Just when we arrived and were greeted with a terrible story like this, my neck immediately felt cold and got goosebumps. No wonder the village of Eve is unusually quiet.
"But what does that have to do with the slippers outside? Is it possible to make the house look quiet without anyone, so the ghost doesn't knock on the door?" I tried to guess in my heart. "But later... How do we get home?" I whispered to myself. Afraid, my dream imagines a dark and lonely way home.
I watched television in the living room while waiting for grandma to finish, miss Giri provided hot sweet tea and some snacks and occasionally we talked so we wouldn't get sleepy.
An hour later the grandmother finished massaging, the grandmother sat for a moment while drinking the hot tea that was already available on the table. "Don't worry Grandma, I'll take my motorbike home later," said Mr. Giri.
Hearing that I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that Mr. Giri wanted to take us home.
"Thank you, sorry to bother you," said the grandmother. I also saw the relief on her face. "But... Aren't our citizens also good? Want to help the victim. But why are they being terrorized by ghosts like that?" asked grandma again to open the conversation.
"That's Grandma, we don't understand either. But yesterday I attended a village meeting, the ustadz said we would pray by the river. Hopefully after that our village will be safe again and far from ghost disturbances," said Mr. Giri.
"That's very good, I hope everything goes smoothly and this village can be peaceful again" said the grandmother smiling softly.
after finishing our hot drinks we said goodbye to go home soon.
*****
In the afternoon, a sand miner, let's call him Tono, was resting in a hut on the bank of the Galo river. He sat while fanning with a hat made of woven bamboo, the man was resting for a while and was going home to worship at the mosque.
Klotak... Klotak... Pyaarr...
A clear sound of pebbles colliding with each other, the sand miner observed the sound he heard in his ear. The stones are like someone who is looking for something.
Tono looked right and left, looking for anyone who was still in the river area. According to his knowledge, his wife and other miners had already gone home earlier. Only he is still resting there.
Klotak... Klotak... Klotak... The sound of stones was heard again.
"Who is it?! Aunt, uncle?" shouted Tono making sure there were still people there.
"I sir!" there was an answer not far from where Tono sat.
Tono breathed a sigh of relief because it turned out that the sound was coming from someone, which he was afraid of if there were wild animals there.
"Who are you? What are you doing digging for rocks?" asked Tono while still wagging his hat.
But the voice did not answer, only the sound of stones colliding and being thrown. Tono tried to look at someone who was digging into it, but Tono still didn't see anyone there. "Are you not a resident here?" Tony asked again. He knew very well the voices of the people who were always with him to mine sand.
Again the voice didn't answer, Tono started to feel goosebumps. The air there is so uncomfortable. Tono was curious, he began to approach the direction of the sound. "Who are you?! What are you looking for?" he asked, he felt strange with the sound of rocks being scraped but no figure that he saw.
"I'm looking for my eyes, huuu huuu huu where are my eyes?" answered the voice sobbing.
Tono instantly limp, he realized who he had asked just now. The sound of scraping stones grew louder and more irregular. Tono's legs began to shake. "Huuu where are my eyes" the cry sounded again.
Tono immediately ran helter-skelter up onto the mainland screaming for help. Arriving at the village he told what he experienced while resting at the river.
What Tono experienced was immediately heard by all residents. Even for the time being, they stopped their activities by the river. There was anger from the residents, they had been helped but instead terrorized. Luckily, the Ustadz (religious figure in the village) gave an explanation so that the residents' anger subsided.
"Don't be angry, instead you have to feel sorry for him. He is still uneasy because some of his limbs are missing. Here's what, tomorrow night Friday we will hold a prayer together. Representatives from each community group must come along and help me send prayers for him," said the ustadz .
The residents nodded in agreement, the situation was quite dire at that time. The disturbance lasted quite a long time, maybe the spirit could not calm down because it was buried with incomplete limbs.
The disturbance from the ghost really scared the villagers, after late in the evening none of the residents dared to leave the house. As for them having to go in groups, then they dare.
While waiting for that day to come, the residents were forced to limit their activities on the banks of the river. The ghost really doesn't know the time, even during the day he dares to interfere. Even though it doesn't show its form, the ghost of the drift victim can always be heard crying, groaning while continuing to dig up the rocks on the river's edge.
Until finally Friday arrived, the villagers and the ustadz had gathered on the bank of the river to pray together. They pray for the wandering spirit so that it can go away in peace and not frighten the residents anymore.
We feel sorry for, but also feel annoyed because the ghost is so disturbing. But we are grateful, after praying together and approaching 40 days, the disturbance from the ghosts of the victims is no longer happening. Residents are very relieved that they can finally do their activities as usual.