Those Who Want My Body
Dead Lights

A little more, but a little more cravings. But Allah willed another, bi Rami breathed his last before his cravings were carried out.

Before, many people owned vehicles. If someone is sick, residents take royong to guide the sick to go for treatment using bamboo and sarongs.

My mother prevented me from leaving the house, when residents were about to pass by carrying a stretcher of the body of Rami bi who had just been brought home from the hospital.

"You don't go out of the house, I'm afraid you're being carried along by Rami."

I nodded, not understanding what mother's words meant. I was curious to peek out from behind the window. Although I did not see his body directly, I saw his large body from behind the sheath used to guide him.

Two days after bi Rami's funeral, residents around my house were shocked after hearing stories from mothers who had brought their children to the house bi Rami. This mother saw a pocong figure, lying next to her son who was asleep when left by him to cook sahur meal. So did me and the mother of a 40-day-old baby, apparently experiencing similar things.

Since then, mothers do not dare to shave their children's hair to bald. Or if you have to shave until bald, the family will gather in his house until the child's hair grows back.

The incident lasted approximately three to four years, until the husband of bi Rami remarried and lived with his wife outside the island. After that there were no more sightings of the pocong terrorizing children with bald heads.

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"Mas also remembered the incident. Good thing I never like to shave my hair until bald."

I don't know where the food that mas Anwar bought earlier, because at this time only martabak telor left two pieces.

Pats.

The electricity in my house went out.

"Yes..."

"Before a minute, find a flashlight first. You are patient. Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Though I put my phone not far away, but in the dark like this it is very difficult to find it.

At that time I did not know where the light source I saw, but it was enough to illuminate the dining room and kitchen.

How surprised I was, seeing Mas Anwar lying on the floor with a prone position whistling blood.

"Mas Anwar.. mas wake up! Why did it get like this? Mas... " I screamed while crying, trying to wake Anwar by shaking his body.

"Mas don't be quiet like this, get up." My tears are flowing more and more.

My eyes closed, feeling my face wet with tears. Slowly Anwar disappeared from my arms. I heard Anwar's voice calling my name.

"Aish wake. Aish." Mas Anwar patted my arm gently.

"Mas Anwar's..." I hugged Anwar tightly.

"Mas don't go, don't go..." I cried in his arms.

"Mas isn't going anywhere. It's here."

The words that came out of Anwar's mouth gave me peace of mind.

Chequek.

Even at this moment only heard the sound of the door opening, always surprised.

"You're awake, Aish. How are you doing now?" Mother asked me with a bowl of porridge that was still hot.

"I'm fine, ma'am, it was just a dream." I wiped the sweat from my neck.