THE MYSTERY BEHIND THE SPIRIT

Pocong Rope 2

" 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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" We better talk about this tomorrow. We'll meet Sukri too." Pinta Pak Slamet's.

The three of us resigned from Mr. Slamet's house.

Passed the same path, but the scary atmosphere was not the same as before. Maybe it was because of the dawn prayer. My husband and I went to the manau in front of the house.

The congregational morning prayers were over, but the ustadz who had been praying stopped our footsteps.

" Wait a minute, Hadi." Pinta pak Ustadz's.

" Yes sir, what's wrong?" ask husband.

" Something seems to be following you. Unintentionally since I saw a figure who was following your steps." Said Mr. ustadz. My husband and I looked at each other, in our minds 'How this ustadz knows'.

As if we could read our thoughts, Mr. Ustadz also let us stop by his house.

"Please enter first, don't hesitate."

We were sent in, and his old wife came with a drink.

" I'm sorry for interfering in your affairs. But I'm really curious why the pocong is following you." Mr. ustadz said without a stale base.

I also told him everything. And Mr. ustadz promised to help.

" Later tonight try to gather in the place where the pocong appeared."

" Okay sir, we'll be there with Mr. Slamet and Mr. Sukri all."

That night I left Ami to my sister because I did not want to be with me again in solving this mystery.

At twelve o'clock we were together. Before long there was a big wind that hit us, like a sign of the presence of the pocong figure. I hold on tight to my husband.

The pocong appeared right in front of Mr. Slamet and Mr. Sukri.

" Yetoooo." Shouted them along with the surprised, until Mr. Slamet tightened in his pants. It seemed like they wanted to run, but their legs were like heavy to step on.

" Give me back my pocong strap!" the creepy sound from the pocong.

" The rope's been burned, forgive us." Said Mr. Sukri with trembling. Pocong was like angry hearing the answer from Mr. Sukri. His eyes are getting sharper.

" You come back to your nature here is not your place."

Hhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

The pocong's laughter, which he heard was very loud.

" Who are you telling me?"

" I am a servant of God."

" I'll go if my pocong strap is returned."

" In that case, don't blame me if this holy verse destroys you."

Mr. Ustadz also began to read the holy verse of the Quran. The pocong was like heat, the pocong was writhing.

" Aaarrghhh hot.. Just STOP." That sniffle pocong.

" STOP IT. I'll go." That snail pocong again.

The four of us would like to thank Mr. Ustadz for helping us. After that, we went back to our homes.

 

 

Siska stopped the story.I gave her a glass of water.

" The pocong is gone, and now what's the problem? there are no more distractions, right?" I asked Siska.

Siska let out a long breath.

" I thought so, too, but these few days I've been in that phantom pocong again. And what he asked for remained the same. I tried to go to the ustadz who was helping at the time, but he was out of town. I'm confused how to do again, I'm tired if I have to every night in the ghost of the pocong continues. Please help me Doc." Pinta Siska's.

After I listened to Siska's story, I can conclude that this pocong is actually asking for a change. I decided to go help Siska.

At night at exactly 11 pm I arrived at Siska's house. There were two people in the house who looked to be over 50 years old. Ah maybe this is Mr. Slamet and Mr. Sukri.

I was invited in, there were already some conditions on the table that I asked Siska this morning to prepare.

It is a shroud with a length of 5 meters. And some other tools.

I came with Agus and Kyai.

After everything was ready, Mr. Kyai started.

" Do you remember the name of the spirit you took the rope from?" ask Mr. Kyai, to Mr. Slamet and Mr. Sukri.

" Not to be mistaken for Herman Abdullah."

" Well let's start, I ask you to come pray and read the holy verse that you can. So that everything can go well." Pinta Pak Kyai's.

The ritual was started, all prayer was heard, the chanting of holy verses was beautiful heard so that it can be soothing for those who listen. Almost an hour of the ritual was done, Thank God there was no interference until everything went smoothly until the end.

" Thank God, it's done. Later Mr. Slamet and Mr. Sukri I ask to bury this shroud near the grave of the deceased. God willing, everything will return to its place." Said Mr. Kyai, by handing the shroud to Mr. Slamet.

" Good tomorrow we'll bury this cloth."

Me, Agus and Mr. Kyai also resigned. We hope that the problems faced by my clients this time can be resolved.

At Siska's house the next day.

Siska and her husband and son were sitting in the living room.

" Pa picked up Ami, put him to sleep like this." Pinta Siska's.

" Yes Ma..."

When Siska, alone in the room, arrived far away from her seat, she saw the sighting of a pocong. Siska fell silent in surprise, not because of the creepy sighting. But with his presence.

The pocong looked clean, and the pocong smiled at Siska. And the old ta pocong was gone.

" Sir... What's wrong? how come?"

" Eeehh Papa, make a surprise..."

" Why dream?"

" Nothing's wrong."

" Let me know what I saw. What matters now is that everything is back to normal. O Allah protect us. Aamiin's." Inner Siska.

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