Grudge of Grief: Kasyaf
de javu is starting to be real
Shortly afterwards, officers were seen carrying the body of Mbah Ijah for autopsy. Police lines were also installed around the Mbah Ijah house. Icha stood up and immediately ran over to the officer. The mischievous Miss Maryati could only screech and chase after him.
But because Ijah's body had to be immediately autopsied, the officer carrying the body did not allow Icha to see the body. The other officers on guard also drove Icha away. Icha was not given a chance at all, even though she was crying for help.
“Later after the autopsy, we will return the body to the family. So you can take care of the deceased's body in full” said one of the police.
“Sabar, nduk!” entertain mom Maryati.
“Ya Alloh”
Icha felt her body return. He slumped down to the ground. The officer immediately continued carrying the body Mbah Ijah to the hearse.
Tika still felt scared, considering the meeting with Mbah Ijah last night. If the police allegations are correct, Mbah Ijah died from the afternoon, and they met last night, who? The question kept coming to his mind. He was hiding inside the house when the ambulance passed.
Yes Alloh. Is this de javu again? Although not as obvious as before, but still come true. Icha is scared. If the ambulance is de javu, then, what is the appearance of the head without the body is also de javu?
“We go home, yuk!” bring Maryati's mom.
Icha did not answer, but he also did not refuse when his body was washed by his mother and a policewoman named Sarah, earlier. He sat back in a plastic chair on the porch.
Mr. Sigit and several policemen were seen walking towards the house. Then a man came on a duck bike. Mr. Sigit directly pointed at the person. And the policeman who was with him immediately approached and chatted with the man.
“That's who, ma'am?” ask Icha.
Although his heart was still very sad, but his memory was tingled at the man.
“Oh. That's Herman, your former employee. He used to guard the mallem in kennel” replied ma'am Maryati.
“Stop what resign?”
“Di stopin”
“Why?”
“He's addicted to gambling. I have often been caught helping ducks for judi” capital
“Astaghfirulloh”
“Often it's the one-two. The most, already three times, mbak” said Tika, adding.
“Oh. Continues, the same relationship this case?”
“Long, nduk” replied bu Maryati. Icha scrunched her forehead.
“He's a lot of his debt. Got a wife, got kids. He helped, because he was forced, to pay the debt. It also has not closed”
“Yes because he did it himself, bu” cut Icha.
“Iya, anyway. If you look there, everyone thinks so. But thinking of his wife and son, pity. That's why you're still being worked on again. But not in a cage. He was assigned to make food to the house of Mbah ijah. Continue, clean up his home”
“Well. Yesterday, what happened to him, ma'am?”
“That's it like, which they asked again. From morning he was not nongol, yesterday. But not ngabarin too, again where”
Mr. Sigit and the policemen walked towards the house. Including the Herman. Initially Icha used to see their arrival. But as he got closer, his face changed.
“Mbakwas. Why anyway? You know Herman?” reprimand Tika.
Yes Alloh. Does his face look exactly like yesterday's appearance? His posture too. Don't dong! Don't dong! Seram very if what Icha saw yesterday will become a reality.
“Nduk!” reprimand ma'am Maryati.
Icha just looked. Then he turned to Herman, who was taken by the police into a patrol car.
“He why, mas?” ask Rini bulek to Mr. Sigit. Refers to Herman.
“Constructed information at the police station. Witness doang” replied Mr. Sigit.
“Don't say that, Rin! Can be sereret if carelessly ngomong” reprimand bu Maryati.
“Why are you, nduk?” ask mr. Sigit.
“No idea about your son. See Herman kok so lola gitu” suhut bulek Rini.
“Herman? You know him, nduk?” ask Sigit again.
No answer for a moment. Icha is still in shock.
“Enggak” reply Icha then.
“Terus?” ask bulek Rini.
Icha did not answer. He shook his head.
“It looks like he's a famous person here. Sampe-sampe, satan just want to iruin face he” replied Icha.
“Hus! Don't talk, nduk! If you don't know, don't follow along!” reprimand ma'am Maryati.
Icha hugged her mother's body. There was a sense of horror when he imagined that what he saw yesterday would become real.
“Icha is not sebel, ma'am. Emang Icha squirming a look like he” replied Icha as much as she wanted, still hugging her mother.
“Jiah. Satan's followers. Ha ha ha” comments bulek Rini, while laughing
“Truly, mbak?” ask Tika.
“Seriusan” reply Icha. Slowly she took off her embrace.
“Ask a microbus driver whose side glass cracked one!”
“Meanway? Not connecting, deh” asked Tika confused.
“Yes. The right side glass of the bus, the very back, suddenly cracked, “
“Kok can?” cut the bullek Rini curious.
“Say the driver anyway, there is a rock nimpuk. But in Icha's eyes, it wasn't a rock. But head of person”
“Dh. Ma'am Icha. Make parno, deh”
“Embak itself is also terrified, dek”
“His face looks like Herman?” asked father.
Icha turned her eyes to her father. But was pensive.
“Iya, sir. Similar banget” replied later.
“Head doang?”
“Iya”
“Aduh ache all body Icha, bu” lamented Icha.
He had another head without a body, and a headless body yesterday. He hugged his mother's body again. The feathers bristled, when remembered the bound body that fell from the top of the hill. The body is still moving and shed a lot of blood from the neck that is not headed.
“Udah, already, already! Don't miss!” maryati's mother's advice while stroking her eldest daughter's head.
As the day went on, the neighbors dispersed one by one. Those who have a job feel called to perform that duty. That leaves police officers and some residents who do not seem to have a job.
Policewoman named Sarah had invited Mr. Sigit and his family to the police to be questioned about their meeting with the deceased Mbah Ijah last night. Tika was afraid, but finally wanted to come after being explained by the police.