watching us behind these banana trees, but no I gubris fitting we are still at the end of there the end of our initial start running earlier. Now it's like I see something that follows beside me but does not run but jump,” Dava assured Jaka.

“Ah your feelings alone may be Dik,” babble Jaka tried to neutralize the atmosphere that suddenly became parno and horror.

“Lah popped him Mas, yes this is what I meant earlier,” Dava said while pointing towards the sidelines of a banana tree.

“Apaan..?,” Jakapun turned in the direction that Dava meant.

“That's a white brother wrapped in cloth when, like a person who wants to be buried but his face is burnt, Mas?, where else grinned him, he said,” said Dava describing what he saw that appeared between the banana trees.

“Oh it's Dik, it's mah his name Poci, eh wrong Pocong, but why when it's ugly huh Dik?,” has died a long time yes, dirty once pity must smell rotten, must smell bad,” said Jaka who was standing with Dava observing the figure of a pocong who continued to look at them and continued to jump up and closer to them.

“Maybe Mas, try asking the poci, hahaha..,” Laughter Dava repeated the error of the word from Jaka by calling the name Pocong but parodied.

“Eh he's getting closer said Dava, so wonder why the hood is white is there no other color change that is in the grave?,” said Dava continues to observe the approaching pocong.

“Ah you deck if the color when to change the green color later in the thought of lontong people again,” said Jaka.

“Eh his face is getting closer so the skull yes there are maggots again. Mas Jaka his eyeballs are not there.” said Dava began to fear.

“Lah yes yes it is poci yes eh pocong yes why we even observe yes Dik, you are the Dik who started there pocong in front of us even meticulous, even,” said Jaka who started to get scared.

“Mas Jaka this poci aka pocong roving oh pack me clear again, already in front of us how is...?,” said Dava who began to tremble because he saw the pocong was fit to be in front of him.

“Sabar, calm down take a deep breath, continue....,” said Jaka did not continue his words.

“Terus....,” said Dava repeated the word from Jaka.

“Kabuuur....!,” shouted Jaka ran away.

“Mas Jaka wait.., Huwaaa.., there is a pocong...,” shouted Dava ran after Jaka.

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