Pocong Assayment Tumbal
twenty

People were silent, no one dared to answer. Ilyaz was right about one thing, but he also did not understand one thing, the fear of the citizens was already very acute on the curse. After all, people have forgotten how to carry out God's commandments. Let alone the corpse prayer, five prayers have been forgotten.

“Sok is very religious, just like Si Aslam. Sok alim, but his behavior is rotten,” umpat Ismat does not want to lose.

Of course, Ilyaz could not accept such a heinous swearing, ust. Aslam is not what Ismat accused of.

Ilyaz's face flushed red, restraining the searing outburst of emotions.

Ijah understood very well the doctor's condition, the old woman stood as an intermediary. Atang is peaceful and should not be a quarrel on the day of his funeral.

“Already Mr. Ismat, I agree with Mr. Doctor. Atang must be channeled, it is an obligation, fardu kifayah. If no one carries it out then, this whole village will have its share of sin.”

“You do not think about the safety of other citizens, Ijah,” said Ismat pushy.

“I want Atang to be accepted and at peace by God's side, Mr. Ismat. I am alone now and will be even more sad if his spirit is not calm.”

The citizens whispered, compassion was shown to Ijah.

“Ya already Mr. Ismat, we just appreciate the wishes of Mak Ijah. The curse, just pray that it does not happen again,” Hamid said sounding wise.

“But, Mr Lurah?”

“Leave it,” said Hamid his expression slipped a certain isarat. His eyes conveyed a message that only those who understood.

“Good. If there will be anything in this village, I want a Doctor from this city who is responsible and must want to be tried,” urged Ismat.

Ilyaz furrowed his forehead, not understanding Ismat's continued urge and blamed him.

“How, Mr Doctor wants responsibility if there is anything with this village?” ask lurah Hamid, fine.

“Ya, go ahead,” said Ilyaz without a second thought.

“Nah, citizen so witness. You who are here as witnesses, Doctor Ilyaz will be responsible for everything. You agree?” hamid said in front of the mourners.

Of course, they agree. Those people are always cut off no matter what the leader says. Like a bunch of buffalo whipped his nose, follow whatever will from Hamid.

“Alright, please bring Atang's body to the musala to be channeled.”

Some people advanced to disturb Atang, Ilyaz took part in herding him to be crucified in the musala. The body was placed in the musala which was cleaned yesterday, unexpectedly, today this young man became the first to use it for worship after almost two years left abandoned and weathered.

No one dared to enter, they just stood up and looked at it from the outside. Ijah's heart was really sliced with reluctance of residents not to join the barking of his son's body for the last time.

“You don't want to honor your brother? This Atang was not an animal whose corpse was left just like that. It's not just a spectacle either. We are the Apostles who teach to honor the dead,” said Ilyaz.

People heard the doctor's anger.

“Leave it, Doctor Sir. It is not their fault, the citizens have the right not to do anything to the late Atang. Let's just say it,” said Ijah still sobbing.

“Astagfirullahadzim, patience Mak. We take care of Atang's body according to the Prophet's Sharia,” said Ilyaz softened.

Atang's bodies were laid, Ilyaz and Ijah prepared to lay. Clad in cloth, the body was lying stiff on the right, in front of the doctor, Ijah standing behind as his master.

“Allahu akbar,” takbir first echoed.

Ijah screamed hysterically with the corpse floating.

Ilyaz declared the third takbir, the corpse even more lifted and when the fourth takbir, Atang's stiff body turned outwards, sliding. An incredible force threw him outside the mushala.

Ijah could not stand the events beyond reason, repeatedly screaming hysterically and then unconscious. Not only the old woman, the citizens who watched, also shouted. Ilyaz immediately resuscitated the woman.

“Aware, Mak,” said Ilyaz wagging the body.

Luckily Ijah was still able to open his eyes, soon unconscious, outside, the residents screamed in fear and it provoked the attention of both to immediately make sure that happened.

“Astagfirullahaladzim, Atang!” shout Ijah.

Atang's body floated above the crowd, circling. Ilyaz was in shock, hands raised, reciting prayers as he could. The recitations of the verses of the Quran were chanted, a few minutes before, a corpse that floated, stopped, then fell to the ground.

“What I said, quality! We really are qualified!” shouted Mr. Ismat mixed with emotions and fear.

Residents were struggling with the oddity that occurred while, Ijah continued to cry hysterically to see the body of his son thrown.

“Already, already. We immediately bury this body rather than later more strange things,” said Hamid took a quick decision.

The commotion of the citizens can immediately stop because of Hamid's orders. Soon, Atang's body was put in a coffin and carried by several people. Ilyaz kept trying to strengthen Ijah who was crying all the way to the village tomb.

Earthholes the size of a corpse are ready to welcome Atang's stiff body to be stockpiled. The last house of all creatures, looks gaping with a depth of about two meters with mounds of land that is ready to bury the bodies that come.

Ilyaz noticed that a cushion of soil was taken by Hamid and put into a black bag without any residents noticing.

Atang's body lay in a hole that was slowly beginning to be stockpiled. The longer, the soil that is hoarding the more crowded the hole that was opened. The land was mountainous and formed the same mounds as the other lands around it. The mourners left after they sprinkled flowers on it.

So did Ijah who continued to cry after briefly praying for his late son.

In the end, from the ground back again on the ground. A record of human destiny that no one can avoid.

Ilyaz returned home after calming Ijah down.

Near the musala, someone was standing with four people who were cooling him down. There is a sense of joy and doubt. Ilyaz paused for a moment to be sure, the lips were widened. Full confidence is in the doctor. Then, he ventured to approach people who were near the musala. Greetings chanted, followed by the answer from the greeting earlier, the five people turned their heads.

“Masya Allah, Alhamdulillah, Mr Kyai?” Ilyaz argued so enthusiastically, grabbed the hands of people older than the five and kissed him.

“Alhamdulillah, we can also arrive in this village, Nanda Ilyaz,” he said.

“Kyai Tapa with other teachers, thank you for coming here. I feel very helped.”

“We feel called, Nanda Ilyaz. After we read the letter sent last week, we decided to preach in this village,” said Kyai Tapa. His face was very soothing.

“Yes, that's how it is, Mr. Kyai.”

“Hmm, that's a pity. Very strong negative energy in this musala,” said the old man full of charisma.

“So yes, Mr Kyai?” he said memelan, “ should not chat here, we go to the village hut only. Come, Mr. Kyai and the teachers.” The five followed Ilyaz.