Grudge of Grief: Kasyaf
ghost of Mbah Ijah?

   “Udah, nduk! Iklasin, yes! Don't get too tangled up! Let Mbah Ijah not burdened”

Maryati's voice echoed in the hospital morgue. The autopsy process has been completed, and they have finished undergoing examination as witnesses of the alleged robbery at the house Mbah Ijah.

Currently, Icha was staring at the face of the deceased Mbah Ijah. There's a scar over there. There were also incisions from the autopsy. The nurse who was on guard did not allow Icha to remove the cover of the body Mbah Ijah. The reason is to maintain the mood of Icha and family. Because there are incisions also due to autopsy.

   “We're ahead, yuk! Let Mbah Ijah's body be prepared by the officer” invite Maryati ma'am.

   “Iya, bu” reply Icha clean.

They both came out of the morgue. In front of the door, Tika was waiting with Mr. Sigit. He did not come in because he was afraid. They also moved to the place to pick up the bodies.

   “Mbakwas. His symbolic coke left?”

The voice of a child shocked the four of them. Icha who most first turned his head.he had turned his head also in the direction that the child pointed.

   “You show who the hell, dek?” ask a young mother next to him.

   “It. Sewage princess in front of door” replied the boy.

   “She's sad. Nangis tuh dinggal” continued the boy.

Icha was confused by the little boy's words. In reality there was no one at the door of the morgue.

  “Bu. don't-don't, “ says Tika lirih.

   “Sorry my son yes ma'am. He likes to play prank. Same habits tantenya, like ceng-cengan” said the mother apologized.

   “Oh, yes. No papa, bu” replied ma Maryati with a bitter smile.

   “Introduction, bu” says mom.

   “Please” replied bu Maryati.

The little boy was immediately pulled by his mother away from Maryati and family. While Icha was still pensively staring at the morgue door. While shedding tears, he offered a prayer for the deceased Mbah Ijah.

      Krieeets

The morgue door suddenly opened. And a nurse came out looking left and right. And a bed he pulled out. It turned out to be the deathbed of Mbah Ijah. Together they escorted the bed to the pick-up place.

   “Icha join ambulance yes, bu?” Icha Permit.

   “Mother temenin, yes?” answer Maryati.

   “Bu”

Tika objected to her mother's decision. He was still scared after that from the morgue. He wants to be accompanied by his mother.

   “Yes already, Icha same father, bu” said Pak Sigit mediate.

They agreed. Icha joins the hearse with her father, while Maryati's mother accompanies Tika in the tub car.

This afternoon, the residents were busy preparing the funeral of Mbah Ijah. The old woman who lived in that kara, had absolutely no children or grandchildren who could take care of it. Because of his kindness during life, the citizens willingly prepared everything.

Without being asked, the residents directly surgically prepared earth, preparing burrows for the bodies. And other equipment as well. The other residents have also gathered in the village mosque, waiting for the bodies to be sholated.

Icha to cry again, between sad and moved, saw almost all villagers standing parallel to the solicitation of the deceased Mbah Ijah. Which implies that Mbah Ijah had no enemies during his life.

Likewise, when the body is about to be buried, scrambling residents want to carry the corpse of the deceased. Until he arrived at his tomb, I don't know how many twelve people took turns carrying it. Icha is crying, especially during prayer. He remained in his place, when the others had gone home.

   “Udah, nduk. Mbah Ijah was calm. Let him rest!” reprimand ma'am Maryati.

It took several persuasions for Icha to go home. He was still devastated, he still felt very lost to the figure that was paddling him after his mother. Some of his peers, not so he noticed when addressing him. The one who asked him the news was also only he replied soberly. His heart was still reluctant to reunion.

At the mosque, Maryati's mother invited Icha to stop for a moment. Because it turns out that there are people who stop by the mosque first. There are just washing hands and feet, there are those who wash hoes, there are also those who discuss tahlilan.

The fathers agreed to hold tahlilan in mushola for the next seven days, to pray almarhumah mbah Ijah.

Some mothers agreed to make a notch for tahlilan. So is bu Sari, the new wife of his father Icha. As a cloth merchant of clothing materials that became a reference for many tailors, making him want to contribute. With his financial ability, he stated that he would bear the main menu.

Because Icha seemed unfocused on the topic and more pensive, Maryati took the initiative to leave first. He said Icha needs a break.

Without any more ba bi bu, the residents immediately let them go home first. They understand, because the family of Maryati mother is the closest to the late house.

   “Dek. No need to cook, yes!”

Mr. Sigit, who had just returned from the mosque, gave information.

   “Loh. Why, mas?” ask Maryati ma'am.

   “Tadi, Sari got chicken support from yu Tinah. Thirty tails, already clean” replied Mr. Sigit.

   “That's a lot, mas?” ask Maryati ma'am.

   “Iya. Not only come to mushola aja dapet. The one at home is also keparti”

   “Yang ive is still fifty tails. Noh, in the cage”

   “Wit. Very good yu Tinah. Thanks for the chicken not about”

   “Iya. He said, he could be like now because of the same dooain mbah Ijah the deceased. He felt guilty, so successful, not even nengokin Mbah Ijah. Know-know 'already died”

   “Ya Alloh. Hopefully welcome with Gusti Alloh yes, mas”

   “Iya, deck. Amens. So don't cook first! I've already dimasakin” order Mr. Sigit.

   “Iya, mas” replied ma'am Maryati.

Hearing the greetings of his father and mother other than usual, making Icha who was sad could laugh. Tika who was playing mobile phone nudged her brother's arm. He also felt strange. But for Icha, it's a sign of their romantic return. And that's a good start.

When the surup arrived, Icha seemed to have prepared with the mukena and the alphabet.

   “Mbakwas. We go first, yuk!” take Tika.

   “Still surup, dek” reply Icha.

   “Instead it. We are maghriban in mushola. And just now Tika saw, food for tahlilan has begun to be brought. I think you want to mix on the terrace bu Supin, deh” said Tika explained.

   “Where is the cooking?”

   “In hell” reply Tika origin.

   “Ha? Hell?”

Not only Icha, Maryati and Sigit were also confused by Tika's answer.

   “Iya. Source of all hot”

In my heart Icha wanted to laugh, but still lost with her sadness. He just smiled amusedly. He understood the place that his sister named hell.

   “Rules from earlier, if you have such an idea. This really wants magrib, dek”

   “Ya mending's. From the entar abis salat, even the first other”

   “Serious?”

   “Yes yes, lah. What is it, anyway?”

Tika insists on going to the mushola. Icha just nodded while smashing her lips.

Not about the presumption of neighbors that he was worried about, but towards the mosque there, had to pass through a place that was no less creepy than the teak cowboy. Maybe Tika forgot, if the time of e-mail was even more dangerous than night.

   “Bu. Tika to mushola first, huh?” pamitnya to his mother.

   “Ati-ati, yes!” answer Maryati.

Tika went straight to the back door, without salim to her father. Behind her, Icha was shaking her head.

   “Icha come with Tika yes, ma?” pamit Icha's.

   “Do not dream!” answer Maryati. Icha nodded.

   “Pak”

Icha salim also to his father. Mr. Sigit had stroked Icha's head. When Icha raised his head, his father's eyes looked swollen. But his lips are smiling. Ichapun went after his sister.

   “Ayo” invite Icha.

They also begin their journey. They discussed which way. They decided to pass down, because faster, not rotate. But either way, in front of later, the road would meet in front of the bamboo grove known to the wingit.

   “Introduction, mbak”

The sound of a boy. When they turned their heads, there were three boys who bowed before them, then ran small while joking.

   “Eh. Very good, they” comments Icha.

   “Iya, lah. Three years have passed, ma'am. But basically the three of them are a trio of giraffes, bongsor” said Tika.

   “Awlt?” Icha laughed at her sister's answer.

The three boys were quite fast as well. In just a moment, they were already invisible to Icha. Closed turns that are either already in the bend to how much.

   “TOLOOONG”

I heard a cry for help from the front. The attention of the two of them immediately seized to the front, not long after, the three boys were seen running towards them.

   “Eh uh, what's up?” tika asked, when they were close.

   “ADA MBAH IJAAAAAH”