Pocong Assayment Tumbal
Tiga
Time is running. The night quickly made the silence even more thickened. Mix with the sound of crickets and the singing of rice field frogs. The clock indicates the number 01. 58. Time used to Ilyaz waking up from the depths to perform the night prayer. The village air of Suka Asih is very cold. Very different from city air that must use air conditioner to get cool air. It all did not dampen his intention to wake up and prostrate in the morning blind. He took the water from the bathroom near MCK mushola. Water and the voices of people talking. The same voice as he had heard during the magrib and now, that voice again disappeared again. This time, however, his voice sounded four people.
Burgg, brug!
The sound of a loud object swaying. Following the sound of heavy objects falling four times. The voices were also accompanied by the cuckoo of an owl heard from a distance. Samar, Ilyaz carefully listened.
“We picked up the one named Anto. He's the next victim. We must hurry before the chicken crowed and dawn arrived,” the sound that sounded rather heavy.
“Iya, yes but all are ready ‘kan?” another voice asked.
“Already. Shroud, measuring instrument also rope. Ki Ageng Mayitan must have been impatient to get a new collision.”
“Ayo, fast! Before the cock crowing.”
The sound of a four-man conversation, disappeared instantly with the sound of strong wind blowing. Bulu kuduk. Ilyaz. It feels a little foreign.
The fourth voice was completely different from the human voice. Rather heavy and stingy. They sound like a sore throat and more like a suffocated person. The doctor remained calm. It is not affected by the strangeness felt. In fact, fear was approaching. He himself did not deny the fear that came when a strong gust of wind eliminated the sounds heard.
Trying to be brave, Ilyaz did not allow his psychology to be influenced by things beyond reason. With surrender and sincerity, he prostrated himself and then recited the verses of the Koran again. The habit cannot be separated from reading the Quran in free time. Like this blind morning.
Again the air turned to heat and another energy was trying to stop the doctor's chanting. The same voice when magrib again disturbed him. The steps of people walking jumped accompanied by the sound of objects swaying. His haw is getting more piercing. This time, Ilyaz was interrupted with a voice tapping on the window of the room. He stopped the chanting of the verses being read. Then, slowly opened the curtains covering the interlocking wooden window. His eyes peeked. “Astagfirullahaladzim, allahu akbar!” his jolt was shocked, but it was soft.
Fear whack for a moment. Ilyaz's sweat drenched the forehead. The coffin, lying beside the mushola near the room, floated. The empty corpse coffins moved, swaying about. Then, there were four people carrying a coffin, it seemed like it had only come from one place. Inside the coffin is inside. He could not confirm who was in the coffin, but inside was a white figure lying with the distinctive bonds of the dead. Then, the coffin was carried by four people who began to be seen.
All four of them wear the same clothes. The typical clothes of a dead man with five ties wrapped in shabby cloth, filled with soil. The four carry the coffin of the corpse by jumping. Quickly, from earlier heard the sound of people's legs jumping accompanied by heavy objects that fell.
Ilyaz. Half in disbelief, but he witnessed the reality himself. His throat became dry and sweat dripped from his forehead. The four protagonists disappeared along with the coffins he was carrying.
**
Still reluctant to stumble, Ilyaz's eyes narrowed. His mouth evaporated wide withstanding the drowsiness of the former last night. It was the first day in the village.
“Doctor sir!” The noise outside forced him to open his eyes. “Pak doctor, Sir! Sorry, Sir! Some died again from strange diseases.”
A bit lazy, but Ilyaz had to go outside and open the door. Atang, in the morning already shouted uncharacteristically. The doctor's mouth evaporated lightly. “What's up, Tang?”
“Pak, last night. Anto, Sir. Died... got the curse disease again!” In a hurry, Atang took a breath.
“Iya, Sir. Anto. In fact, yesterday he just asked to be escorted to the city to buy household furniture,” clearly Atang gasps with his style of speech.
“Anto has an acute illness, Tang?”
“Last met me, still healthy. Even Anto won the bet I had three days ago,” he said rada bumbling. Atang realized something was wrong with what was coming out of his mouth. He fell silent and glanced here and there.
“What's up, Tang?” ilyaz asked along strangely with Atang's attitude who was wailing to make sure if his words were not heard by anyone.
“Eh, nothing. Come on sir, let's go to Anto's! Mr ‘kan want to research the curse disease in this village?”
True too, Ilyaz was in this village to research an unknown pandemic of its kind. According to previous reports, a strange disease that attacks the residents of Suka Asih has signs of a deadly infectious disease. This is a very dangerous phenomenon that can also be useful for the advancement of medical science in the future. This disease must get serious treatment to get a preventive medicine.
“Wait a minute, Tang. I want to prepare the equipment first,” Ilyaz enter the room, take some necessary medical tools along with stationery. The inclusion of all the necessary equipment into a black tote bag made from a mixture of leather. “Come, Tang!”
For a moment, the doctor looked at the weathered musala that exuded a mystical aura. Atang watched and looked at the musala. Not knowing what was going on, Atang shuddered as he looked at it for a moment.
“Pak? We're leaving now?” said Atang while shivering in horror.
“Ya, Tang,” said Ilyaz.
Forced Atang and Ilyaz had to pass through the musala and turn the road. Anto's house is west of the village musala. The doctor's eyes can not be separated from the place where the coffin of the corpse lying.
What exactly happened last night? This coffin is still intact in its place. Last night, the coffin and its four handlers with shabby cloths and body ties were exactly a body pack, carrying this coffin and vanishing in the blink of an eye.
He witnessed the four undead who were still wearing a shabby shroud carrying a musala coffin. Beyond logic, but now research is a top priority.
“Quick, Sir! I am afraid that I have to stay in musala for a long time,” said Atang, unceasingly shudder.
“Oh, yes. Come Tang!”
At a glance in Ilyaz's vision, the same person last night was standing near a coffin. A little into the musala filled with spider webs and dust, he waved, as if to ask Ilyaz to help him. A pitiful face, deathly pale with tongue sticking out and neck blackened. Four ties wrapped around the body wrapped in a shroud. The human side of Ilyaz recognizes the fear that exists within, the horror mixed with curiosity with the figure witnessed inside.
Invite Atang not to linger near the musala, disperse the curiosity of Ilyaz. A figure that was fleetingly visible, disappeared just like that.
