DRAGON CARVED JADE BRACELET
Chapter 178: POCONG DIES

    People certainly believe that Babah Ho's house is said to be haunted. Many even say that the house has many ghosts. Therefore, when Jamil said he would renovate the house, would repair the old building was not occupied, and looking for a handyman from Gedongmulyo Village, no one would want or can. He said he was afraid that he would be disturbed by ghosts or mediates who inhabit the house. Hence, Jamil brought a handyman from Kampung Naga, who did not know the scary stories in the house.

    So when there were three artisans who worked to repair the house, which he said was paid a lot by the owner, of course the people of Gedongmulyo Village, especially the artisans in the area, became envious. And in fact, the three people who worked in that house, experienced nothing. There was nothing to disturb and no ghosts to scare.

    Although many told the craftsmen that the house was haunted, even many told the events in the house, in fact the three builders were mediocre. No one is afraid. No one bothers them.

    "Pak ..., Sampean was sleeping in Babah Ho's house, working there for days, even overtime until late at night, was not disturbed by the ghost of the house's waiter ...?" asked one of the young men who had eaten together that morning at a breakfast vendor not far from Babah Ho's house.

    "Alright, Mas .... As long as we are well, do not disturb them .., they will also not bother us. What is important is that we submit to the Creator .... They have their own nature outside our world .." replied the oldest handyman.

    The answer was certainly curious for the young man who asked. Koh is brave enough for these craftsmen.

    "We are working on sustenance .... If the payment is adequate, and certainly can be used to meet the needs of life ..., well, what else. This time of hard work, Mas ..." said the other handyman.      "Indeed, these gentlemen do nukang work there, how much do they pay?" ask the young man again.

    "Well ..., good .... Later when it is finished within one week, each of us is paid one million net. Eating and drinking on their own. If for example this week is not finished, we will be paid again." said the oldest handyman.

    "Huh ...?! It's huge ...?!" of course the young man was shocked to hear the amount of the person's payment.

    "Alhamdulillah .., I am grateful, Mas ...."

    That year, 2005, the one-week to one million fee was already too expensive. A one-month employee's salary is only half a million a month. And builders or porters of buildings in the area of Rembang and Lasem, the highest daily fee is fifty thousand. If a week of six working days continues, only get paid three hundred thousand. That's exchange. Unlike the coolies, the most paid twenty-five thousand every day. It works from morning to evening without eating a drink.

    This time, when he heard that the craftsmen were paid up to a million per week, must have been very tempted and envious of the craftsmen. The handyman wants to work there. He regretted, why was it that time was offered to repair the house did not want to? Even his friends who also work as a handyman also no one wants to. He said the house was haunted. In fact, the builders who renovate also nothing happens. So he secretly wanted to find a way how to work in that place. Of course because tempted by his very high pay.

    After finishing breakfast, and maybe leaving for work, of course the young man told about the payment of builders who repaired Babah Ho's house. His work is most only painting, cleaning and patchwork of thick walls. But the pay is huge.

    Hearing that, of course his friends were also shocked and astonished. Cook the handyman's fee up to that big. Triple with the craftsmen in his village. They must have been on ngiri. Of course they immediately want to work in that place.

    "How about we go to work at that place ...?" one of those young men.

    "Well, yes it is impossible .... Lha wong has been done by the people of Juwana it ..." said his friend.

    "Lha, back in time was offered to fix Babah Ho's house no one wanted .... Yesterday it was until Mr. Kades offered who would work there, all of them refused. Now working there .... How are you guys ...?" the other friend mocked his friends.

    "Yes .., we didn't know the payment at the time .... But once you know if you get paid that high, it certainly makes drool, co.." said another friend again.

    Of course, if you hear the high cost of builders, who beat the payment of civil servants, builders and porters from the village immediately tempted. Then they also revealed to each other they want to work there. But it is certainly not possible if the workers from Juwana are still working there. So they looked for a way, so that the craftsmen from Juwana did not feel at home working in that house.

    And they also agreed to launch an act of terror so that the artisans did not feel at home working at Babah Ho's house. Yes, some villagers will scare the workers.

    True as expected by the villagers who intend evil. Three artisans who repair Babah Ho's house, every night must be sluggish, working on work that can be done at night. Incidentally, that night the builders worked to install paving in the yard of the house. Of course with the addition of lighting lamps. Since the afternoon the lamp has been installed in the yard. So that page looks bright. But basically diligent workers, if working must focus on his work.

    That night, in every corner of Babah Ho's house, in the back corner of the house and in the outer corner of the fence, there were sightings that appeared there. There was an embodiment wrapped in a moving white cloth. It's like a pocong. It was the work of the villagers who wanted to scare the artisans who were still working on repairing Babah Ho's house. Yes, they wear a shroud that is used to wrap the corpse, now used to wrap his body, like a corpse. There is a life that jumps up and down here in the corners of Babah Ho's house. Of course they want to scare the builders to run away and do not dare to work in the house again.

    On the road leading to Babah Ho's house, there were already people intercepting passers-by. The goal, so that the villagers do not pass in front of Babah Ho's house. Because if there are people passing by, it is feared that their secrets will be revealed. Not the craftsmen who work overtime at Babah Ho's house who run away in fear, but the people who see the pocong will scream in fear. Hence it was intercepted so as not to be known to the citizens.

    For a while the pocongs in the back corner and in the front corner, have been moving, jumping like a pocong ghost. Of course, so that the three craftsmen who were softening the paving tide saw the pocong that frightened him. But for a long time, the artisans did not also see the pocongs. Either do not see or are not afraid of pocong mediation. But the pocongs tried to show the artisans. But I didn't react at all.

    So, the pocong was forced to start approaching the place of the artisans who were bulging. For the craftsmen to see it. Four undead pocongs from the four directions, the tearing jumped close to the three people who were installing the paving.

    "Tolooooooong ..........!!"

    "There haghuruuuu ..........!!!"

    "Cariiiiii .........!!!"

    Pocong so-called polling incident is not because, like children who participate in sack racing during the celebration of seven dozen. They fled in the fog leaving Babah Ho's yard. Some even fall over and over. And there are also those who are lying still motionless in the yard that is being paved with it.

    Naturally the three craftsmen were confused as they watched the people whose bodies were wrapped in white cloths at a terrified cry. Surely the artisans were also shocked, because the clothes worn by the screaming person were like a corpse being hacked.

    The citizens who heard the screams of people asking for help immediately ran out. Surely want to know what happened on the road in front of Babah Ho's house, how crowded at screaming there are ghosts. Surely the friends of the person who became the pocong ran first to help his friend. So the street in front of Babah Ho's house was immediately full of people.

    "What's up ....?!"

    "Why ...?!"

    "Where is the ghost ...?!"

    The people who had arrived at the place immediately questioned them. And sure enough, the three builders who were gushing paving were already going to help the man who was wrapped in a shroud, and lying in the courtyard of the house, close to the exit. Fewer will already exit the page.

    "This ..., the ghost is lying one here ...!" said the handyman who was already in the pocong place lying down.

    "Ooo .... So this is to, the ghost .... Who often scares the people .... Elah ..." said the people who had also approached the so-called pocong-the incident that lay unconscious.

    "Them are like this .... The three people who were still covered in this shroud ...!" yell at the others.

    "Who's pretending to be a pocong ...?!" of course many want to know the pocong.

    "Lha, wis ... herded into Mr. Kades' house alone .... Let be punished .... It's good to scare people ..." said another.

    "Lhah ..., this pocong fainted motionless, how ...?!" ask the others, who would have squatted near the pocong.

    The overtime craftsmen, who happened to be in the pocong, tried to open the cloth, then saw his face. It turned out, that person was the man who had breakfast with him this morning in the breakfast basket. Quickly, the man looked strange as he chatted at the breakfast stall.

    "Have ..., just cut .... These friends were told to carry a pocong that koit ...! Pocong kok fainted ..." said the man who told the other three pocong to carry his friend.

    "His pocong clothes are still worn ..., do not take off .... Let the public all know that the pocong is being paraded ..." another proposal.

    "Yes right ...!! Pocong procession carrying pocong ...!" the other sahut.

    Finally, that night, there was a procession of residents who accompanied three pocongs carrying other pocongs. Some carried tongs, some beat up old cans, some carried torches, some lit petromak lights. Real crowded. Of course while screaming, if they have managed to catch the pocong.

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    In the morning, when people woke up from sleep, word got out that one of the pocongs that was caught last night, the pocong that was fainting at the time, passed out, eventually that person really has to be a real pocong. The man died in his room, wrapped in a shroud that was used to scare him last night. Apparently the shroud cannot be removed from the wearer's tube. The pocong died.

    Of course the news of the death of the young man who frightened people by becoming the pocong, immediately spread throughout the village, even out of the area. Many people are offering. But some feel sorry.