Pocong Assayment Tumbal
nineteen

Four pocong figures surrounded Atang. They had a glance towards Ilyaz then turned into a thin mist and vanished. A moment of sculpting, gasping with a sinister sight, the figures swarmed at Atang. However, after disappearing, he again found his consciousness.

“Atang!” she was hysterical and ran straight to the child's bed. “Astafirullahadzim, Tang!” the screams were shocked not a bitch.

Atang's condition is sad, eyes bulging with tongue sticking out. On the neck was a black mark like a strangle, exactly the same as Anto's condition.

Ilyaz's scream awakens the captivated Ijah to ascertain what happened in his only child's room. With an expression full of anxiety, the old woman ran over. On the lips of the door, his steps stopped, painted disbelief in what had happened. Atang was already completely stiff with alarming conditions.

“Atang!” he shouted and the old body collapsed at once, unable to bear to see the condition of his beloved child who had become a corpse.

The sobs of Ijah broke up the house that radiated energy of grief, the cry of calling his son's name continued to blur. He was still not willing to lose Atang suddenly, just last night, the boy was still talking to him, and in the early hours of the day, it was found lifeless.

“Sabar Mak, this is a test from Allah,” said Ilyaz.

“I have warned you, the musala should not be disturbed! This is the result if there are people who know. If this is the case, how will it be?” sindir Ismat at the time of his service.

The mourners cast a fearful and cynical look, very cold. Ilyaz felt the unpleasant views of the citizens, as if throwing arrows of accusation, he was the cause of all this. Atang's death, his actions that have dared to disturb the cursed musala of this village.

“I also can't do anything, just sorry for the death of Atang,” said Hamid. The look on my face shows a great sense of mourning. “Mak Ijah, patience. Good boy's handle.” White envelopes were tucked into a cloth-covered basin near Atang's corpse.

Silence, Ilyaz did not pierce all the cold gazes that attacked him.

“Mak, patience. Allah predestines the life and death of a person according to His will,” Ilyaz said.

“Haha, do not wash your hands. Remember with the arrogance of the Doctor who will be responsible if the curse of the musala takes its toll again? And now, Atang's victim. Doctor sir doesn't pity the people left dead? Lookie! Ijah for example,” Ismat is very satisfied with the words that come out.

The view of the citizens increasingly dislike the pretentious doctor, they whisper to each other.

Ilyaz was sensitive to that look, but did not want to be provoked. It is clear that Atang's death was not due to him or the curse of the musala which became the terrible myth of this village. The young man died because of the four pocongs he saw. The doctor even speculated that this death had something to do with Ijah's story before the pickup event. Pesugihan, there is someone who did the alliance at the expense of the villagers as a result.

“I'm sincere, sir with the departure of Atang. Mr. Doctor is right, this is indeed the will of Gusti Allah,” said Ijah while continuing to sob.

Ismat is wry with his answer. “Eyes , so people don't be too innocent. All is the will of God, but there is still a cause, and the cause of it, Atang died from the curse. I had really given a warning at that time, do not disturb the musala, but this doctor even dared to disturb it. You and Atang also helped ‘kan?” oceh Ismat tried to heat up the old woman's heart.

The mourners began to dare to speak, they compact to say the words of Mr. Ismat.

Ilyaz responded with a long sigh, not feeling at all cornered by all Ismat's accusations. Atang's death was indeed awkward and according to the perception of the citizens the cause of the curse of the musala. Not do not want to believe the myth, it could be all true, considering, he experienced the incident himself.

The appearance of Anto who had met him, added to the belief that it was not a curse, but the terror due to the impact of the pesugihan that someone did. Wh who? That's what can't be proven because it can't be recklessly accused.

“Yes, remember. I will be responsible, only, are the residents here really sure if the curse that occurred in the village due to the musala? What if it turns out, there is someone who made a pact with the devil?” Ilyaz keceplosan so can not stand the pressure that exists. Ismat's provocation, apparently infuriated his humanitarian side to defend himself.

Hamid's face was a little pale.

Ismat glanced briefly at the mourners.

“Haha, really want to wash your hands. What proof? In this village there is no respite, obviously this is due to a long-standing curse. Haha, that's funny. A learned man, like the Doctor, thinks things that are beyond logic. What's all this time in school, Mr Doctor studying emergency?” he said at length satisfied to corner Ilyaz, Ismat's position is strong in this case.

“Already Mr. Ismat, it is not good to fight in front of the dead. Pity Mak Ijah if it must be added to this riot. Let, this business we finish after the management of Atang's body,” said Hamid wise in cooling the situation.

“Yes, Mr. Lurah. I am willing to let go of Atang. This is the destiny of the Gusti of God, not because of curses or sacrifice. This is the will of Gusti Allah,” concluded Ijah, his crying has not subsided.

“Heuh, you are too good, Ijah,” Ismat said ketus.

“Fine body Atang, we bring it to the musala to be channeled, Mak,” said Ilyaz.

“What Mr Doctor, is channelled in musala?” hamid said quite shocked.

“Yes, Mr. Lurah. Is not the Muslim duty towards the dead, one of whom is crucifying his body?”

“Oh right, but does Mak Ijah agree with Pak Doctor's proposal?” ask Hamid.

“Eyes! Do you want this village to be cursed like it was when Aslam was alive?” ismat asked emotionally.

“Pak Ismat, the disease that befell the citizens two years ago, likely not because of the curse sir, I can guarantee it. I was sent here, also because I want to research the outbreak of the disease that occurred two years ago.”

“Pak Doctor, don't be smart. Then wash your hands again, as happened to Atang now. How many victims do you really want?” Ismat was adamant about his opinion.

“What is Mr Ismat?” Ilyaz was a bit furious, not accepting Ismat's accusation. It was too petty for a village elder to accuse the settlers.

“Halah, pretend! What is the real purpose of the Doctor? Already know in this village forbidden to approach the musala, forbidden also to bark the corpse of the victim of the curse of the musala, but instead force the will. Want this village more affected by quality, yes?” ismat's accusation further provoked Ilyaz's emotions.

“Pak Ismat, there is no intention whatsoever with this village. I am only carrying out my duty as a Muslim, Allah ordered to pay my last respects to the body by crucifying it as the last form of worship. Are the people of this village not afraid of the torment of Allah just for not doing His command?” ilyaz said rather loudly.