Pocong Assayment Tumbal
twenty three

People of mangosteen and frenzy.

However, Ijah is shocked by the decision, the hanging penalty for Ilyaz and his guests, just like the one that befell ust. Aslamic.

“Astagfirullahadzim, Mr. Doctor,” sigh mak Ijah anxious.

“How, Mr Doctor?” tanya Ismat laughed cunningly.

Ilyaz did not say much about the punishment, between courage and fear. The verdict is not playful, death is wanted as a ransom for the myths that are prevailing in this village.

“Please, but we also ask to be given the opportunity to fix this musala and uncover who has allied with the demon king,” kyai Tapa appeared with a very authoritative charisma.

People seem interested in their charisma. They don't speak.

“Who are you?” ask Ismat.

“I'm a nobody. I am a servant of Allah who will uphold monotheism in this village,” he said firmly and authoritatively.

“About once. All right, your lives are at stake,” said Ismat then left furious and very unpleasant. The body heats up, burning with explosive emotions, but can not be removed considering his arrival as a village elder will be defiled.

“Alright, we will see your proof. We gave you two weeks to prove it. If not, then in accordance with the customary law of our village, we will hang you in the musala as an offering because the quality violates the curse in the village.” Hamid followed Ismat as well as some residents, while others were still in the musala, confused by what steps to take. Believe in their leader or Ilyaz.

“How, Mr Kyai? It's no joke, I'd like it if only this life was a guarantee, but if the teachers were all? Mr. Kyai's life is more valuable for the progress of the people,” said Ilyaz look anxious and frightened by the agreement.

Kyai Tapa threw a smile, “Nanda Ilyaz don't be afraid. If God wills, death can come at any time in any way. If it is, we must die by slander as happened to ust. Aslam, it has become the decree of Allah. We believe, Allah knows better what is best for His servant and we are sure, Allah will show who is right according to His will.”

Ilyaz's breathing was deep, his worries and fears were slightly treated after hearing the reply from Kyai Tapa.

“Yes, Mr. Kyai. I leave all this business to Allah,” he said.

Kyai Tapa smiled with satisfaction. They re-entered followed by some residents who were interested in the tausyiah given.

The shining sun did not shine so much, slowly becoming scorching. Musala which usually throw a cold and cold air, this morning towards noon somewhat warms up and slightly erases the horror that exists. Some residents assisted Ilyaz guests, cleaning and tidying the place of worship.

The face of the musala became really neat though, there were still some parts that had to be repaired due to being left blank for too long.

**

The big tall black shadow was in front of the two people who were cross-legged.

“You guys, know? My palace suffered many disasters, all because of that musala, the citizens returned to worship. You must prevent them from returning to not worship there,” he said very angry.

“Good, Ki. We are working on it, two days since the musala was cleared, the people are more than happy to spend time there. They feel safe when in the musala with the strangers.”

“I don't want to know. Remember, you still owe me a tumbar! That doctor, I want it as you promised.”

“Iya, Ki. We're looking for a way for doctor Ilyaz to be lured into a collision. Ki Ageng just wait, we will subvert it according to the wishes of Aki,” said one of them.

“Hihihi, I will wait for your promise. If you deny, you guys are in exchange,” he said.

It disappeared along with a gust of strong wind that hit the room faintly sneezing candlelight.

**

Every night, residents prefer to stay at the musala rather than at home or go to the gambling place Iluk due to fear with the spirits of victims of the curse that is still haunting asking for help. Several times, the spirits of Anto and Atang came, but Kyai Tapa dared to discuss with the spirits.

Great progress, Ilyaz should be proud. His ambition when he first arrived in this village, achieved, the musala returned to function as it should.

“Alhamdulillah, almost this week, the musala back crowded with worshipers and studies. Although, the reason they are still very weak, is afraid of pocongs,” Ilyaz said.

“That's their faith process that hasn't been so strong, Nanda Ilyaz. We must continue to guide them to be aware of a power far more worthy of fear, Allah,” Kyai Tapa said.

“Yes, Mr. Kyai. Allah is the King of kings who are worthy of worship. Hmm, I still think of something.” Ilyaz slightly showed a look of wonder mixed with doubt.

“What's up, Nanda Ilyaz? Looks like, something's stuck.”

“Begini Mr. Kyai, yesterday I made a pilgrimage to the grave ust. Aslam, strangely, there were several tombs excavated there. Not only me, many residents also reported it.”

“That news is yes, Mr Doctor?” tanya Ijah who had been listening to the chat. “Mak yesterday got word from Mr. Kirman, he said there were people digging graves at night and his marks were found early in the morning. On average, excavated graves, aged over six months.”

“Citizens have reported this to Pak Lurah, Mak?” ask Ilyaz.

“Already Mr. Doctor, but Mr. Lurah instead said, this business we leave to the authorities, but for three days there was no action, six tombs damaged by someone digging. Mak is increasingly convinced, in this village there are indeed those who do the pesugihan. Poor Atang, even so the growth,” said Ijah sadly.

“It was also what finally made the residents fret, Mak. Residents become more comfortable staying at the musala because they are afraid of the terror of the pocong which they think is from the victims of pesugihan not because of the curse of this musala.”

“Ya Alhamdulillah, behind this abomination, citizens so do not blame the death of ust. Aslam as the source of the curse, Mr. Doctor and the citizens so diligent worship as well,” said Ijah.

“This is all God's plan in resuscitating the citizens to return to Him. We must continue to investigate the perpetrator of the demolition of the tomb, Nanda Ilyaz, this must not be allowed. Our teachings never justify the act of blasphemy on corpses, dismantling graves is tantamount to disrespecting the dead, a great sin,” Kyai Tapa said.

“Yes, Mr. Kyai. I also thought there. Which amazes me, yes. What is the real purpose of digging graves over six months old?” Ilyaz.

Everyone was silent, unable to guess anything. The case that happened lately in the village of Suka Asih, became a terror that added to fear.

Kyai Tapa advanced his body in Ilyaz. “Nanda Ilyaz, about Atang.”

Ijah looked at Ilyaz as well, “what happened, Mr Kyai?”

“It looks like we have to re-dismantle his grave.”

Obviously, Ijah and Ilyaz were shocked not to get upset. Just now, Kyai Tapa gave advice about the ban on desecrating corpses, but why even want to dismantle the tomb of Atang? However, he could not tell the confusion, his flat face just frowned slightly on his forehead. Kyai Tapa understood that expression.

“For what grave my son disassembled, Mr Kyai?” Ijah spoke up.

“I just want to make sure, whether it is the body of Atang or not. When I was visited by his spirit, he told me a lot about his condition, he said he had not died. It was just a game from Ki Ageng Mayitan to deceive the fall. They will be left for 40 nights roaming the human realm to spread terror.”

“Then, Atang?” sentak Ilyaz's.

“We have to save him. For that, we have to make sure the body first because it is important for the tribe to return later.”

“Like that yes, Mr Kyai?” Ijah. His heart was a little happy because there was hope, Atang will survive the cry of Ki Ageng Mayitan.