Pocong Assayment Tumbal
twenty-five
Two people in the room, clearly shocked. Their conversation is listening. Checked on, there was no one, just an ornate plate lying on the floor. His eyes confirmed and looked for the person who stole the hearing, then opened a very closed room. Someone was laughing and then scared.
“Poc.
“Ah, not possible. This room is locked, it is impossible to get out,” he murmured. “Silent, crazy woman!” he locked the room back and then into the room with a dim light.
“What happened?” ask the one waiting in the room.
“Silver plate fall. Maybe because of rats or blown by the wind, understandably, every arrival of Ki Ageng or his men, there must always be strong winds,” he said.
Before long, a strong wind could be heard knocking on the window of the room. A light forming a huge tall shadow fell in front of them.
“Arghhh,” screeches.
“What happened, Ki?”
“They are not random people. They have almost balanced magic with me,” he said furiously.
“That's right, Ki?”
“I went to them to warn me not to disturb my territory. They are not afraid at all.”
“This is a danger, Ki.”
“Fast you guys are expelled, I don't want my kingdom to be destroyed and have to submit to them.”
“Good Ki, soon we will do. We also do not want our visitation, leave us.”
“Hahaha, very good. I am pleased with your devotion. You are my loyal servants.”
His laughter was truly terrible. However, that did not make the two demon-serving humans afraid. They laugh with their master.
****
Musala is enlivened by recitation of remembrance and chanting of Quranic verses. Residents who are unconscious, have regained consciousness after getting rukhiiah to neutralize the influence of negative energy that attacks. People began to calm down and participate in zikir with others solemnly.
Ilyaz and Kyai Tapa sat together in one corner of the musala discussing something.
“Nanda Ilyaz, the disease that attacks these citizens has something to do with the disease of supernatural beings. Alhamdulillah has been resolved, only the external disease should be treated,” said Kyai Tapa.
“InsyaAllah, Mr. Kyai. I will ask the center for help to immediately send medical assistance. The village also needs medical care. What about that deal? Can we prove if the curse that became their belief is caused by people allied with Ki Ageng Mayitan?”
“Just make sure Nanda Ilyaz with greatness and guidance from God. We can only try and pray to be shown the truth.”
“But..., the deadline is only two weeks, Mr. Kyai and five more days, that time will be over,” Ilyaz is a little anxious with the verdict from Hamid.
Kyai Tapa never let go of his smile, “Nanda Ilyaz sure with the power of God ‘kan? Nanda Ilyaz focus only on research that is the main task, the disease that is endemic, it must be addressed immediately before it becomes a disaster in this village.”
“Ya Mr. Kyai, I am researching, tomorrow the collection of some water samples from wells as well as the observation of the habits of residents in terms of their cleanliness.”
“Nanda Ilyaz focus only, let the curse problem in this village will one day be revealed by itself,” kyai Tapa steady without any doubt that surrounds.
Ilyaz gets the energy of belief, all matters beyond reason are put aside, the research must be reported to the service immediately. The mystical thing that happened in this village, quite an experience.
These two days, Ilyaz is preoccupied with sampling and complaints of skin diseases that attack. The condition of the residents is getting worse, patches that grow, turn into liquid pus, rotten skin secretes green liquid and when ruptured the smell stings.
Residents are worried about this condition because the disease is contagious to almost all family members, babies until parents do not escape the ulcer that attacks. They are again convinced, this disease is a curse from Ki Ageng Mayitan. Things got panicked with the plague of rotten corpse disease.
“You feel yourself ‘kan, this consequently breaks the curse, kualat!” Ismat lantang.
“Then how to handle it, Mr. Lurah. This situation is getting worse,” said the resident.
“As per custom. We have to subvert the man who caused the curse, the doctor and his guests are the cause of all this. See those who follow their heresy, get the disease ‘kan? Whereas, who does not want to believe, see, is attacked?” hamid.
Residents look at each other and whisper, observing some residents who are fine, not exposed to skin diseases that hit some others.
“Justify me? You guys are ngeyel. There is no other way, we have to court the pretentious doctor with his guests who only make a disaster in our village like Aslam. They spread magic to restore Aslam's curse. Are you guys aware? Their teachings are the same as Si Aslam, heresy,” Ismat increasingly burning the suspicions of the citizens.
“What's true, Mr Ismat? They teach religious teachings, sir,” protest one citizen.
“You are being fooled, try to remember! Before they came, the village was safe, a curious spirit alone became our fear. That is natural because they died from the curse of the musala. Now, other than that curse, we must suffer with this rotten corpse disease. Aren't you guys suspicious of all that?”
People were silent for a moment.
“You still have doubts? You want to be the next victim after suffering from this curse disease, as experienced by Mr Aryo first?” said Hamid loud and passionate.
Residents again think and then compact sound, simultaneously. “No Mr. Lurah.”
Hamid smiles satisfied, “good. Now we have Doctor Ilyaz in charge of what he has done. Agree?” shouts lurah Hamid heat up his citizens.
They agreed, agreeing with Hamid's advice without thinking.
**
The Ki Ageng Mayitan palace.
Cries, shouts, screams of fear and pain rang out everywhere, people screaming in pain as the figures of the pocong-shaped soldiers whipped at those forced to work nonstop. There are lifting stones, pulling carts containing heavy materials, becoming horses to attract the existing troops, even more impressive, as a footing, lined up like a tree trunk that is used as a bridge.
Atang was terrified by the sight. He continued to cry unable to bear the torture he saw.
“Emak...,” whining, “Atang scared.”
That cry no one cared about. Everyone was busy with the torture that was received.
Atang was brought to face Ki Ageng Mayitan who sat on a throne made of black stone. Along the way, he saw people he knew, whimpering, asking for help and screaming.
“Easy Pack, Anto?” atang Gumam.
They waved their hands to ask for help. However, Atang could do nothing about it.
“This is Ki, the second collision,” said someone kneeling when facing a large black tall figure.
Atang's eyes were more horrified to see the figure than the guards there. He wears all-white clothes with a jet-black face that is only a bright red-eyed skull.
“You are my brother, your devotion I will cherish. I have prepared a big gift,” said Ki Ageng Mayitan.
“Thank you, Ki,” he said retreat. But before, he faced Atang, “Tang, you are here to serve Ki Ageng Mayitan. You will be made a slave, forever. Soon your time runs out to wander in the human realm,” he grins happily.
“Bapak tega! What's wrong Atang?”
The man did not pester, instead laughed happily and then left the crowd.
“Bring to custody. Brackets until his tribe can not return,” orders Ki Ageng Mayitan, his voice is very thunderous.
Atang thrashed against. However, futile. He was dragged away, taken into custody to be locked up for forty days so that his tribe could not return. The skinny young man was crying all over, but no one helped him.
