Monkey School
Sufferings

Not all ready-to-eat problems are solved with shamans. A weak human heart, a fragile faith and a belief in the Khalik as thin as an onion. The talisman in the contents of shirk objects, after carrying or storing the object then life is increasingly not calm. A real example is Paiyem, feeling there continues to follow him to the subconscious.

Dreaming in pursuit of the figure of a large monkey the size of an adult man. The woman who was seven months pregnant screamed every night, she woke up around twelve. Paiyem opened his eyes reaching for a nearby cell phone to contact her husband who was still working on the construction of the city's toll road. The day after tomorrow she was only able to go home, as her number was off in addition to her unbearable fear. He ran out knocking on the door of his neighbor's house.

But the tradition in the village is very much on the back to go out at night or open the door alone. Neighbors who did not want to open the door made him more frightened to go back into the house while staring around the room.

“How about the ghost came to me?” he muttered while tightly grasping the black pendulum talisman.

Paiyem preparing candles and batikers. He checked all the doors, sat on the bed until he fell asleep until morning. The voice of siti's call woke her up, she opened the door to see the look of her face bent. The woman who was much older than him apologized for not answering his call last night.

“Once again I'm sorry ma'am Paiyem. I was traumatized at disturbing the creature. Oh yeah, what do you need? Who knows I can help.”

“I'm a nightmare mom, yes could be a sleeping flower. It's okay, ma'am.”

“It's really okay? Duh I'm so good. Oh yes, if you want a massage. I have acquaintances in the village next door, the son of a shaman and a pregnant woman's masseuse.”

“Oh happens to be my body is also again sore-hard. About his house deep into bu?”

“No ma'am, right in front of the entrance of the village in flank two large trees there is a house made of bamboo. There is only one house at the entrance.”

Siti seems to be the role of a pleasant-talking neighbor. She thought that last night she was going to give birth so no one would help. It was clear the woman heard Paiyem's scream. In fact, he just said where the masseuse was without saying he would accompany him.

“Yes, in this world it is all alone. There is no such thing as a good friend or friend. Bu Siti also Seem rushed” muttered Paiyem.

He changed his clothes, walked towards the address Siti said. In the middle of the day there an old woman was watering in front of the house looking at him cynically.

“What do you need to come here? I'm suggesting you throw away that black thing you brought. The delicate creatures are more intrusive!” he said a little snapping.

“mean grandma, this thing?”

Paiyem showed him the talisman. The woman snatched away then ran a little away outside. He burned the thing, a strange sound faintly heard in the ears. The nature of the woman who suddenly turned a little soft after seeing the talisman she was carrying was charred in flames. He let Paiyem in. Putting on a mat, asking him to lay down his body. In between her massage, the woman spouted a prickling mark on her stomach. Paiyem felt the grandmother's hand very cold.

An hour passed, the woman gave massage oil and advised never to stop while going through the quiet road.

“You must remember my advice. There's one creature that won't leave you.”

“Yes I will remember it nek.”

“Ahahah! Hahah!” who knew the figure who was bothering him was Barjan.

Paiyem ran holding tightly to his stomach. He went into the grave of the former excavation of Mbah Ireng. The man had Paiyem in it. Paiyem who was frightened to the point of fainting in his cries could do nothing. That black secret he had only kept alone for a lifetime. When he woke up, he heard the screams of people calling his name.

She could only cry to see her husband who did not know the real or fake lift her out of the grave. Everyone who was there saw Paiyem's clothes filled with mud. The baby is still intact, but the incident was in the grave Mbah Ireng made the fear of the citizens so happen.

The shroud opened, the skull head of Mbah Ireng disappeared adding to the sound of screams at the residents who did not dare to see it again. “Grive, this will be a disaster in our village sir!” madan said until she dropped her flashlight.

Some others ran away in a mess, leaving the place. As a reminder, residents have buried the body of Mbah Ireng in a public funeral park. But his grave moved in the woods around there were flowers sowing him.

“You why are here? Worth the feeling of brother is erratic and want to quickly go home” asked Janter.

My tongue, my eyes are empty and my body temperature is very high. Janter cleaned Paiyem's body, he smeared his stomach that did not feel the slightest movement of the baby. Paiyem's water broke, the child shaman he had picked up began to help the delivery process.

“Pak, please bring me warm water and towel.”

“Ya briefly bu.”

A few minutes later, the screams of the child shaman were heard loudly. Janter ran over to see the old woman die with her stomach unraveled. Janter did not see where the woman was, his wife was unconscious. A loud noise rang out, Janter followed the voice coming from the direction of the warehouse.

The baby who is possessed by the devil, in him there is the spirit of Mbah Ireng. The figure of a magic shaman who is now in his grandson's puja. Inside the jug that contained blood-mixed flowers, he laughed seeing the leaves he had buried inside turn into money.

“Where is my son?” barjan muttered opening the door.

The Mbah Ireng figure hid inside the baby's body. Barjan raised his son whose mouth was covered in blood. “Did my son do all this? kill that woman?” he muttered while hugging tightly.

On the day of the dedication of Didim, the villagers saw the figure of a baby who rarely cried was suddenly fussy until his cry squealed when he heard Mr. Ustadz reciting the holy surahs of the verse Al qur’an. The window slammed, without feeling any wind touching the skin. Light outages to strange sounds echoing in the air.

“Quickly tell them to go home pak” whispered Barjan to one of his workers.

“Good den.”

“Sorry Mr. Ustadz, it looks like the do’a event didim up here only. Sorry mr. –ibu.” said Setyo while smiling grin.