Pocong Assayment Tumbal
twenty-four
They returned silent, not forgetting the chants of the echoes when waiting for magrib time. Residents who are there, join in a plane to praise the Lord Prophet of the universe.
Evening changed magrib, the sounding chants of salawat began to stop when Kyai Tapa invited one of his students to proclaim the azan.
“Better we prepare. Magrib time will arrive, surely many residents will pray together and stay at the musala,”, said Kyai Tapa ended their casual chat.
The face of the sky blackened again after the afternoon vines disappeared above the village sky. The howls of wild dogs began to faintly sound around the village, residents began to come to the musala to perform congregational prayers.
One by one the congregation arrived.
Ilyaz noticed that there was something else on their bodies, those eyes were unceasingly observing the entire bodies of the citizens who came.
“Sorry Sir, since when are these red patches?” Ilyaz carefully examined the red spots like boils.
“Do not know, Doctor Sir. Since three days ago there have been many, initially only in the hands, long time spread throughout the body. Itching once,” he said showing the affected body parts spotting.
“Three days ago, I have a history of allergies to something?”
“Ah, I don't know,” he said constantly scratching.
Ilyaz seemed to understand something.
“Pak Doctor, me and my family are also affected. What may be this disease, curse disease as it happened two years ago before ust. Aslam died?” said one citizen.
“Curse disease?”
“Yes, Mr. Doctor. Two years ago, we also had the same disease, red spots appeared and then, after three days, our skin festering, disgusting like a rotten corpse,” he said.
Ilyaz frowned.
“Cannot be a curse disease, may be a seasonal disease. When viewed from the signs, the possibility of wet eczema. I will research what the cause is, as first aid, I will share anti-allergy and anti-biotic drugs.”
“Hopefully, Mr. Doctor. You see, this disease first appeared when ust. Aslam built this musala and many people prayed. I am afraid because now often pray here, Ki Ageng Mayitan as the ruler of this village, spread his curse on us.”
“Astagfirullah, there is nothing you should worship except, Allah. Every disease will have a cure,”, Ilyaz said in response.
The citizens nodded, no objection came out, agreeing with Ilyaz's words.
From within the musala I heard azan from one of the worshipers. But strangely, the wind around the wind blows very fast. The worshippers were shocked by some objects carried by the wind hitting the walls of the musala. The congregation in the panic was not a pussy, not only heard the sound of strong winds, but also there were voices that first sounded faint, after a while it sounded clear, horrible, terrible, don't know where it came from.
“You have disturbed my territory,” said the voice was tempestuous.
The congregation shouted hysterically and gathered at one point, hiding behind the backs of Kyai Tapa and his students.
They stepped out to make sure.
The cries of the people are getting hysterical.
Cadaver cranes floated outside, occasionally, circling around followed by strong winds. The people were in a state of panic with flying coffins, not with Ilyaz and his guests constantly chanting prayers and curses, incessantly reciting prayers. The morgue train then spun around and grew firmer, then was thrown to the ground. The hysterical screams are getting louder.
“You dare challenge me?” a thunderous voice without a master, sounded again and louder than before. I don't know where it came from.
A large high black shadow did not reveal its form, only a black light with fiery red eyes.
“Astagfirullahadzim, Allahu akbar! What is Mr Kyai?” Ilyaz's jolt was startled not a bitch.
“Nanda Ilyaz have nothing to fear. It was the form of bodyguard Ki Ageng Mayitan and the black light, that was Ki Ageng Mayitan. They just want to scare so that no residents perform prayers in musala.”
The four monstrous pocongs, jumped up and down and were about to attack Ilyaz. The strong wind really felt cold and exhaled a negative aura, the doctor was somewhat trembling to get an attack.
“Nanda Ilyaz, keep praying as you can, read the qursy verse and alfalaq letter, annas as care,” said Kyai Tapa.
A gust of wind blew the dry leaves outside the musala, the heat pierced and made the body shiver plus a sense of horror that increasingly makes anxiety. Ilyaz recited prayers as much as possible to fight the invading negativity.
Kyai Tapa hands up. I don't know what to do, from the palm appeared a white beam radiating quite brightly and directly crashing at the figure that appeared suddenly.
“Huaa,” one by one the figure whimpered then disappeared from before the congregation.
“Hihihi, you guys are indeed challenging the magic with me? Alright, I will not spare anyone who is here,” he threatened.
The turn of the figure that gave off a sort of black aura glittered into a black sphere, darting about to attack Kyai Tapa. However, with ease the beam even turned around, back to its owner and boommm...! A small eruption burned the branches of the tree that were in front of the musala.
“Aa..!” the black shadow scream, vanished.
“Alhamdulillah, he's gone,” said Kyai Tapa, “please, you bring the unconscious. We must immediately crush them in order for the negative energy to disappear.”
Ilyaz and some of the citizens obeyed Kyai Tapa's orders. People who are unconscious are brought in to get treatment in harmony.
“All done?” ask someone in the dim room to sneeze the candlelight.
“Already, as planned. With this, doctor Ilyaz will not be able to dwell, easily the citizens will be affected, as we did to Aslam,” replied the other.
“If you remember the incident, so want to laugh. Aslam, a fool's ustad that's very predictable. It's a very profitable collision.”
“We managed to influence the citizens of the way that now is ‘kan?”
“Absolutely. Residents are subject to a disgusting curse disease as a form of provocation and instill confidence if the teachings brought by Aslam are heretical and the musala is the culprit.”
“The same way we did to Ilyaz and those guys. I've dug up a lot of graves to collect the corpse water, then spread it to the well of the citizens.”
“Tak until anyone knows ‘kan?”
“No, I play neat.”
“Hmm, lately, the village is enlivened with rumors of the demolition of the tomb. The citizens so really suspect us as perpetrators of the pengugihan and allied with Ki Ageng Mayitan. The rumors have reached the village.”
“All we can cover later by throwing it at that doctor. We spread the issue when it's all because of a broken curse, kualat.”
“Hahaha, our strategy is perfect. Ki Ageng Mayitan will be more happy and I will get richer and more jaya.” They laughed satisfied.
Someone observes and steals their conversation without realizing it, then retreats to leave the room. However, accidentally his body nudged the display plate made of silver, he hurriedly ran away from there.
