Pickup Transportation
Section 25: Rituals
The incident made Mr. Abdul immediately took the initiative to call a famous shaman in his area to make a ritual, he felt that this was the best step, so that they could be side by side, but he did not know, he felt that this was the best step, that the creature they were side by side with was a very evil creature.
Today the ritual is carried out, gathering all workers who are still healthy and able to stand, along with shamans and Mr. Abdul.
As a condition, the shaman asked for 8 cows to be slaughtered, his head to be buried on all four sides of the building, while the rest of the meat will be given to the orphanage foundation.
Now they are preparing to start planting, one by one the head of the cow. Previously the head of the cow was wrapped in a shroud, then made a dug hole on the front side of the building as deep as five meters down, after the hole was appropriate, the hole was made, put the head of the cow in the pit, then sprinkled with seven flowers.
The first hole in the front of the building is finished, then continued with the second hole, the third to the last eight.
Already entered the evening when the last hole was closed, the shaman began to recite a mantra that according to Mr. Abdul he did not understand, did not sound like Javanese, Sundanese or Indonesian. Perhaps the language of the island sebrang, but he is also not so sure, because his life was spent in the island of Java.
Some people believe that burying the head of a cow or buffalo is to protect a place from natural disasters, but some people believe that, not the purpose, the cow is the highest symbol of an animal, offerings with the best quality, he said was able to persuade the creature who controlled the place.
But they don't know, what the creature wants, even more.
After the ritual was completed, the shaman asked Abdul for time to talk alone, while all the construction workers went home. Mr. Abdul did ask for one day to focus on the ritual to the management, so there is no timetable for the development process.
“Is this place formerly an empty land?” The shaman asked, they were already sitting in the not-so-complete Security post, sipping a black coffee starting to chat.
“Betul Mbah.” Mr. Abdul replied, to the shaman who was over 50 years old, his head was overgrown with gray hair.
“Too risky actually you build here, did the owner not tell you?”
“Indeed why, Mbah?” Mr. Abdul tried to hide that the owner of this land did not agree to sell the land from the beginning.
“This land is agreement land, this land is provided for .... “ The shaman stopped his words.
“For what, Mbah?” Mr. Abdul was curious.
The Shaman looked into Mr. Abdul's eyes, then looked forward, after which he breathed heavily.
“Do this ritual once every 5 years, if you don't do it, you'll be wretched.” The shaman got up and left after saying that.
Mr. Abdul tried to call him, but the Shaman kept walking without turning his head, he did not even take the payment, Pak Abdul thought he would stop by his house tomorrow, deliver the ritual service money.
Tonight he will go home and rest first, because this ritual is very heavy, his whole body hurts.
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It's morning, it's a holiday so Mr. Abdul woke up a little afternoon. He already felt his body fit again, his wife and son were up and doing their job as usual.
“Bu, eat my coffee, really not on the dining table.” Abdul asked his wife who was cooking in the kitchen. The distance between the dining table and the kitchen was not too far away but was blocked by gypsum board, there was no answer from the kitchen, but it was heard that his wife was cutting something.
“Bu ..” Abdul asked again, still no answer.
He then approached his wife with an annoyed face to the kitchen. Seen his wife's back with a batik negligee was cutting something, the longer, the sound of the cutting board and also the knife colliding increasingly felt tight, Mr. Abdul began to think, he began to think, whether he made a mistake until his wife was angry or upset, it looks from the way he cut.
Mr. Abdul took the initiative to reprimand him first, it is customary that if Mr. Abdul makes a mistake, he must immediately apologize, otherwise he can bother his business.
“Bu, what's wrong with you? what am I wrong?” Mr. Abdul said as he grabbed his wife's shoulder, just as his hand touched it, it was cold, but Mr. Abdul was unable to pull his hand, he was unable to move.
When Mr. Abdul was still trying to control his body, the wife who had turned back to him, finally began to turn, when it was facing Mr. Abdul, how surprised he was, his wife's face blackened, his wife's face blackened, the knife he had been using was cutting his own hand, blood spurting in all directions, as he did not stop trying to cut his hand.
Mr. Abdul is limp, terrible, he's his wife, but looks very scary and disgusting, to the size of a man who used to do menial work, this still makes Mr. Abdul unable to survive to see the entire body.
In the next second, Abdul fainted.
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“Pak ... Sir .. wake up.” Samar a woman's voice rang out, Mr. Abdul felt his head heavy.
But he tried to open his eyes, besides the sound of chanting sacred verses that made Mr. Abdul quite dizzy.
When he managed to open his eyes, he saw his wife wearing a black veil, she was sobbing.
Mr. Abdul had jumped when he saw his wife, he was afraid, he had remembered the image of the terrible woman in the form of his wife earlier.
Then a man tried to calm Mr. Abdul down, he was wearing a turban on his head, a sarong and a cocoa shirt, an Ustad like him.
Then Mr. Abdul reflex said his istigfar and slowly began to calm down.
He looked around, his wife and son were gathered, their faces were all covered, like crying for days, some close relatives were coming too, they were reciting incessant chants of scripture, what was this? That was what Abdul asked in his heart.
“Pak Abdul already feeling calm?” Ustad asked, who was asked just to nod, while continuing to think, why are many people, why are his wife's children crying and who is the woman who resembles his wife?
“Pak, what happened, three days ago Mr. Abdul's wife found Mr. collapsed in the kitchen.”
“Shortly, ti-three days ago?” Mr. Abdul was shocked, it felt like he just woke up this morning and then the terrible incident happened, but why did the Ustad say three days ago?
“Iya Sir, already three days ago, what is it?” Ustad kept asking.
“Which I remember, I found a terrible figure in our kitchen, I thought he was my wife, because of the usual negligee wife made, but at the time I rebuked and held her shoulder, he said, it feels so cold in his body. Then when she looked at me, her face turned black and she kept cutting off her hand, I was sure it wasn't my wife even though her face looked the same. Then after that I don't remember anything.” Mr. Abdul recounted with a panicked and pale face, his tone sometimes trembling. Especially when describing the terrible creatures he met in the kitchen.
“Good, then, let me tell you, what happened during these three days.” Ustad asked Abdul's wife to come closer and recount the incident after she found her husband's body.
“So like this Sir, when Mom found out Father fainted, I asked the neighbors to help lift, but it turns out the three of us were unable to lift the Father, Father, until about 10 people we can just move you to bed. After a few hours, I woke up, but strange.” His wife, Mr. Abdul, hesitated to tell him.
“While why, Bu?” Mr. Abdul was curious.
“Bapak wake up, but do not want to eat except dirt, I asked for dirt to eat, besides that I do not want to eat, after eating dirt, I will just sting in front of the house, I will just sting, sometimes laughing alone and suddenly dancing while he did it, Father like a sinden, Mother scared finally called Ustad to help see the condition of the Father, Father, because it is impossible if this is a medical illness, you also can not be crazy. All was well before Mr. fainting.”
“So, I why Mr Ustad?” Abdul asked in desperation.
“Hmm, you should explain to us, what you have done until you were taken prisoner by “they’.” Mr. Ustad replied.
“They? mister Ustad, who?” Mr. Abdul asked.
“Jin-jin the. They're scrambling into your body.” Ustad was looking in all directions, there was fear in his eyes.
“I ... I perform the ritual Mr. Ustad, so that the land we will build it does not cause problems in the future.” Abdul has confessed.
“Not only a problem in the future, but that problem comes at this time as well.”
“Then I have to how Mr Ustad?”
“Bapak ask that to the owner who performs the ritual, because he started it, then he must finish.”
After saying that, Mr. Ustad left, he only asked Mr. Abdul a lot of prayer and left water to drink by Mr. Abdul.
In addition, Mr. Abdul remembered, that he had also not given money to the shaman who helped him to perform the ritual, tomorrow he would go to the shaman's house to pay for it.
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As soon as the day began, Mr. Abdul came to see the Shaman, the same house he went to when he was going to call him a few days ago.
“Bu, Mr is?” Mr. Abdul met with the shaman's wife.
“There is Mas, but can not go outside, what is the need?” His wife seems to object.
“This Mom, Father yesterday help me for the ritual, I have not given the service money, want to love the money whether I want to ask.”
The mother fell to the ground and after she calmed down, she pulled Mr. Abdul into her house and showed them their room.
When he entered the room, he saw a quite shocking sight, the Shaman lying like a sickle, in just a few days his face blackened, his eyes empty and from his mouth drooled.
“Why him, Bu?” Mr. Abdul asked.
“No idea, it's been a few days since he was like that, sir. He does not want to eat other than eating dirt, we are forced to feed him the soil because he does not want to eat anything.” The shaman's wife said while crying.
Mr. Abdul was speechless, his face was pale, what was this, why was the land killing so many, but he could not stop its construction, the loss would be so great, he will not be able to compensate for that loss.
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Author's Note :
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