Room No.11B
Part. 66

I served with Kang Ujang to Pak Rahmat's house. Many people filled his house, fathers and mothers. Because Mr. Rahmat is a figure in this area, mourners who came were more than when the late Mbak Wati died. A group of young men were busy putting up a tent in front of Mr. Rahmat's house.

Kang Ujang drove me into the living room, where the body of Mr. Rahmat was buried, the body of his feet covered in white transparent cloth. I sat down beside his body. Then greet the wife of the deceased who was crying since then, her cheeks flooded with tears, her eyes moist, the sadness felt very deep for her.

"I'm sorry ma'am." I said condolences.

The deceased's wife replied, "Yes deck, thank you. Sorry if you're wrong."

After I said my condolences, I opened the cloth covering Mr. Grace's face, to see his face the last time.

Sretti.

Astagfirullah, I was surprised to see the face of Mr. Grace. His eyes were still wide open, a scar of red veins clearly visible in his eyeballs. His mouth was wide open, as his tongue was stretched out. The bluish-colored veins around the forehead appear prominent, making me creepy to see the condition of Mr. Grace's body.

I covered her face with a cloth. Then move outside. Kang Ujang sat waiting for me on the porch, I approached Kang Ujang.

"Have deck?" ask Kang Ujang.

I said, "It's already gone."

"You want to go home deck? There will be tahlil in Nek Iyah's house."

"Yes kang, but I was curious. Why is the condition of Pak Rahmat's body similar to that of Mbak Wati?" muttered.

"That's what I confused the deck."

"Kang Ujang is busy?" my many.

"I want to help here, after that to Nek Iyah's house to know" replied Kang Ujang.

"OK on deh kang. Eh kang, Kang Ujang knows which son of Mr Grace?" my many.

"Child of Mr Grace? What do you want deck? I know the hell." replied Kang Ujang.

"Pointing dong kang, there is something I want to ask a little" I said with a smile.

"Dek Adi is like a detective. That's the one wearing the blue shirt. Let me drop off." take Kang Ujang.

We approached the young man, his age seemed to be as good as mine. His body was tall, with curly hair.

"Dra." call Kang Ujang.

"Eh kang." Kang Ujang shook hands with Pak Rahmat's son, I also joined hands with him.

"I'm sorry, yes kang, if there is a mistake" said the tall man.

"Iya Dra may the worship of the father's charity received Alloh ya. Eh Dra, this is my friend Adi, want to ask something to Hendra" said Kang Ujang introduced me to Hendra.

"Oh yeah bang." Hendra told me.

"I kost at the house Nek Iyah bang, happened to know the father at the funeral late Mbak Wati yesterday" said I.

"May I ask you a little question about the deceased?"

"Can. Ask what bang?"

"Before you die, there is a certain pain not bang?" my many.

Hendra thought for a moment.

"No way, the pain of the father just catch a common wind aja bang. Last night came home tahlil from the house Nek Iyah looks still fresh fit." he replied.

"Ooh. Em, continues?" my many.

"Take a coffee with me last night. Coffee a glass in front of the house alone while smoking, I happen to be in the living room again playing games. But you could ask me, ask me anyway."

"Ask what bang?"

Kang Ujang and I read Hendra's story.

"She asked about the mango tree next to the house. It has been fruitful or not, because when the father again coffee, he heard the sound of a mango kayak falling on the tile. Bug Bug Bug, that's the sound.."

Hendra continued, "I said to my father, tomorrow at the sight. Uh dad call me again tuh, because I'm playing a game, so no I gubris, I cuekin."

"Daddy said what exactly is Dra?" ask Kang Ujang.

"But have you checked the mango tree bang? Is it fruitful or not?" my many.

"Well, there it is bang. This morning I saw a mango tree, boro-boro fruiting, the pentyl was not there. But you heard a sound like a mango fell last night, I was also surprised." replied Hendra.

"So you have to show me what symptoms are there before you die?" ask again.

"The word nyokap, which you usually wake up at dawn, is not awake. Sleep until morning. At eight o'clock I wake up for breakfast. Eh fit in wakein, the body of the father is stiff, can not move."

Hendra also told me, at that time the condition of the father could not do anything. His hands and feet could not be moved. His eyes are glaring. It's just that his mouth can still make a sound, but it's not clear what he's talking about. The family decided to take Mr. Grace to the hospital. Pak Rahmat's wife can only cry over the fate that befell her husband.

I asked Hendra, "Keep, the doctor said after seeing what father Dra is?"

"Doctors are confused, in the examination there is no disease, until finally on the X-ray the doctor said there is nothing" said Hendra.

"Not trying to check into alternative medicine?" ask again.

"No time, coming home from the hospital was already noon. Well, in the afternoon the father was in a row and convulsing until the afternoon, had begun not to talk, his tongue had stuck out. Maybe you are experiencing death saccharotul this afternoon." explained Hendra.

"The intention was finished praying maghrib earlier, the father would be taken to alternative medicine. Uh, it's old time, pas adzan maghrib father died."

Convulsions? It may be the same as the late Mbak Wati, but the difference is that the late has a history of epilepsy, while Mr. Rahmat only catch a cold, as Hendra said.

"Oh that. Then thank you for the information bang. Again, I am so sorry." I said.

"Yes, thank you bang." replied Hendra, and we shook hands.

I say retreat, Adzan isya has passed reverberating. Maybe some residents have attended the tahlil Mbak Wati event. Tonight, second night. Kang Ujang said he would follow after helping the needs at Pak Rahmat's house.

True to my guess, some residents are already present. Especially the fathers, groups make a circle joking with each other. I opened the door to the room, and entered. Clean and ablaze, then change my clothes with cocoa clothes, and peci. I'm ready to come.

People have gathered a lot. Many mothers were present, I sat right in front of my room. Uh, there's Bang Oji. He sat right in front of his room. Strange, I saw a strange Bang Oji. His face was pale, his eye bags were reddish, his lips were pale. His eyes were empty, I don't know what he was looking at. And again, why does his head keep moving? It's like it's not Bang Oji.

Tahlil was started, tahlil tonight led by an ustad. Kang Ujang has joined tahlil. Nek Iyah was also involved, he was sitting in a chair right near the back door of his house. Prayers and prayers were solemnly performed, my eyes occasionally looking at Bang Oji. His gaze was still empty, his head was moving indistinctly, like a nervous breakdown. Strange, Bang Oji is so weird. That's not Bang Oji like him.

The closing prayer was again led by the ustad. Then, snack dishes and pastries were issued, not forgetting the fruit. I got up from my seat, approached Bang Oji.

"Bang," scolded me.

"Where are you? Last night didn't come anyway?" my many.

Bang Oji did not answer, his head just kept moving. His eyes were empty.

"Well, you sick?" I asked back.

But Bang Oji still did not answer. I rubbed his shoulders slowly, suddenly on the edge of my hand.

"Lo why bang?" I asked back, I'm sure he won't answer.

I looked around, no one noticed us. I held tightly onto Bang Oji's arm, my face closing towards his ears.

I whispered softly in Bang Oji's ear,

"Who have you dared to enter this body?"

Bang Oji growling.

He got up from his seat, I was pushed.

Fractured, he turned around and opened the door of his room, then entered. I heard the door in the lock.

It was definitely not Bang Oji, it seemed that he was already in rasuki. I wait for the moment after this tahlil event, Kang Ujang must continue the story. Mandatorily.

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*sorry buddy2 guys, because the holiday up 2 days. the author is sick, actually can be forced up, but fear is less than the maximum and affect the style of language. pray healthy cepet yaa..

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