THE MYSTERY BEHIND THE SPIRIT

Pocong Rope

My name is Siska, I am a housewife with one child. Our home life was filled with happiness until the time it happened.

" Return it."

" Give me back my rope."

" Please give it back."

The pocong face was getting closer to my face, my tongue was complaining so I wanted to scream even I was able to. Getting closer and closer.

"Yetoooooooo." I woke up from my dream.

At the end of this time I often dream of a pocong, and repeatedly the same pocong and the same place. I told my husband everything, but he also did not understand what my dream meant.

It's been a week since I told my husband, and all that time I've never dreamt of that pocong again. I became a little relieved, not in ghost anymore.

" Mama, I want to play there ya.." ask my son while pointing the direction of the place. Yes a place where every time the pocong exists.

" Don't Ami, this already wants maghrib better we just go into the house yuk yuk." Take me. Ami entered the house, while I was still outside. Suddenly my fur goosebumps, the nape of my neck also feels cold. And when I closed the door, my eyes caught a white shadow on the corner of the street not far from me.

I locked the door of the house, and immediately approached Ami who was sitting at the dining table.

I stroked Ami's long hair unraveling. Trying to cover my fear...

" Ami quickly ate it son, after that learn ya." There was no response or signal from Ami.

" Ami, can't you hear me talking?" there's still no response.

" Mi.." I shook her shoulders slowly, Ami immediately stopped her hand that was scooping rice. But he was still silent, and he responded.

" Ami..." She's looking.

"Yetoooooooo." Red eyes and sharp eyes. She's not Ami, I ran to Ami's room. Make sure of what I see.

In the room, I found him studying at his desk.

" Mama why?" ask Ami to me.

" What's wrong, baby, I'm continuing to learn." I answered Ami.

" But why is your face pale, did you just see a ghost?" lirih Ami's.

" Huusshh.. Don't talk carelessly dear, not good!"

" Are you not afraid of ghosts?"

"Enough Am-!" I'm not done talking. Ami's face turned black and her eyes were bright red. He smiled at me.

I was actually scared, but I tried my hardest to fight that fear.

" What do you want?" ask me.

" Help me!"

" What please?"

" Get me or replace my lost pocket strap."

" How am I looking for him?"

" He's very close to you."

" Who?"

" Take your husband, he'll know."

The pocong suddenly disappeared. My legs no longer support my weight, limp as boneless.My body trembled my eyes suddenly blurry and I finally fainted.

My husband, who had just returned from work, was surprised to see my unconscious state, beside me was Ami who was crying.

" Papa.." said Ami.

"Ami... Why with my dear mother?" ask husband.

" I don't know Papa, I woke up and I found Mama passed out." Obviously Ami.

My husband immediately lifted my body, and brought it to the top of the bed. Ami take eucalyptus oil to be brushed all over the body. A few moments later, I tried to open my eyes. I faintly saw my husband's face, and I hugged him tightly.

" Cry if it calms you down." Saying husband. I spilled everything too.

When I started to feel calm.

" Tell me what really happened." Pinta. I told him everything from beginning to end.

My husband fell silent after hearing my story.

" I think I know who it is." My husband said arriving.

" Who's Pa?"

" Samlet sir, you know."

" Hurry and meet Pa."

" I'll be there later."

" No need later, just now. I'm tired if that pock keeps haunting me."

" All right, I'm leaving now. You're the same Ami at home."

" No, I'm coming."

Finally we went to Mr. Slamet's house. It's midnight almost one o'clock. The house is not far from my house, we also walk there. Through the river around him were many bamboo trees. " Mama, Ami's scared." " Cup baby, do not be afraid .. read the holy verse in your heart." " Yes, Mama."

The three of us are almost at Mr. Slamet's house. My husband knocked on the wooden door one, two, three or four times, the owner of the new house opened the door.

We were invited in, and we told Mr. Slamet everything.

Arrive arrive.

Braaakk.

The door of the house was closed.

Wus wus...

A strong wind came, I held Ami tight. Ami was scared until she cried. My husband kept reciting the verse of the chair.

And the wind stopped immediately. Mr. Slamet who never experienced anything like just now, he was terrified. My husband approached Mr. Slamet, who was fixated.

" Sir.awar sir, istifar. Can you tell me the truth is happening."

After feeling calm. Mr. Slamet started the story.

" I and Sukri used to study black magic, we studied with people in Banyuwangi area. The economy of my family and Sukri is very lacking, for a daily meal we are very difficult. There was an old friend, we met on purpose at the terminal. He who used to have a much different economy from me is now rich, has a car and a few motorcycles. I last saw you three months ago. It's the same with me and Sukri.

I asked him what his secret was. Hendra tells how to get rich so fast.

Sukri and I were interested, Hendra drove us to our destination. We were both hesitant at first, we realized this was all forbidden by religion. But we have no other choice.

Sukri and I followed all the rituals that had to be done, until the last ritual we struggled because it was difficult to get the conditions proposed. The pocong rope of a jejaka who was born on Sunday and died on Sunday.

For almost a month we didn't get that pocong strap. We were desperate, we felt maybe this was the answer from God.

On Sunday morning someone died. Sukri and I also visited the dead house...

" Kasian ya still Jaka but already dead, surely his girlfriend is very hit by his departure." Said one of the other mourners, whom I accidentally heard.

I told Sukri, we were a little happy. Sukri and I followed until the funeral. My eyes sparkled after reading the inscription on the tombstone. Yes the young man was born on Sunday kliwon and died on Sunday kliwon as well.

Sukri and I decided to come down to the burrow, because of relatives who died no one came down. It was an opportunity for us. I took the middle pocong strap and left only the head and legs. Of course no one is aware of our actions.

After the last ritual, our circumstances changed. A lot of people respect us when they always insult us. And until finally we became the richest man in this village.

" I'm sorry, sir, you better give me back the pocong rope. Now Mr. Slamet has got what you dreamt, so you better give it back." Saying husband.

" I can't take that pocong rope."

" Why?"

" Because we've already burned the shoelaces, and we're drinking water." Answer Mr. Slamet limp.

" So how do we do now, sir?" tanyaku, who was surprised by the confession of Mr. Slamet.

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