Just a little break
The Story of Midnight Horror (Part 2)

Suaeb came home on his own foot. Carrying the hoe and the lunch box earlier. When he wanted to cross the bridge connecting the village he used to pass to his garden. He heard voices like, the voices of people crying.

His voice seemed to come from under the bridge He was curious, who this maghrib still existed under the bridge. Indeed, the sii under the bridge is often used for fishing. But is maghrib gini still fishing?

He paused for a moment to look under the bridge he found. There's pocong. The shroud was full of red earth. His face was pale, his eyes seemed to be about to pop out, his tongue was sticking out long and his nose was spitting out blood that did not stop flowing. The pocong was voiced, “Aeb temenin I chatted, Aeb,”

Syuaeb knew that voice. That's Jali's voice. He also fainted. The next morning, he woke up in the cemetery hugging Jali's grave. The people who found him, immediately drove him home.

Syuaeb is like a dazed man. After that incident, he just kept quiet and dumbstruck at his house. His wife who saw her husband experienced the mystical event. Trying to get it to a smart guy to treat.

One day before the events of Shuaeb. A beautiful girl, just graduated from High School also experienced a similar incident, but not the same. Fani his name, the third child of the couple Pak Agus and Ibu Rena.

Time has entered Maghrib time. Fani is exhausted from looking for work all day. Intending to sleep in his room. His mother admonished him gently, “Maghrib, Fan. Wake up first, pray, later easy to sleep.”

“Adduhh, first ma'am. This tired. Just falling back and forth doank really, again. Fani is menstruating again,” said Fani.

“But pamali. Maghrib rich gini bed. Just sit around first. Where the cake, in the dining room or watching tv,” said mother added.

Fani did not reply to her mother. He even closed his eyes. Her mother could not force her only daughter. He was spoiled by his father and brothers. Sometimes they like to behave as they please.

Her mother left her alone in the room. She wanted to pray Maghrib with her husband, and her two sons. Fani really put her body as comfortable as possible in her bed.

His feet ache because of the up and down the angkot, as well as the road from one office to another office. Had stopped by his friend's house for a discussion about job vacancies. Then, his body was tired of tilting to the left.

He now wanted to rotate tilted to the right while hugging the bolster pillow. That's what he did at last. He turned back and tilted to the right, still with his eyes closed and clutched a bolster pillow.

He tried to get into his sleep deeper. However, I felt something strange. This pillow bolsters really wide deckapnya, and there is the smell of red soil. Fani opened her eyes to make sure.

How surprised he was, after opening his eyes. Finding what he hugged was a pocong with a large body size. His face was charred black like burning charcoal, his eyes glared at Fani and his tongue stretched to the neck. Spontaneously, Fani shouted hysterically.

Until his parents and brothers, even the surrounding residents. Come to see what happened to Fani. After the incident, Fani did not dare to sleep alone, even after getting married and having children. He still did not dare to sleep alone, especially if in his room there was a bolster pillow.

After the mystical events that befell Fani and Shuaeb. The villagers believe that Jali's spirit is not calm. The villagers plan to complain to Jali's parents. But what power, seeing the condition of Haji Dulloh is increasingly far from sane, and the sickly Mother Saani. They don't have the heart to complain about it.

They tried to put it on Ustadz and the smart guys. Finally they agreed to hold a celebration, the result of a joint venture of villagers. They sent do’a to Jali, so that his spirit was calm in nature there. Not terrorizing the villagers anymore.

After the rescue, the villagers felt safe. Jali's spirit doesn't terrorize the villagers anymore. But, a month later. The story of Jali's spirit, back terrorizing. This time the victim was an office employee who had just returned from work by bicycle.

Not without reason Sakur chose this village to stay. Because in this village close to the developing city. The transportation facilities are also quite easy, because it has been touched by the times. Maybe we should wait another three or five years. This village, will be a modern urban environment.

We're back in Sakur. At that time, he came home from the office nearing the time of Maghrib. The weather was so cloudy. It was like seven o'clock at night. Sakur uses an ontel bike that has a bonce. A gift from his Arab boss.

Sakur spurred his bike pretty fast. For fear of rain in the street. Arrive at a bridge. Suddenly the bike was heavy. He just thought, at best this bike tires deflated. That's why he doesn't care that much.

When you want to pass the cemetery area. Sakur's feeling, it's not good. He finally stopped. Trying to turn around. He just wanted to get off the bike. Suddenly, behind him there was a voice, “Kok stopped, Bang? my home is already deket,” said the voice with raucous.

Sakur turned his head, and found a large pocong sitting on the bonnet of his bicycle. He also went down in panic. But he didn't run away. Sakur even snapped loudly, “Jak (go).”

But the pocong won't budge. He constantly stared at Sakur with his bulging eyes, his tongue sticking out and his nose constantly bleeding. Sakur is also not afraid. Acehnese people are increasingly challenged even more brave.

He was looking around left and right, stuff or whatever to fight this pocong. Finally found a large log. Sakur took the wooden trunk and was about to put it on the head of the pocong.

The pocong disappeared, but a few seconds later. He appeared again in the large pete tree that was behind Sakur. Sakur threw the tree trunk in his hand, followed by the stones he found under his feet. While saying shalawat he hit the pocong. Not long after, the pocong disappeared without being around Sakur anymore.

Sakur thanked Allah and muttered, “Bek assortment ngen ureung Aceh, Dutch incant who used kamoe cannon. Pulom only pocong kuto lage kah. (Don't mess with the Acehnese, the Dutch who use our cannons to expel. Especially just a dirty pocong like you)."

A week later after Sakur's bravery. Now it's Romlah's turn, the ex-lover who left Jali. Her husband Romlah is an inter-provincial bus driver. Romlah often left behind. Usually he likes to be accompanied by his nephew and mother who stay overnight.

But this time, his mother had business with his father at his brother's house in Ciseeng, Bogor. Because Romlah is pregnant and can not come. Be that night, he was just alone sleeping with his nephew who was still first grade Junior High School.

That night, at midnight Romlah thirsty. He woke up from his sleep, wanting to go to the kitchen to drink a sip of water or two. As he stepped into the kitchen, he was a little distracted by the noise that was on his door.

Dugs. Dugs. Dugs.

His voice was like someone was banging something at his door. Romlah was curious, but he was also afraid. Finally he also woke up Umayah, his nephew. They both wanted to see what was behind the door. But Umayah initially did not want to be on the grounds that had been reminded by her parents.

If you hear strange noises in the middle of the night, do not leave the room or from the house. Inside just read do’a or dhikr. But Romlah is hard to say. He still dragged Umayah to see what was at the door.

They peek through the window. They saw something like a big sack hitting the door. After they look carefully. That's not a sack. But a pocong who was looking down, gore at their door.

The two of them panicked in fear, then ran to the room. Their room door was locked. Hope the pocong is gone soon, but who would have thought. The pocong was just like it was in front of their room, while goring at the door. Dug, dug, dug.

The two of them went straight into the large wardrobe. Dzkir and do’a their safety chant so that the pocong immediately go. But it was as if Rom's heart had melted and was willing to follow him. When the pocong gore at the door saying raucously, “Romlah, open the door. I'd like to take you home.”