SAWMILL
14.THE BRIDGE WHERE MR. KARYO'S BODY WAS FOUND
“Mun.backward pe..pelan-pelan m..mas”
I don't know what Mr. Karyo looks like, because I've only been here two days and those two days are full of events that I never expected.
Plus the death of Mr. Karyo who was one of the people who worked at this sawmill.
I slowly pulled myself up again to see more focus on what was in front of the end of the bridge there, after I lowered my head in shock to see something strange.
In the darkness of the night it turned out that at the end of the bridge there was a figure standing, but I could not see his face because it was very dark, and there was only moonlight.
But surely the face of the man named Pak Karyo was pale white and, only a pale white face was so clearly visible to me.
I slowly retreated followed by Mamad, the figure at the end of the bridge seemed to be looking at us.
The figure wearing seemed to be wearing shabby clothes to work on the cutting of wood, a figure that was not so clear his face was just standing at the end of the bridge without walking towards us at all.
“Don't look at the mas, just duck and just keep retreating.My legs are shaking once mas”
“Quiet Mad, but the road on this bridge can not be fast, quite dangerous also because there are holes”
We continued to walk slowly, as long as we retreated back how many short letters of the Qur'an I muttered, including the verse of the chair as well.
I only dare to look at the back of the bridge so as not to fall into the river which is also not visible water because it is dark.
We only have a torch as illumination, from this torch I can see the state of the bridge we are passing through.
“In a moment we will get to Mad, just slow down the road, because this bridge is not as smooth as we feel”
Finally my left foot stepped on the grass, which means we were already on the side of the path, Mamad was also on the side of the path with me. Then I set myself to look at the end of the bridge again.
“The figure is no longer there Mad, he is missing, is the person who died here usually always haunting Mad?”
“Haduuh... recently I saw a ghost like real mas, recently I felt scared once”.
“Iya the sighting of Pak Karyo is no longer there mas, is this a sign that we are forbidden to go to his house to join tahlilan mas?”
“In my opinion Mad, we have to stay there, because we are their superiors and also the late Mr. Karyo lest our employees feel we are arrogant Mad”
“Lha mas Agus is ready to go there mas, if mas Agus is ready yes come mas, but mas Agus is in front of”
Mamad who may still be frightened by the supernatural figure that resembles Pak Karyo who usually works in our sawmill.
Finally I ventured again to cross the bridge that always sounds krieet krieeet when stepped on foot.
I step on my foot slowly on the bridge that may also be old age, we walk slowly until we finally survived to the end of the bridge without any ghost sighting Pak Karyo again.
We continued walking down the river where the situation was pitch dark, we only relied on the flame of the torch we brought.
Slowly the lights coming from the petromak flame were already visible from where we were walking, meaning the hamlet where our destination was near
“Ayo rather fast Mad, afraid her tahlilan event has finished”
“Iya mas, this is also we again brisk walk mas, huf huf huf”
Finally we entered the hamlet and went straight to the house of the deceased Pak Karyo. It sounds from here the chants of surah yasin being brought by the people who were there, means the event is underway.
Finally we arrived at the front of the house, a house that was now crowded with people sitting cross-legged inside, but there are also those outside the house using mats as a sitting pad.
“Luck for unfinished show Mad”
“Sstt is silent mas, than the people here are offended because we are late and we
noisy also”
While I was silent and reading Surah Yasin. suddenly my nose smelled the smell of incense. The smell of incense that only briefly and then disappeared.
I turned towards Mamad who was reading the Surah Yasin, but Mamad was silent and did not react. Am I the only one who smells this incense?
We both participated in the tahlilan event to the end, usually finished it will be a little food for those who follow tahlilan.
“Why did you just come mas Mamad and Pak Agus?” ask the fathers who used to work at our place after finishing, and are now enjoying the food provided by the homeowner
“Tadi on our bridge there is a problem sir Dar, so we have to wait a while until it is safe and we continue the journey here” said Mamad
“Enten nopo mas Mad” asked the person who turned out to be called Mr. Dar by Mamad
“There was a sighting at the end of the bridge pack Dar”
“Hmmm what is there the deceased Mbah Karyo?” guess Mr. Dar who surprised me
“I..Yes sir Dar.i.it's Mr. Karyo who is at the end of the bridge pak”
“Hmmm why Mbah Kryo has not been sincerely away from this world, mmm if there is something ya” murmured
“Ndak papa mas, if as Mbah Karyo appears again yes called, pity him, means he has not sincerely left this world mas”
Mr. Dar while sipping black coffee provided by the family of Mr. Karyo, with a tense face.
“Newun sewu sir, I want to ask. Uh sir Karyo sedanipun why sir?” I asked Dar sir
“Huff kasian Mbah Karyo, he slipped into the river when going to pee, then drowned and his body was found there , under the bridge Mr. Agus”
“What's that river in Dar pack?” I was curious about the river we passed
“Iya Pak Agus, in the river it may be about two meters a pack, especially if it is flooding”
“But sorry sir Dar, yesterday I will tell you that last night I saw a tomb in the middle of the forest that led to the sawmill house, why some people here then avoid me pak”
“Pak Agus saw the tomb that there is a kitchen, which is in the middle of the forest?” ask Mr. Dar with a surprised face
“Anyone who lives in this area, if you see the tomb and see the torch troupe that leads to the tomb means there will be people around Pak Agus who will die”
“And the people here trust him so much, that they will not dare to walk towards the forest at night. Residents here are afraid if suddenly see the occult tomb, and as a result there are only those who died”
“Oh so yes sir Dar, but what should I do sir?”
“Pak Agus is a city person, yes there is no need to believe the folklore here, the important thing is to pray a lot and not forget worship, because Pak Agus is in a place that is not the origin of Mr. Agus”
Done Mr. Dar talk, then the tahlilan event for tonight was finished, some residents there were in front of the house of the deceased and some residents went home including me and Mamad.
“Mas Agus, we are here for a while mas, later around `22.00 we go home mas, I do not feel good staying home long, Here is also not good if we rush home mas”
“Iya Mad, we're here first Mad