Those Who Want My Body
Pockmarks

Maybe not everyone can 'see' like me, believe it or not in fact I experience it myself. I still remember very well the first page could see 'them'. I was only seven years old. At two o'clock in the morning woke up to hear the sound of people waking up for sahur, yes. I opened my eyes slowly while continuing to rub my eyes because drowsiness was still felt. At first I thought it was just a hallucination or a dream. But after completely waking up from my sleep, I saw the figure of a pocong lying in front of my open bedroom door. I kept calling my mother and father, but they were busy preparing food for sahur. The pocong suddenly moved like it was being dragged. I pulled my blanket over all the bodies and buried my head into the pillow. Slowly my blanket seemed like something was pulling from the direction of my feet. Little by little, my blanket began to open.

"Aishis.. Aishis.. Aishwa..." Shouted mom calling my name.

"From earlier I called no nyahut."

"Ma. ma. sorry ma'am, Aish.. Aish, I didn't hear your mother's voice." I answered with breath.

"Aish why? What was? Whose mistress, look over here?"

"Aishis.. Aish saw pocong ma'am. Aish is scared." Whiney.

Mom just laughed curiously, mom said the fasting month was Satan chained so as not to disturb humans. Could it be that I was just a dream? But what I saw felt so real.

***

Suddenly Mas Anwar hugged me from behind, put his head on my shoulder. Her perfume was stinging, as if she was wearing a single bottle of perfume for one use. Although stinging, the perfume is so fragrant, until I feel happy when I smell the perfume.

"Ngeliatin what the hell? Seriously so?"

"What the hell, don't hug. Shame, I'll see you."

"Why? Gabby? Same as my own wife."

"Then know me."I took off Anwar's arms.

Then I took Anwar to sit in the living room and tell my first 'look' experience to Anwar, which made me stand in front of my room first. He was so excited every time I told him things that reeked of horror, because Anwar was a fan of horror movies. All I know is that the computers in the house are mostly horror movies.

"It seems incomplete if you hear your story without coffee. Can I have a coffee?" Ask while teasing me.

"Buuuu... The sugar runs out huh?" My yelling.

"It doesn't sound like mom, so why do the kitchen lights go out like this. Dark like this, looking for sugar is getting harder. Ah. probably on the shelf over the sugar." Mumbles

Krrrreeeeeeee.

The shelf door opened by itself just before my hand touched the doorknob. A gentle breeze gently flew away the strands of my veil. A shadow passed through the kitchen door.

"Massat... Buu... " I thought it might be Mas Anwar or mom.

I paused my intention to find out who passed by, I focused back on the coffee. Mas Anwar must have waited a long time, because I was looking for sugar first.

Braaaakk.

The kitchen door closed by itself. I screamed because my hand was splashed with hot water when I was surprised to hear the door close. Mom and Anwar ran up to me, with panicked and worried faces.

"Astaghfirullah, what's up Aish. Why hands?" Ask your mom with a panicked face.

While Mas Anwar immediately pulled my hand as soon as I knew my hand was doused in hot water, took me to the sink and doused my hand with tap water.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask for coffee."

"It's okay, it's just a little bit painful."

"Are you..?" Asked Anwar as if he understood what I was going through.