Pocong Assayment Tumbal
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Hamid could not dwell on the explanation from Ilyaz. His eyes slightly raised, hesitating and also still thinking there was a point with Ilyaz's words. However, he did not want to act out of calculation, changing beliefs and customs in the village is not an easy matter. It takes a lot of things to be noticed.
“How, yes? I haven't been able to decide anything, Doctor. We need opinions and approval from the village community.”
“Father has the power to move. We can gather citizens to make a decision,” Ilyaz's proposal assured.
“Ah, okay. We'll talk about this to all the people. Tomorrow we gather the citizens to discuss. Anything else I can help you with, Doctor Sir?”
“I beg permission to retrieve data. Residents will check one by one to find out their health condition. According to the central service report, the villagers were exposed to a pandemic skin disease that caused death, Mr Lurah?”
“Hm, based on the observations of official people, he said it was so. I don't really understand Doctor either. Before I was a lurah. The village is suffering from a deadly and deadly disease. They die on average with bulging eyes and protruding tongues and on their necks there are black marks. The disease is very feared citizens.”
The same story as Mak Ijah and Atang told at breakfast. The information is really the same. The doctor understood the news he had heard.
“The conditions are the same as the death that befell the late Anto?”
“True, Mr. Doctor. I believe it and not, when the disease is a curse. For this reason, I was a bit hesitant about Mr. Doctor's plan to re-purpose the musala. I want to protect citizens from that curse,” Hamid said.
“I understand, Mr. Lurah. I am sure that the musala was not the cause. I will be responsible if something happens here.”
“Then, the decision will still be left to the citizens. Let the citizens decide.”
The smile on Hamid's lips became a marker of hospitality served to his morning guests. Ilyaz lifted the body from the occupied seat. Steadily and extending his hand, he shook Hamid's hand.
“Good, Mr. Lurah. I'm sorry,”.
Hamid replied with a friendly smile and let Ilyaz retreat.
**
It was also a walk from Hamid's house to the lodge. Ilyaz paid little heed to the ambushing fatigue, he continued walking towards the hut to pick up some items. His research work must begin.
Musala. Eve its existence still leaves awesomeness even though the sunlight towards noon is already scorching. The silent and cold quiet Eve felt blowing from within. The doctor was glued for a moment in front of the musala.
“Sweetest. This musala is a place to exalt You, O Allah,”.
A few minutes, Ilyaz imagined that the musala would again be visited by villagers for congregational prayers. Clean, neat and residents are not afraid to congregate. His hopes are not too grandiose. Just want to make the musala as a resident swordsman with the belief in God is not a mystical thing that smells clenic. The reverie split apart, its eyes catching a shadowy figure running towards MCK's direction. The shadow quickly flashed as he watched.
“Who is it?”
By fighting the raging fear, Ilyaz ventured to ascertain the shadow of what was seen. Heart gurgling with the disappearance of a figure as fierce as seen. The guts are somewhat shrinking with the attacking thoughts and fear. However, the target market overcomes all the ambushing flavors. There was no way the shadow was a ghost like the one I saw last night, he thought.
With a watchful attitude, Ilyaz circled the musala towards the back. There, there is MCK whose condition is no less creepy. It is full of spiders and dust too. The damp and dark conditions add a frightening impression in the minds of anyone who goes to this MCK. Then, beside him lay the coffins of the corpse of iron that was also not taken care of. The sound of falling wood was heard. Never be influenced to retreat, Ilyaz tried to check the surrounding situation even deeper. Not without fear, but the responsibility to resign.
“Pocong... pocong,” says someone from inside.
Ilyaz's vision caught someone in shabby unkempt clothing walking backwards while he caught it. A woman with long unkempt hair. Random and shabby. There's a circular mark on his leg. It seemed, he was chained to those two legs. Looks like the way it goes like a child who is just learning, dragged. His leg muscles are stiff due to long periods of motionlessness.
“Pocong pocong, hiksss The woman screamed hysterically and cried. Then he fell down while sobbing.
Ilyaz's heart was. With great care and calm, the doctor approached the woman.“Calm down. What do you see?”
The woman's eyes glanced to and fro.
“Sstttt, careful! In the house there is a pocong. Father.” said he was crying hysterically.
Ilyaz did the same. His eyes were turning in all directions. There's nothing. Only the condition of musala alone that experienced a lot of weathering and cobwebs. Pocong, Where? He calmed the woman back.
“Mbak, what do you see?” ask again.
“Hamid, he.. he pocongs, be careful,” this time the woman is not hysterical, but instead whispers.
Depressed woman. Ilyaz remained patient not to give up on calming the woman down.
“What does it mean?” he muttered, then looked back at the woman, “Mbak, we better get out of here. Hungry mom? I'll bring you food.”
The woman was even engrossed in her world, Ilyaz's words were not heard at all. He kept pointing in whatever direction his eyes looked.
Ilyaz left the woman to take the food that was in the hut. The food was still left this morning.
“Loh, Mak Ijah is home?” Ilyaz asked when he saw Ijah was inside the house, busy cleaning the house.
“Emak permission to have a holiday first, Mr. Doctor. Mr. Lurah Hamid said, Mak had a holiday to fix this hut. The doctor has not been able to clean up. Yes, ‘kan?”
“Iya Mak, I haven't fixed.” He took the plate, filled it with rice and the remaining side dishes.
Ijah who noticed, astonished by the parallel eating Ilyaz. His body even though not fat is also not skinny malnourished. Quite unbiased and proportionate for such a height. However, his appetite is huge. Lunch was not yet the time and he had not prepared anything for lunch either.
“Pak Doctor hungry again?” tanya Ijah was a little awkward.
“This is not for me, Mak. For the woman in the musala. Looks like he has a severe mental disorder,” said Ilyaz.
Ijah's forehead shriveled. His wrinkles were not only due to his aging age, but also due to the astonishment that engulfed his brain.
“At musala there are women? Doctor sir not wrong?” ask her to Ilyaz.
“No Mak. If you don't believe me, come with me! All right, my mommy's with me. I fear there will be slander later,” said Ilyaz.
“Yes, Mr. Doctor. Mom will accompany.” Ijah's work to fix the village lodge was stopped. Mak Ijah and Ilyaz entered the musala which felt damp and dusty. Ijah's eyes looked around. The eyes are not out of control. “Where, Mr Doctor?” tanyanya is impatient.
“Tadi is around here, Mak,” Ilyaz was amazed by the existence of the woman who was hysterical in the musala. He searched around.
