Santet Bride
Part 9's

Mr. Johan looked puzzledly at Mr. Candra alternating with the direction indicated, he was amazed by the words of Mr. Candra who said that the shroud wrapped in front of him was the body of the baby Arga who will soon be buried, though in the eyes of Mr. Johan who was seen in the package of shroud was not a human body but a banana stem.

Many times Mr. Johan rubbed his eyes, wanting to make sure that he saw wrong, but repeatedly it also remained the same. A banana tree cut to the size of a baby is then wrapped in a shroud so that it resembles a human.

"Sir, Mr Johan is okay? How come Mr Johan is so confused? What's up, sir?" Mr. Candra was increasingly curious to see the behavior of Mr. Johan and continued to urge Mr. Johan to explain what he saw.

Because he could not stand the insistence of Mr. Candra, Mr. Johan finally asked Mr. Candra to close his eyes while reading ta'awudz and Istighfar and then continued with sholawat prophet three times.

Encouraged by curiosity, Mr. Candra finally did what Mr. Johan ordered, and how surprised he was when he saw the package of shroud containing a banana tree that was still somewhat wet like a day in pieces.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim! Sir ... sir ... i .. is that really what I saw? I ... it's ... it's ...?" Stuttering Mr. Candra conveyed the reality he saw.

"Yes! That's her! What I see is probably exactly what you see now. Gedebog banana!" mr. Johan.

Mr. Candra nodded with a deathly pale face, he still did not understand how the corpse could suddenly turn into a banana gedebog or indeed from the beginning they had all been deceived without them noticing.

Mr. Candra and Mr. Johan looked at each other, they really did not understand the incident that they thought was very unreasonable, slowly but surely their saddle feathers bristled and their bodies shuddered slowly.

The atmosphere became gripping even though the sun was still shining, the fishy aroma was faintly penetrated into their respective nasal cavities.

Mr. RT who happened to pass by, was about to take ablution water to do the fardhu kifayah prayer and happened to look into the astonishment with the behavior of Mr. Johan and Mr. Candra whose value was different from usual.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Johan, Mr. Candra. What is it about daydreaming here, do not daydream, sir, not good later it will be," continued Mr. RT while patting the shoulders of both.

Mr. Johan and Mr. Candra who were indeed lacking concentration since witnessing the oddity in the corpse of the baby Arga immediately jumped in shock.

"Allahu Akbar! Mr RT! It's a shock, sir. We both did not daydream, only we were confused, sir," Mr. Candra told Mr. RT.

"Why, gentlemen? Please tell me, who knows I can help?" Mr. RT offered them help.

The two men were confused, not knowing where to start. They both nudged each other, gave each other a code of who should start telling stories first.

"What's up, sir. Please tell me frankly, what's wrong? Do not let us even fuss alone now," reprimanded Mr. RT began to be upset.

"Ouch! RT sir don't be mad. We don't want to tell you what's going on, but we're confused where to start. Here you have it, I close my eyes read ta'awudz and istighfar then continue reading sholawat three times, you will know for yourself." Mr. Johan answered Mr. RT's question by telling Mr. RT to immediately do what he told.

With high curiosity, Mr. RT was immediately working on orders from Mr. Johan and ...

"Innalallahi! What is it sir? That's .. gedebog, right? Why is it there? Wasn't that where the baby's body was Mas Arga?" ask Mr. RT confused.

"Yeah, Sir! One-on-one, I was confused to answer." Mr. Johan protested his RT Chairman for asking so many questions that he became confused to answer them.

Got a protest from his citizens, Mr. RT just smiled in response while continuing to wait for an explanation from the two citizens.

"So gini, sir, after finishing the first time I finished the corpse, I began to prepare the equipment for the tomb and coincidentally my watch was left on the top of the Quran cabinet. So, I decided to take it here, but the moment I went inside here I saw that the body of Mr. Arga's son was not there."

"Well, when I was looking for that corpse, suddenly Mr. Candra came and my country. Yes, I said again look for the body of Mr. Arga's son. Then Mr. Candra pointed in that direction, there we had a disagreement, because what I saw at that time was already like this, but Mr. Candra still insisted, until finally I asked to understand also what I ordered to the Father, and the story after Mr. RT already know for itself," said Mr. Johan.

Mr. RT heard Mr. Johan's explanation while occasionally rubbing his nape fur that began to bristle and several times closed his nose because it smelled an unusual fishy aroma.

The three of them discussed how best, as it was very unlikely to convey this to the large Arga family who were in mourning at this time. Finally they decided to go to Ustadz Hasyim, ustadz who doubles as one of the imams in the mosque at that.

Upon arrival at the ustadz residence, they recounted the incident that befell Arga's son. Not to forget they also told about the fishy scent of blood they smelled when going to visit the deceased baby Arga.

The three fathers looked at each other, no one dared to answer Ustadz Hashim's question. They do not know how to behave, because they are Indra's closest neighbors but on the other hand they know that the one who will be buried later is not human.

"So, my advice is that you don't tell anyone about this and we should act mediocre in the sense that we just follow the funeral process to honor the family we left behind. Later when the time is right, then we will talk everything to Mas Arga or Pak Indra. How, agreed?"

"If that's the best course of action for this matter, we agree, Tadz," mr. RT said accompanied by a nod to the heads of Mr. Johan and Mr. Candra as a sign that they agreed to the deal.

Finally the three of them along with Ustadz Hashim to the mosque where the body of Arga's child was buried, when he arrived there Ustadz Hashim immediately performed a supernatural prayer to pray for the spirit of the baby Arga and continued preparing for the funeral.

The four of them had agreed to keep the secret meetings, and would discuss it with the Arga family when it was time. They also agreed to continue to bury the banana gedebog that looks like the baby's body should bury the body, to avoid commotion.

"Assalamualaikum," Ustadz Hashim said to Indra and Arga, who were sitting beside the body, reading Yasin's surah.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Please, Tadz and the Fathers," replied Arga and Indra simultaneously invited Ustadz Hasyim, Mr. Candra, Mr. Johan and Mr. RT to sit down.

"Thank you, so look Mas Arga and Mr. Indra, I want to tell you that the burrow is ready, the procession for the funeral can be carried out. Is Mas Arga, ready to bury his beloved son?" Ustadz asked carefully to Arga.

Arga looked at Indra, his papi, who gestured to work on Ustadz Hasyim's advice. With a long sigh, Arga slowly lifted the body of the baby and carried towards the burial area.

Arriving at the burial area, Indra and Ustadz Hashim jumped into the burrow and received the body of the poor baby and was followed by Arga. Ustadz Hasyim then mentalqin the corpse and once comfortable, they began to cover the corpse with sheets of wooden boards.

It was then that suddenly a thunderous sound rang out loudly, shocking everyone in the burial area, saying, then followed by lightning and lightning struck, making most of the mourners fled to save themselves for fear of being struck by lightning.

"Astaghfiullah! Run on! There's lightning! Take cover in a safe place! No one is standing under a tree!" There were cries of mourners as they ran to save themselves.

"Astaghfiullah! What is this sign, Pi, Tadz?" ask Arga.

"Prophey, Mas Arga. We attach everything to the power, we should just duck first in here until the lightning really stops, then we continue again," said Ustadz Hasyim calm Arga and Indra.

For a while the three of them decided to crouch down inside the burrow, waiting until the lightning and lightning completely stopped striking. After about an hour of waiting, lightning and lightning no longer struck, so they decided to continue the funeral procession.

However, not long after that the wind blew fiercely, making some small trees twitch as if they were about to be plucked from the roots. The air felt cold and gripping, dark clouds enveloping the sun made the atmosphere even more terrible, in the distance suddenly heard the sound of the howling of dogs.

"Oh Allah, Ustadz. What's the matter? Why did the weather suddenly change like this, when it was still five in the afternoon?" ask Indra, Papi Arga is agitated.

"I don't know either, Mr. Indra. We should just leave everything to Allah, because only Allah is All-Knowing and everything that happens now has become the provision. Come, we'd better get it done, as soon as we can" Ustadz Hashim asked.

"alright. Come, Ga. Cepetan you close the hole of your son's grave, so quickly finish everything." Papi Arga ordered Arga to immediately close the tomb hole with the existing soil, and after everything was over the three of them rushed to leave the cemetery area that was increasingly gripping.

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Meanwhile, without them knowing, across from the tomb of baby Arga who had just been buried, a woman in a red dress observed them in silence. From his mouth was still dripping a red viscous liquid, in his left hand was a lump of flesh that had been torn into pieces.

After the death of Arga, Indra and Ustadz Hasyim, the figure raised his face covered with partial hair. Her hairless eyes stared fixedly at the baby's grave, suddenly his mouth formed a smile or rather a very wide grin that revealed his pointy teeth with drops of blood still dripping.

"I've been waiting for a long time like this, now I'm free! I'll take all your children as a gift to me from the one you hurt! Hihihihihi." The female ghostly voice sounded so shrill eerie.

After this, what else will Kania do to take revenge on Arga and Rasti?

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