Pocong Assayment Tumbal
eleven
“Nah, right said Atang, the spirit was the cause. He is still not satisfied with the many victims who died in this village,” the ravings of Ismat increasingly become, feel can support. He was so confident in all his words.
“Then, what should we do now? I, as the village, do not want to make this catastrophe sustainable,” said Hamid.
“There is no other way, sir. We just topple this musala so that there is no more curse,” said Ismat.
“True, Sir,” said Atang even follow to pump the lurah.
“Dropped, Sir?” Ilyaz objected to Ismat's proposal. It is too early if that step is taken. Is not the lurah who said, the decision of the fate of the musala will be determined based on the agreement of the citizens.
“Dropped Sir. I guess there is no reason for citizens to defend this cursed musala,” Ismat is increasingly affecting.
“I think not so, I am sure there are still residents who want this place of worship to remain standing. The curse in this village is not because of the musala,” the doctor's rebuttal was calm.
“This Doctor does not know anything about this village. Doctor, do not interfere much with the affairs of the village. Let us take care of our village affairs or maybe, Mr Doctor wants to be qualified too, yes?” sindir Ismat, calm yet cynical.
Ilyaz's lips widened slightly, “Pak Ismat is too trusting with irrational things. Where is the evidence when a dead person comes back to life to take revenge?”
Ilyaz's lip line was not considered friendliness. That was a mockery in Ismat's supposition. He was a child yesterday afternoon, dared to really oppose the elders and village officials Suka Asih. The self-esteem of the KaDus was already made to break with the ignorance of Ilyaz.
Those eyes were somewhat glaring displeased and offended with Ilyaz. The sensitivity of the village elders is very sensitive and very easy to clash with the existing egoism.
“As for Doctor, I've reminded you. If anything happens later in this village, the head of the Doctor who is the guarantee. Can you?” Ismat defiantly.
Mr. Ismat's challenge did not shake Ilyaz in the slightest. The challenge was considered as a proof if the curse never existed. An opportunity for him to open the minds of villagers who are still thick with things that smell clenical. Musala is just an ordinary building that should be enlivened by the followers of God's teachings to be closer to Him, not vice versa. The heart of the doctor really felt called to awaken the people to their duty as servants of God.
“I, God willing, am ready for all the risks. I am sure God will show the truth to the villagers Suka Asih this.”
Steady with the answer thrown, increasingly making Ismat unhappy with the answer. What came out of the doctor's mouth knew that, an immediate challenge. The KaDus responded with a turbulent anger within, but it was not shed. His position as a village elder forced him to act wise and level-headed.
“I think, about this musala we leave it entirely to the citizens according to the discussion we have agreed,” Hamid took over the tension that occurred.
Appropriate actions reflect a leader who is a role model of citizens.
“Yes, Mr. Lurah. In my opinion also, citizens have the right also in determining the future of musala and their beliefs,”, said Ilyaz.
“Ngeyel, heuh!” ismat said not satisfied with the decision given Hamid.
“Pak Ismat, we should say goodbye. Our business is done,” Hamid understood with his colleague's annoyance. By taking her away, the atmosphere will not get more tense. “Pak Doctor, we excuse.”
Ilyaz replied by throwing a friendly lip knot. At first glance, his eyes were fixed on the pouch Hamid was carrying. There is a white cloth weathered and smell the distinctive oil of the corpse and a little fragrance of incense stick.
Hamid is aware when he is being noticed. Then quickly, the package that was brought was immediately hidden behind the clothes. Attitudes made ordinary, at least controlling themselves so that Ilyaz does not suspect.
“What's up, Doctor Sir?” He knew the doctor was watching something.
“Ah, nothing, Tang. We'll get to the lodge. The night, the wind is getting colder, not good for health,” said dr. Ilyaz.
“Yes, Mr. Doctor. Here also getting creepy.”
Atang's feelings appeared just like before. He realized another figure was watching them from within the musala.
Whether Ilyaz realized it or not, a pair of eyes were watching him.
The figure was invisible, watching them from within. The faces watched behind the window of the musala glass.
**
Atang was relieved to finally feel safe from the figure that followed them. The lodge adjacent to the musala, at least more secure than having to stand outside and look at the cursed monstrous musala.
Doctor Ilyaz opened the door. Not yet had the doctor invited in, Atang already preceded with a hasty manner. He shook his head and closed the door and locked it.
“You're so scared, Tang.”
“Hehe,” Atang cengengesan only, “Pak Doctor did not feel anything?”
“Taste what, Tang?”
“In the musala earlier, hih,” his shoulders swayed. “Pak Doctor doesn't feel something?”
“Yes what, Tang?” reiterate Ilyaz, “ moments at the musala earlier, which feels strange precisely the presence of Mr. Lurah and Mr. Ismat. Why are they there?”
“Atang also don't know, sir. They said they just wanted to check on the musala, but that's not what Atang.” means
“Hem, I'm just surprised by them, Tang. The nights are there. You realize no, they're weird?”
“Weird why Mr Doctor?”
“You noticed no, which Mr. Lurah carried behind his clothes?”
Atang geleng-geleng, do not know with luggage wrapped in black plastic behind Hamid's clothes. “I'm too scared, Doctor. Not paying attention to what Mr. Lurah.” brings
“You smell oil and incense?”
Atang's eyes narrowed a bit. He was only aware of the faint smell that smelled when in musala. It was also what made him feel a great fear. According to old people's stories, the smells faintly smell incense, the, the distinctive oils of corpses and certain flowers indicate the arrival of invisible creatures around the place or indeed there are people who deliberately call them for certain rituals.
“Pak Doctor kissed him too?”
“I think the fragrance came from the package that Mr. Lurah brought.”
“For what did Pak Lurah do that?”
“I don't know either, Tang.”
“Pak Doctor sure with plans to fix musala?”
“Why not be sure, Tang?”
“True Mr. Ismat, the musala holds a curse. I don't want Mr. Doctor to be cursed like the one that befell ust. Aslam.”
“Have I said ‘kan, Tang? It is just a myth, I am more afraid when God imposes His punishment,” Ilyaz responded with calmness.
“I also fear the punishment of Allah. Will God guarantee our salvation from the curse? Doctor sir is risking his life.”
“Do you doubt the power of God, Tang?”
“Not so Mr. Doctor, the proof is ust.Aslam. He died hanged in the musala and no one helped him, even now his spirit is curious and spread curses in this village.”
“That's slander, Tang. I'm sure that's happened to ust. Aslam, slander from people who do not like the success of building this village.”
“Times anyway, Doctor Sir? Atang believes that the spirit that followed us earlier and entered the musala, it was his spirit ust. Aslamic. He did not want anyone to approach the musala,” lightly Atang concluded.
