Pocong Assayment Tumbal
fifteen
Whispering sighed, Ilyaz was sure the voice was coming from within. A cold wind blew on his face, somewhat smelling the smell of dried meat like a corpse that was hundreds of years old and dried up. Heart pounding, doubt emerged after hearing the whisper of warning, there was a terrifying power from within. However, he tried to resist by continuing to read the prayers in his heart, as powerful as fending off the negative energy that attacked.
“Bismillahi tawakaltu Allahu, lauhala walakuata illabillah aliyyil adzim. O God, I believe no power can resist Your will,” his sigh. While continuing to read the prayers, a few minutes observe the situation. Those eyes remained fixed on the white shadow from within the musala. The eyes came, not afraid of the warning.
Don't disturb!
Ilyaz did not budge. He still strengthened his determination to restore the face of the musala as before.
The cold wind was stronger from within until the leaves were scattered on the floor, flying. Similarly, the door of the musala moved itself, slammed.
“Pak Doctor,” whispered Atang trembling. The young man felt an incongruity from the gust of wind slamming the door. It was cold, but not ordinary cold.
In stark contrast to the cold air of the countryside, the air he felt was mixed with horror. He understands and is sensitive, this is the existence of invisible creatures. His legs were turning backwards towards behind Ilyaz's back.
Ilyaz remained fixated with his mouth unceasingly praying, both hands raised to half his chest. The wind from the direction in the musala grew louder as he chanted the prayers. While Atang buried a little head on the doctor's back. “Allahu akbar!” the echo of takbir resounded loudly.
Kreetttt. brugg, the musala door creaked and then slammed.
“Gosh!” jakak Atang was shocked.
“Already Tang, just wind. We must quickly fix this musala. At least, the garbage is cleaned first,” Ilyaz steps steadily towards the inside of the musala.
He followed her from behind, slowly. But keep moving forward.
Dust and cobwebs inhabit the houses of worship in this village. The smell of old wood began to decay. Ilyaz's heart was really sliced by the unkempt state of the musala. “Saddening once the condition of this musala, Tang,” he is welding.
“He-em,” replied Atang briefly. He did not think about the sad state of the musala, but about the air of awesomeness that was still felt. His eyes kept turning checking the situation, every angle was noticed.
“Tang!” call Ilyaz to watch Atang's behavior.
“Oh, Mr. Doctor. Can we finish quickly?”
“Just started, Tang.”
“Ehm...., why does the Doctor care so much about this village's musala? Mr. Doctor ‘kan is not a citizen of this village.”
Ilyaz gasped, Atang's question was very deep to find the answer. True, he had absolutely no connection whatsoever with this musala. However, why should be so concerned to dare to oppose the beliefs in this village. Is this the stupidity he did?
No, all because of the call of the heart. There is a form of responsibility that comes to break the trust of villagers who, according to him, misunderstand the events that befall ust. Aslamic. He wanted people to remember God again, fearing breaking God's orders, not fearing the terror of the curious spirits that plague the village. Obviously this is all just a lie.
It is impossible for the dead to come to those who are still alive and scare. Is it not clear, if the soul of the dead is in a place where no force can penetrate it is no exception, the spirit itself. They were in a very strict place of guard, the grave.
However, Ilyaz also understood. The belief of the curse is already attached and spread in this village and has become a belief that certainly, will be difficult to get rid of from the minds of the citizens.
“I don't need a reason ‘kan, Tang to invite citizens back to the path of God? Yes, maybe the reason is too pretentious, I am indeed called to return this musala as a place of worship,” he said steady, but full of gentleness.
“Hopefully, with this rebuilt musala, ust spirits. Aslam can be calm and the curse in this village is over.”
“Amin, hopefully. We start from there Tang!” point Ilyaz to the side near the page.
Ijah came to bring a plate of village-style food. A decoction of cassava, a young banana as well as a glass and teapot filled with tea water.
Some villagers came. They carried anger, displeased faces from unfriendly expressions.
“You are ngeyel! We have warned what will happen if you dare to disturb this haunted musala,”, Ismat said in front of the line of citizens who came.
Ilyaz came out after hearing the screams from Ismat, Atang and Ijah followed, meeting the crowd. They were astonished by the large number of people who were emotional.
“Pak Doctor, guest only here. Doctor sir has angered the citizens and spread terror in this village, you know?” Ismat rebuked without being awkward, seemingly burning with high emotions.
“Sorry, Mr. Ismat. My fault what?”
“Heh, don't pretend! I warned you, don't disturb this musala. The desire of the Doctor will make the waiter of this place angry. We do not want to accept curses just because of the act of knowing.”
“Wait, Mr. Ismat. We talk well.” Ilyaz remained calm in the face of the anger of the citizens. Has not exploded completely, but the unpleasant aura is very strong felt, “we clear things up, think cold and hold emotions first.”
“Pak Doctor, don't quibble too much. We are here to stop the work that makes the village will be cursed,” said Ismat fiery.
“Quiet first, Mr. Ismat. I did this according to the previous agreement. Mr. Lurah has decided, the fate of the musala is determined by mutual agreement, right?” Ismat was silent for a moment to hear Ilyaz's explanation, “asnya, residents agreed that this musala was cleaned and repaired again.”
Some residents whispered to each other after Ilyaz explained the results of the deliberations that had been done.
Ismat felt the tension, then looked back, left and right and looked back. Ilyaz as his interlocutor. “And we want the consensus to be void,” as firmly.
“Reason?”
“Pak Doctor really does not understand, what is pretending? I ‘kan explained, we do not want the village to be cursed even worse. The spirits of the waiting for this musala must be very angry because their residence has been disturbed.”
Ilyaz smiled rather cynically, laughing at the deterioration of the thinking of the citizens. They are so thick with clenical beliefs that are not acceptable sense.
“Fathers, Mothers, once again, I would like to invite citizens to open our minds. Are you really sure the source of the curse is because of this musala?”
The citizens whispered alone, not a single one dared to oppose.
Ismat noticed every expression of mass. The citizens were judged to be inconsistent, they came here to stop Ilyaz's actions, instead of whispering and rowdy. Ismat is riled, hue flushed with jaws pressing on his teeth. The cadus thought if the citizens continued to doubt, then everything would be chaotic. The doctor will easily re-purpose the damned mustache. Unimagined, what will happen if the house of worship is like before, the waiters will certainly not be willing to be expelled and could be terror curse spread more ferocious again.
“You want to listen to a stranger who is new to this village or trust me who has lived in this village for decades?” ismat Argan said.
Ilyaz increasingly does not understand Ismat's thinking, what does he want? The intention is really pure to make the citizens to return to God, to carry out obligations to Him. This museum is the only place of worship in the village.
