Time has passed, I don't realize that now I have entered junior high school, as you are following in this story, Widya and I are very close friends, we are even like inseparable sisters. Until we decided to go to the same school and luckily Widya and I were able to occupy the same class.
We also have male friends, their names are Reno and Dika. The two of them have also been friends since childhood, you could say that their history of friendship is the same as me and Widya.
Reno is a very mysterious type of person, he can be quiet but can also be a very talkative person. While Dika, a person who is easily offended, even though sometimes they are very annoying and like to annoy us, Reno and Dika are good friends.
That afternoon we met and talked at length, about whatever it was. Even though we have homework to complete, but if we do it as a group like this, we are engrossed in telling stories. But I can only listen to stories and occasionally laugh when there is a funny story from Widya.
Widya never misses stories in this village, even from hidden things she knows very well. Until finally one story from Widya made me listen seriously.
"You know Nimas, the tomb in our village?" she said very seriously.
"I know, what's the matter?" I said still relaxed.
"For the past few weeks, the villagers have been excited about the appearance of pocong there"
"Huh? Pocong?"
Widya nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! It's not only the residents who are bothered here, even the village neighbors and the vehicles passing there also saw the pocong apparition"
I paused to listen carefully. Actually, in the last few months I've often heard that some people are being disturbed by pocong ghosts, but I don't respond.
Let me explain about this pocong ghost, pocong is a ghost wrapped in a shroud, a white cloth that is usually used to wrap corpses before burial.
The shape of a human is only that from head to toe the body is wrapped in white cloth and has ties according to the shape of the body. He likes to jump and also fly, pocong jumps are usually very high. In one jump the height can reach 2-3 meters and land far in front of the road.
This pocong has a very terrible face, sometimes it is rotten and bloody and even looks like it is melting and its eyeballs are sticking out, there is also a face that is intact but very pale, eyes, nose and mouth are covered with cotton, and the last one is pocong which has a whole face but his skin was jet black and had lensless eyes.
Pocong is the scariest ghost in my opinion, it smells rotten but there is also a smell of flowers or the special perfume used by corpses. Usually the perfume is mixed with a very pungent camper. Alright, we'll return to Widya's story.
"You know Uncle Budi right? That night he wanted to go to work on the night shift. Around 9 pm he went and passed the main road beside the grave, when he was passing there suddenly his motorbike broke down on that road, he tried many times to start the motorbike but it still doesn't work
"Th... Then?" I asked getting tense, as if I was in Uncle Budi's position.
"Uncle Budi also checked his motorbike, maybe the gas ran out but suddenly a pocong appeared from the direction of the grave. Uncle Budi immediately ran away from his motorbike while screaming for help to the residents. This incident did not only happen to Uncle Budi, many vehicles passed by and broke down suddenly there and saw the pocong" said Widya with an expression that really animates her story.
"I'm surprised about our village, it feels like we're often terrorized by ghosts. In the past, it was the spirits of the drift victims who terrorized and now the pocong ghosts," I said.
"You are absolutely right," answered Widya, just realizing what I said. "People say the pocong ghost exists after Suri's grandmother dies"
"Ssst... It's not good to accuse or think badly of someone who has died"
"But it can't be that coincidence, right Nimas? Everyone also thinks that the pocong is the ghost of Suri's grandmother who wanders around. Is that true Nimas?"
"Huh... Why ask me!" I answered quickly.
"Because you understand mystical problems like this that's why I'm asking you, on the other hand I'm also curious"
"If you're curious why don't you just give it to Pocong and ask the ghost directly!" I replied annoyed.
Widya stared at me silently, her serious expression immediately changed with a grin that made me feel uncomfortable.
"That's a great idea, Nimas! We'll go there and reveal the secret," said Widya, laughing evilly in the style of an antagonist soap opera player who wants to do evil to hee victims.
"What??? We????"
"Yes we are! Oh yes I also want to invite Reno and also Dika to come with us. What a great idea right?!"
"Widya! Are you sane?" I said placing the back of my hand on his forehead.
"I'm sane Nimas, sane as sane!"
"But your idea is crazy Wid!"
"Hey honey. That was your idea, not mine. It was you who came up with the idea to ask the pocong right away," Widya replied, feeling satisfied that I had fallen into her trap.
Unlucky. So it hit me again, even though I didn't mean to say that on purpose but Widya actually agreed. "Widya, if you want to interview pocong, please do the interview yourself, I don't want to!"
Widya still looks at me with a pitiful face. But that's not going to make me melt, just going crazy to approach a ghost is the same as committing suicide. She thinks dealing with ghosts is easy huh!
"Anyway, Widya, we shouldn't bother them. The problem with whether the pocong figure is Mbah Suri or not, let each person think." I said then took a deep breath trying to give understanding to my friend.