Pocong Around
A photograph

Heavy rain began to thin, leaving only a raindrop that looks rare, the sound of raindrops from the precarious was still heard.

Azzam said goodbye to go home, I took the initiative to give him an umbrella loan, because he was afraid later on the road suddenly rained again.

At first he refused but because me and aunt kept forcing Azzam finally received his umbrella.

After Azzam came home, auntie's friends also came home, I immediately went to my room, while aunt went to the kitchen while carrying our used drinking glasses.

In the room I was silent, there were a lot of questions in my mind. First about Poling's relationship and his aunt's friend, both Poling look angry and hate on the man, well if the pocong feels that way if the pocong has remembered something, then,and there are many other questions.

Actually it's easy if I know the real name tuh pocong, it will make it easier for me to find out, but now the problem is not me, the pocong itself does not know its own name.

When I was dizzy guessing my phone was ringing, I grabbed and saw who was calling.

"sir Iqbal ... what's wrong, why would you like to tell me the development of his case Mr Muhid?" muttered

Don't want to think too much I immediately shifted the screen of my phone

"hallo.." I said.

"hallo Lala.maaf interrupted his time, I contacted you because I wanted to tell if the death case of Mr. Muhid was clear, the perpetrator had admitted his actions, and now he was in legal process " her word

"alhamdulilah then, then is there anything I can help sir ?" ask me

"nothing, you and your friends do not need to give any information, because I have also tried to keep you from getting involved" he said

"oh, that's "say me slowly

"yes, I called you to thank you for your help and your friend this case can be quickly revealed"

"yes sir, it's okay maybe it's just a coincidence "my speech

"yes already then already, I just want to convey that" he said and soon after the phone connection was cut off

"huuuuffftt.so that's the reason his spirit sir Muhid came and smiled at me "my murmur.

"ok, the case is over, now there is a problem pocong, hopefully no more ghosts who ask for help "say me slowly, but suddenly I patted the forehead when I remembered something

"astaga ,kok I can forget yes, I would like to ask for help accompanied to dismantle the mound of land "smooth me

Like later I tried to call again. I glanced at the wall clock that turned out to be back to function, regardless of when the wall clock was replaced by the battery.

In that hour, the short needle has pointed at the number 5 while the long needle is at the number 4, wow, apparently we passed the time to teach us because the rain fell very heavy and quite long.

I then went to the bathroom to clean my body, not forgetting I grabbed a towel hanging behind the door, even though I was not used to hanging towels or clothes because there were often mosquitoes. Her usual after the towel is dry in the sun I always fold her but maybe this aunt or grandmother who put her hung behind the door.

After the bath ritual was over I immediately helped auntie prepare food for dinner.

When the night welcomes, the voices of frogs, crickets, and other animals sound so noisy. But that's what makes me miss this village when I leave this village to study in Jakarta later.

When my eyes began to close, why did my ears hear like the sound of someone walking outside.

srak'

tap'

tap'

srak'

The more I ignored the sound the more obvious it was, but when I tried to sharpen my ears suddenly the sound of footsteps was not heard at all.

I also returned to eye-catching.

brugh'

brugh'

This time the sound of a falling object, I sighed and tried to call Poling, I mean to ask what the falling object was.

"Polish..... Poling.." call me slow.

"what the hell is , just disturb me again play also "his words that are already beside me

"sorry, I just want to ask, it's outside who's walking back and forth that there's the sound of falling objects what is it?" ask me, who is very curious but afraid to look outside

"ah you mah La, the rich are just the first, it's usual that the ghosts are racing the pair's arms and the sound of falling is yes.

"huh..kok can the ghost of the sling race?" ask me not to think

"yes there is, I also again his exclaims watch this instead you call" his grumble

"yes if so please continue, I want to sleep again" I said as I spread my body

"heuh.basal already disturbed now even want to sleep "

Now that I know what noise is out there, if I'm not afraid maybe I'll come watch too....but I was still sane when I watched the ghost show.

The night was getting late but the noise outside was even more noisy, plus the sound of footsteps like wearing shoes sounded like more than one or two people.

But when I opened the window, there was not a single ghost there, all of it seemed quiet, the silence was just a gust of night wind that felt bone-piercing to make my skin bristling,I also closed the window door.

When I was about to close my eyes, again the noise outside again sounded disturbing me, I felt annoyed and re-opened the window, but silence returned.

"astaga.

"ok, if that's what you want "I said slowly

I turned on my late grandfather's radio, even though it was still using a battery, but the radio was still functioning properly.

I also looked for a channel that specifically broadcasts the chants of the holy Quran. After finding the channel I then turned it a bit tight, and it's true that the noise outside immediately stopped, and I was able to sleep soundly until morning.

The morning as usual, I woke up late because last night I was made unable to sleep, I was in a hurry to shower and dress and then I immediately left without breakfast.

When I just got out of the house, Azzam saw walking with an umbrella that I borrowed yesterday, like he wanted to return it.

"hai La , here's the umbrella, thanks "his words, I immediately grabbed and saved it

After that we also left together.

"oh yes Zam, Iqbal called me last night ..."

"why do you want ?" sambar before I finish my speech

"you want to tell me that Mr. Muhid's case is over, the perpetrator has admitted his actions, we also do not need to give any information he said "my words

"oh, just that ...no other ?" ask Azzam

"none, what is the other ?" ask me

"yes, when there is anything else that he wants to get to "his words again, I just frown to hear him

"Zam .. You know the man who was with aunt yesterday ?" ask me

"why is that ?" ask her

"yes ..pengen know, the problem is I've had several dreams in the man there is a connection with Poling also the police officer who killed Dino"

" oh yeah ?" ask her

"yes, even I'm very curious, you ask me if I don't know the real name of the pocong" I said again

"if the man knows Poling, it's not impossible that your aunt also knows the Poling, why don't you just have your aunt" said Azzam made me reflexively hit his arm slowly

"yes if I know his name I've been asking from the past to auntie, how the hell "

"hehehe...iya yes..., continue what do you want to do next ?" azzam asked, smiling with a grim grimace

"do not know, maybe I want to ask for help sir Iqbal just time yes to dismantle the grave in the forest, who knows with the unraveling of the grave it can give a little hint " I said the truth I was confused too

"when's the plan ?" ask her

"don't know, I have to ask first when Mr. Iqbal has time, don't I want to disturb his work "my mouth

"it's up to you, but you have to remember, I'm ready to help you "say Azzam and then he walks ahead of me after we get to school

"people why the hell , intermittently chuck, intermittently a lot of nonsense, weird " my murmur

When I was also walking behind Azzam, Poling suddenly blocked my path

"what the heck, watch out I want to pass " said I slowly

"La, I found this photo at home" said the pocong while showing a photo measuring 4×5 that he hid behind his shroud

"can you touch things?" ask me

"i'm also surprised, some things I can't touch let alone bring it, but this photo apparently I can not only touch it but also bring it, see 'em ,it's very similar to me" he said again

I looked at the little photo and grabbed it, I widened my eyes because right, the person in the photo is very similar to Poling.

"where did you get this picture ?" ask me

"there is a madman talking to himself, takuuutt.." Vienna suddenly sneered at me shuddering and then just passed by.

I just stared at him expressionlessly, let him or someone else say I was weird, which is clear at this time I was curious about the photo in my hand.

"where did you get this picture?" ask me again, but instead of answering the pocong it just disappeared

"ah already..how to finish - try "my murmur is upset.

"eh but wait, if not wrong earlier the pocong said to find it in the house, whose house, what is the house of my grandmother "murm in the heart

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