Pocong Around
Lala's Idea

In front of a room with the sign of a corpse now I am. I glanced at the Poling who looked tense.

But before entering was seen Mr. Iqbal was talking to an officer and shortly afterwards Mr. Iqbal invited us to enter.

"yuk "

I began to step my feet, the smell of formalin stinging in the sense of smell as I began to enter the mortuary.

There are several blankars on top of which there are bodies covered in white cloth.

I was told if the autopsy results had come out and indeed it was the body of his uncle, now my position was in front of the corpse of uncle who had been wrapped in a shroud, because his body was not intact anymore.

"how do I tell aunty" I said

"his family we have told 'em, maybe soon they come" said Mr. Iqbal

"then what about the perpetrators of the killer, if they have been arrested" asked Azzam, I turned to Mr. Iqbal

"yet, because we don't have any evidence that would incriminate them" Iqbal said

Before that I told him everything about Mr. Iqbal, about his aunt's friend who was also uncle's friend, as well as the police member who I had told him at that time,but indeed I also have no evidence whatsoever to ensnare the two of them, just based on dreams no one will believe.

Moments later this room was crowded with uncle's family, they were very hysterical because they did not expect his uncle's death.

Likewise with aunts and grandmothers who just arrived, even to the point of fainting because they could not withstand his sadness.

In short, now that the funeral procession is over, I am still at the funeral accompanying the sobbing aunt while touching the gravestone.

"La ,ayo immediately invite aunt to come home, it will soon rain" said Azzam, I nodded and then approached

"bi.we go home yuk "take me.

"hiks.bibi did not expect that your uncle would die in such a way, who would do that to him"

"be patient, whoever the perpetrators are, I'm sure they'll get the punishment they deserve" I said unknowingly

"what did you say ? they?" asked aunt, I gasped to realize

"that means you know who the perpetrator is ?" ask aunt again

"hm.i.i.it..."

"ayo La , tell auntie , tell me the truth, do you know anything, do you know who did it ?" auntie began to urge me

"we're talking at home, yeah, I promise I'll tell you what I know" I said slowly

Finally the aunt wanted to go home, Azzam was to take us home, but when we were about to enter, Azzam's mother came and asked Azzam to go home.

"ayo La tell me "pinta aunty when we were just inside the house

"yes bi, but for a moment yes, I want to take a drink first ,haus" I passed to the kitchen

"what's wrong?" ask grandma to aunt

"she said Lala knew something about her papa's death Dika "that's how the aunt who never mentioned her husband's name, she would call it by her papa word Dika

I sighed hearing their conversation from the kitchen, after drinking water I went to the aunt and grandmother.

But before I told her, I made sure first that Dika did not hear our conversation.

"When can you ask for help?" I asked the boy who was in the room

"what brother?" ask her in a hoarse voice

"you cry, why ?" ask me

"i'm sad brother, now I really have no more papa, why should papa die and be buried, then later if in the land of hungry papa also thirsty how sis?" ask her with a sniffle

"jeez Dika,." I immediately grabbed the boy into my arms, no words came out of my mouth, just a swipe of my hand on his head that I could do right now

Then my eyes saw Poling who seemed to peek at the window, why the pocong did not enter anyway' thought me

"you must not be sad, just pray that your father can be calm on the side of God" I said later

"yes you are sleeping now, brother meenin " continued me, the boy just nodded while crumbling his body, I also lie down next to him

After making sure if Dika was asleep, I went out to approach the aunt and grandmother who had been very ready to listen to my story.

"is Dika asleep ?" ask aunt

"it's bi"

"yes it's quick now to say what you know "pinta granny is impatient

I told him what I saw from my dreams and visions. From the start of the debate, the slander of the affair, to the murder that culminated in his buried uncle's body I told him all his.

"astaghfirullah...since when did you find out his La ? why don't you tell auntie?" ask auntie while sobbing

"sorry bi" said I

"where are you going?" ask grandma when auntie's moving

"i want to tell the police, this can't be allowed, Waluyo and his friends can't be allowed, as if they can be free to roam while my husband has to die because of their actions" said aunt memgebu

"auntie is calm, one of the perpetrators has been arrested, and the aunt's friend is also under police observation, because there is no evidence" I said

When aunt had calmed down, someone came to say hello

"waalaikum salam" said we

But not unexpectedly if the one who came was his aunt's friend named Waluyo. Seeing who was coming, just contact made the aunt return emotions. But I immediately pulled her away.But before leaving I asked grandma to accompany her friend aunt by acting ordinary.

"patient bi, hold on" I said slowly

"how can I be patient, that person who has eliminated my husband where can I just keep quiet"

"calm bi, I have a way so that he can confess his actions and throw him in jail" said I who suddenly came up with an idea

"what's your plan?"

I whispered something and auntie seemed to nod.

"but where should we buy a drink like that?"

"yes, yes" I was confused by my idea

"there will be a handsome policeman, make him buy, or do not ask him to take it from winning the confiscation, and the ends are also destroyed tuh goods "petti Poling

"yes, why does tsj think of me" I murmured

"why?" ask aunt

"uh.okok no "

"it's okay to meet him, be as normal as possible" asked me

"yes, I hope aunty can yes, bismillah.." said aunt then mukai pull air from the nose and expelled slowly from the mouth several times until the aunt really felt calm.

While aunt went to see her friend, I immediately contacted Iqbal

dialing phone

"bang, can I ask for help ?" ask me

"what the hell can not make Lala" said Mr. Iqbal

"hehe... Then Brother please find alcoholic drinks but do not oplosan, can you ?" my ask

"huh...what do you do ? you drink ?" ask her again

"eh..no , not for me but ..ah later I tell you my "exclamation

"i don't want to help you if you don't tell me first"

"why is that?"

"yes abisnya you are not very clear, the time suddenly asked in the search for the illegal drink, if not for you to do what try "

"yes I told you" I said at the end, I went away so that my voice could not be heard in the front room

"ayo fast "her urged story

"alright, so here ..... "

"oh that, if I think there is no need to use such a drink, we are enough for him to get drunk without having to give him alcohol" said Mr. Iqbal

"how to get drunk without alcohol?" ask me

"don't be confused, you just calm down, you just set it at any time" he said again

then there was a voice telling someone's call, not long after Mr. Iqbal asked permission to end the call.

the phone connection was cut off

"how is La, the cop gonna help you?" ask Polling

"hm.but I'm confused"

"why why ?" ask her

"ah know, oh right uncle said that Dika can see uncle, is he not afraid to see the appearance of uncle who....."

"what is it?" ask her

"yes uncle knows for myself without having to say "my words as it passes

"my body has been met and buried properly, but why do I still not remember my past "shirr which I can still hear

I stopped my steps, really, why his memory has not returned when his body has been met and buried, what my guess is wrong, how to reverse the memory of the pocong, he is still kinking, what is wrong,because one of the perpetrators has not been caught.

As I was staring at Poling's back, my ears caught a crete like something was cracking, I also circulated my gaze to look for the origin of the sound,I looked up and was shocked when I saw the kitchen ceiling that was ready to hit my body.

"aaaaaaka.kkhh....."

Brugh'

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