Pocong Assayment Tumbal
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Qualate? What is it with this village? A few questions stirred up Ilyaz's mind. In the current era of electricity and computerization, he is aware of the social inequality that exists in this village. Far from a viable civilization with a thick clenical belief. Residents are very confident in the quality and he himself has experienced some mystical things all day yesterday and just now.

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Mak Ijah arranged the dishes on the table. Warm rice with side dishes ala pauk is ready to be served. Atang and Ilyaz arrived on time. The menu this morning is ready. A village breakfast that stirs appetite.

“Pak Doctor, please eat first. Ala rate, be advised, kampung,” said Ijah.

“It's okay, Mom. I am happy with the village food. I am also from the village, Mom. The food is grateful. Whatever is on this table is our sustenance from Allah.”

“Yes, Mr. Doctor. Is it true Mr Doctor likes?” Ijah convinced himself. Ilyaz's smile became the woman's doubtful answer. “Thank God, please Mr. Doctor.”

“Thank you, Mak,” said. Ijah and Atang were about to leave, but the doctor restrained them, “Mak both ate here. We both have breakfast.”

“Not necessary, Doctor Sir. Let me and Atang eat at the plantation only,” said Ijah.

“It's okay, Mom. I am happy to be accompanied by food. All in all, I want to know about this village.” Ilyaz sat down and then turned the plate around.

Mak Ijah and Atang. They accompanied Ilyaz to eat.

“Pak Doctor is still curious about the dreaded curse in this village, huh?” terka Atang started the morning chat.

“One of them is.”

“What curse, Tang?”

“Itu Mak. The curse of the musala was about two years ago. Ust curse. Aslam, Mak.” Atang snatched Mak Ijah's question without warning.

“Ah, you are there. Aust's late. Aslam is a pious man. Musala and all the events in our village are not the curse of the deceased. Do not slander the dead. Sin, Tang!”

“But, Mak. Since ust's death. Aslam that terrible, our village experienced many strange events. Musala, many residents who often see pocongs and keranda moving on their own. Then after that, there are only people who died with terrible circumstances. For example Mr. Si Anto who just buried.”

“That's destiny, Tang. Not because of a curse,” Ijah tried to clear up the assumptions of the villagers.

“Mak still can't believe it too? In fact, Mr. Lurah often reminds of the curse, Mak. Mr. Lurah instead ordered us not to approach the musala. Pak Lurah's wife herself-” Atang's words were cut.

“Hush! You are, even open a disgrace people!”

“What's with the musala, Mom? I from yesterday actually wanted to ask about the musala. Last night I heard people talking next to the musala. Then at midnight there were four people carrying a coffin in the musala. Keranda itself moves initially.”

Atang's hair bristled and his eyes glanced in all directions.

“That's right, Mr Doctor?” asked Atang shuddered.

The doctor nodded.

“What Mr Doctor did not see wrong?” Ijah was interested in the chat that had not made him taste.

“Allowed, Mak? The doctor saw for himself. Many residents saw also.”

“No, Mother. At first I thought it was the villagers. They were chatting, but their voices were a bit strange. Then I made sure the voice was gone. Until one in the morning, there was a noise coming from the side of the room. I make sure again and-“ Ilyaz quietly calms a heartbeat that can not hold the nervousness due to the horror of the figures he saw last night.

“Then Doctor? What are they... pocong?” tanya was hesitant and afraid. The doctor nodded again. “Team, Mak! Atang said what? The villagers are not wrong. The curse of the muse is true. Mother anyway, never want to believe with the curse.” Atang was completely satisfied with all the truths Ilyaz had said.

“Ah, Mother still does not want to believe the curse of the musala. Where maybe people as if it slanders and unsettles residents,” denied Ijah.

“Emak know yourself ‘kan how death ust. Aslam?” Atang continued to convince Mother of the curse that befell her village.

“How to?” asked Ilyaz who was curious about the curse and the quality of the villagers.

“The story was about two years ago. This village was far from religion. We do not understand what prayer or religious instruction is. Our village is happy with the gambling game. Till ust. Aslam came to this village. He is a santri who accidentally visited this village because of the duty of the central government,” Ijah story.

“Yes, Mr. Doctor. Electricity in this village is also the result of ust intelligence. Aslamic. He built a simple power plant in this village,” said Atang enthusiastically.

“Also this musala and lodging,” said Ijah went grim. There was sadness on his face.

“Oh this lodge, home ust. Aslam?” Ilyaz was increasingly interested in the beginning of the quality in the village of Suka Asih.

“Yes, Mr. Doctor. This house used to be a house. Aslam and the musala were places where villagers studied religion. I also learned to teach, but unfortunately, He died horribly.” Atang felt the same sadness as Ijah.

“Since there are ust. Aslam, gambling games in this village can be reduced. Residents are more active in teaching and congregating than having to play gambling Iluk. And finally, at the time of last year's election. Citizens nominate ust. Aslam became the strongest candidate,” said Ijah.

“Citizens nominate ust. Aslam and win?” Ilyaz asked provokedly to dig deeper into the information.

“Ya, but it only lasted seven months,” said Ijah still showing his gloom.

“What happened, Mak?”

“Ustaz Aslam. At that time, ust. Aslam will be married to the daughter of Pak Aryo, a landlord in this village. However, there was one incident outside of the plan. Ustaz Aslam accused of adultery with his future wife,” Ijah increasingly sad to tell about ust. Aslamic.

“Astagfirullah! Adultery, Mak?” Ilyaz did not believe the allegations.

“Yes, Mr. Doctor. Ustaz Aslam came to the musala. The reason he came was because someone wanted to meet him. Then he heard a cry from behind the musala. And there, Arum was found unconscious without using anything,” said Atang.

“Hm, then the connection with the musala?”

“Well, it's Doctor Sir!”

Atang was really enthusiastic to the point that Ilyaz held onto his chest, calming his heart that was about to jump.

Mak Ijah shook his head, then smacked Atang's head slowly. “Hish!” sigh Ijah.

“Hehehe, sorry Mr. Doctor,” said Atang accompanied by a shy smile.

“In that musala Mr. Doctor, some residents led by Hamid caught ust. Aslam was carrying Arum naked. Residents are very angry then-” Mak Ijah is getting sad. His face was reddening withstanding the sadness.

“Citizens judge ust. Aslam, Mr. Doctor. Very tragic,” continued Atang also sad.

Doctor Ilyaz showed a mixed expression. Curious, sympathetic and in disbelief. There are things that need to be fixed from that problem.

“Citizens don't give ust a chance. Aslam to explain his sitting. With advice from Hamid, ust. Aslam was sentenced to hang for three days without being fed and drank.”