Pocong Assayment Tumbal
fourteen

Seven nights since that incident.

Ilyaz often gets strange happenings. The noise of the enemy is often heard. Crying, people chatting and things falling down became familiar to the ears. Sometimes, there was a lodging door that knocked in the early hours, where it was certain that the villagers no one dared to come out, let alone approach the musala. Of course it's not human. He could already guess who was knocking on the door.

Not only Atang, other residents also for seven nights were visited by a pocong-shaped spirit. Their confession is the same, Anto must ask for help to people, especially those who during his life knew the pocong.

“Ah, no answer from Kyai Tapa,” murmured.

“Pak Doctor, so clean the enemies?”

“Oh, Mak?” Ilyaz gasped in shock at the call Ijah, “so, Mak.”

“Pak Doctor surprised, huh? Sorry, Mr. Doctor,” Ijah felt guilty by his call earlier.

“It's okay, how many people will come clean musala, Mak?”

“It seems only Mr. Doctor, me and Atang only. The citizens did not dare to repair the musala. They're afraid of the curse, sir.”

“Heh,” dr. Ilyaz elongated, “I wonder with citizens. Very attached to their trust with the curse.”

“Citizens are terrified, Doctor Sir. The belief in the curse of the musala has been ingrained. Anyone who dares to change musala, they will be exposed to the curse disease.”

“Masa, Mak?”

“Iya, said Mr. Ismat so. I and other residents were gathered to reject the intention of Mr. Doctor to rebuild the musala. Mr. Ismat said if you want to survive the curse, residents should not approach musala.”

“And citizens believe?” Ilyaz.

Ijah hush. Want how else, the belief of the curse has already been attached to the minds of the citizens. They are more afraid of the terror that will be accepted. The spirits of people who died because of the curse was pocong, must always disappear in the musala.

Residents are very sure if those who have died, all are exposed to the qualities of the spirit of the ustaz. Musala is the place of death and certainly will not be willing to die alone. He wants revenge by spreading the curse disease and drawing their spirits to the house of worship. Many residents who witnessed some of the dead residents, must be pocong, ask for help, then disappear there.

“Entah should how else Mak, reassure the citizens,” the pressure of Ilyaz's voice complains, “I try to convince the citizens so that they do not have to think too much about the curse. We have greater power, God, but it doesn't make people sure.”

“Sabar, Mr. Doctor, it is difficult to ask the truth. People just need guarantees and proof. Terror pocong and curses in this village have made residents far from Allah.”

“Yes, I regret that. InshaAllah Mak, if Kyai Tapa comes later, the terror of the village is over, and I ask Kyai Tapa to teach in this village.”

“Alhamdulillah, hopefully, Mr. Doctor.”

“Then, we immediately Mak, musala must be quickly cleaned before magrib arrives.”

“Iya. Mr. Doctor, Atang from last night has not come home.”

“Lho, where is Atang, Mak?”

“Emak doesn't know either, Mr. Doctor. He said, want to go to Wisma Papayon.”

“What's there, Mak?”

“It's a tradition here, Doctor. People if they have money will certainly be spent there, every night is never quiet. The harvest profit this year is huge, so the workers get the bonus part. Well that money, they spent to play gambling kupluk,” said Ijah.

“Judi, Mr Lurah does not prohibit?”

“It is precisely the guesthouse was founded Lurah Hamid. Since there was ust. Aslam, residents are strongly opposed to gambling that is often done there. However, since the slander, Wisma Papayon became more crowded and they began to leave musala.”

“That's it, Mr. Doctor. At first, they also did not want to abandon the commandments of God. Musala is still a crowded place to congregate. However, residents are often plagued by sightings of pocongs when coming there. Once I was also bullied, at that time, I would perform the magrib prayer. Just the second rakaat, behind there was a screaming person looking at the pocong. Residents became frightened by the musala.”

“Yes Allah, it is impossible for the musala to be the place where the accursed beings dwell.”

“Not only that, Mr. Doctor. At the death of my husband, Atang saw four pocongs appear and carried the coffin moving on its own, then flew over the sky and then circled around the roof of this house, the pocongs surrounded the deceased. Since that event, Atang has always been terrified to see the coffins of the corpses in musala.”

Ilyaz bristled and shuddered a little at the story. Exactly with the incident when just coming to this village was also the death of Anto the night before, exactly the same.

“Ah, we do not have to tell that again, Mak,” said Ilyaz did not want to be too affected by the feelings that made him so upset to carry out the intention of cleaning musala, “ayo Mak, and so on, we'll clean musala soon.”

“Yes, Doctor Sir.”

Atang came with a face full of happiness. Her facial hue was filled with wide lip lines, smiling to herself, “eh, Mak. Know not, today what day?”

“Thursday, Tang. What's up?”

“Not, it's Atang's lucky day. Last night got a lot, see Mak!” Atang reached into his pants pocket and showed several pieces of money in the hundred thousand denomination, amounting to about thirty pieces. Atang proudly showed his lucky results.

Unlike her mother, Ijah was not interested in the red sheets of paper shown. Lips pout, eyes indifferent and does not show pleasure.

“Gambling results ‘kan, Tang?” said Ijah culas.

“Not, it's sustenance. Atang is just a fad playing luck, unexpectedly get this much money, Mak,” innocently, he defended himself.

“The name is still gambling, Tang,” Ilyaz commented.

“Ah, Doctor Sir. The important thing is that this money is not from the results of stealing,” kilah.

“Stay that money is not halal, Tang,” Ijah is a little annoyed with Atang's defense.

“Mak, better we go immediately to the musala to clean?” said Ilyaz divert the atmosphere that has begun to feel bad.

“Tang, now help Mak clean musala.”

“To musala, Mak?”

“Iya, musala.”

“That haunted museum?” Ijah. “Ya, Atang auxiliary,” tone Atang rigid and lazy.

Musala looks gloomy, even though it is still afternoon to evening. From the outside it looks messy with cold wind conditions, really make the fur to sit up. Though, not yet fully entered into, a silent and goosebumping aura could already be felt.

“Still this hour alone is spooky, Mak,” protest Atang.

“Already. You help Dr. Mom wants to prepare the equipment and food first.”

“Ya, Mak.” Atang answered at that.

Ilyaz widened his lip line seeing the somewhat forced-faced Atang with all of his mother's commands. Then, the doctor noticed the state of the musala from the outside, a white shadow appeared. It is not clear what it looks like, but the air of its existence is felt.

Don't disturb! A whisper carried by the wind rustled in Ilyaz's ear.