SAWMILL
39. AM I A DREAM?
The more I forced my eyes to open, the harder and tighter my eyes closed,
Until now my situation is more chaotic, I can not open my eyes, I can only think and think.
I don't know what they're going to do with my body, I can only give up on the more unfounded circumstances.
For the moment my body feels stiff, more like a person who is piercing, who can only think without being able to move at all.
This situation lasted for a while until then I heard strange sounds, the sound was not in my room nor was it in the living room.
Sounds like a lot of people are reciting something….
The sound was not around this house, it was coming from outside…
I could no longer move my limbs at all, but fortunately my ears could still hear clearly what was around me.
My eyes were still tightly closed, but I tried my hardest to stay conscious and open my eyes.
The smell of frankincense smoke was still fiercely piercing my nose, my chest was more and more congested than before..
Suddenly something strange, I felt my body start to float…
I am like the air and the wind that can float quietly.
Nah! I must remain conscious!. I must not feel this, I must be aware!
When I tried to stay conscious, my body was heavy again, not as light as it was like air, my body now felt heavy.
Then that was why, why my body felt so light…
Until now I still do not know whether in the room and out there is already bright or not, because until now I have not been able to open my eyes at all.
“This is the longest pierihan I've ever felt my inner”
I must be able to move one of my limbs first, one of my limbs must be able to move first so that I can be free from this piercing.
Fortunately for the time being things calmed down, even though I was not yet able to move my limbs.
The more I try to move my body, the more difficult it is to move, so that for now I will not fight it, I just give up what will happen to me later.
The atmosphere was very quiet but the incense smoke was still inhaled by the nose, the atmosphere was calm until I started following the pattern here.
Wake up in such a way that I can follow his calmness in an increasingly strange room.
When I was able to adjust my breath so as not to sting, suddenly in my closed eyes this could see the state of the living room.
Somehow, but I can feel not see but feel what's in the living room right now.
The living room was not empty, because there were six people sitting, they were sitting on the floor. The desk chair has been moved to the side of the wall.
People dressed all in black with udengs on their heads were surrounding something. Something white but rather clumsy that is the size of a human body.
No. It's not something.it's a pocong! yes it is a pocong….!
The six people dressed in black were one of the ones I had seen before……
…Mbah Karyo…!
Mbah Karyo is on the head of a white object that hmmm white fabric is dull….
He was stroking the head elus pocong with pigtails on it, and the pigtail was no longer white, already dirty from the ground!.
He also held the head of the pocong.it was as if the pocong was the person he loved. He stroked and held the head of the pocong whose face was currently facing opposite to the door of my room.
Actually I don't want to see that horrible scene, but I can't resist it, I can't turn away, I can't avoid.
I was forced to look at that horrible thing….
The fog of incense smoke is still soaring up to the ceiling of the house, the pungent smell of it from earlier has entered my lungs.
Now the people in black clothes were mumbling something, their voices were like those who were snacking or muttering.
I don't understand what they are saying but certainly Pak Karyo Pun said something more like a song using soft Javanese.
I couldn't avoid it, I was forced to look at what was in that living room continuously.
After a while, something terrible happened….
That pockered body…
The one whose head was on my lap was Karyo…
Pocong whose head is always glued by Karyo Mbah suddenly sat down!
I could no longer see what was in front of me, but I was forced to see the horrors that were in front of me.
One of the people in black clothes was adding to the Frankincense that was being burned, so that the smoke was getting thicker, the pungent smell was getting sharper.
Suddenly without me realizing that the pocong in the living room was in front of me…!
That formless jet-black face looked at me. That awful face looked at me on the sidelines of the incense smoke.
But suddenly the white thing became so big that it was twice as big as what I had seen.
After that I suddenly felt a great pain in my chest, like someone was hitting me so hard, that I ended up unconscious.
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“PERMISSIII….. PERMISSIONSIII..MR AGUUUUSSSSS!!!!”
I heard someone calling me from the outside.
I repeatedly called that call to my name
“PAK AGUUSSS.
I opened my eyes slowly. Thank God I can see again.
Scroll through the bedroom window, it turns out the sunlight has penetrated the window grille. I saw the oil lamp on the wall of the room…
“Yes God the lamp is still alive”
I tried to move my legs first, but I could. Then I tried to move my hands and my whole body.
“I can move my whole body yes Allah!”
“SEBENTAAARRR I WILL KELUAAAR” I reply yelling
I sat on the bedside, and I saw a gap between the floor and the door. It turns out that in the living room the petromak lights are still bright.
Means I had a dream last night…
A very real and terrible dream, I touched my chest because I felt something strange with my chest
It turned out that there was a bruise on my chest, and it hurt a lot!
“PERMISSIONII MR AGUUUUUSSS!” yelled at the man outside again
“Gosh until I forget, outside there will be people who are calling me”
I hurried out of the kama, I opened the door….
It turns out that the furniture of the house does not change, remains in its original position, nothing is moved to the side of the wall, nothing changes all the same as before.
But something was not right.In front of my room there was a burn of something.
“That's incense burn scars”
I was scared when I saw a burning object on my doorstep…
What happened last night, I thought it was just a dream, but why was my chest bruised from a punch, and why was there a burn of incense in front of my room?
The cold sweat back soaked my forehead I didn't think that what I thought was a dream last night turned out to be some, and came true.
“EXCUSE PAK AGUUUUSSSSS” shouted the person outside
“Jeez I forgot that there was someone outside waiting for me”
I opened the door, and then I went out into the yard…
It turned out that in front of the house there was a truck with an empty tub parked in front of the house
“Good morning Mr. Agus, well from earlier we have shouted heheheh” said the young man in front of the fence.
“That truck will take the finished pallet pack, whereas I am the one who replaced Mamad”
“My name is Burhan pak” said the young man carrying the rather heavy backpack
“Lho, I will not call the boss if there is a pallet ready to be transported”
“Hehehe has become a habit of ours Pak Agus” said the truck driver who then got off his truck
“Every three days we come here to take a ready-made pallet, this is all between Burhan mas as a replacement for Mamad