Many have been said about Hantu Raya, and I have heard one where my aunt was caught in a situation when this so called ‘hantu raya’ appeared on her bed resembling my uncle (who was away in Europe at that time). When my aunt turned to ask uncle when did he arrived from Europe and sneaked into bed, all she could do was simply cry out “Allahuakbar!” and passed out. Later she dictated that she saw a huge, ugly, very hairy black being in bed beside her wanting to make love to her.
Years later, uncle had passed away, but noone seems to know what happened to aunt’s story of the makhluk she came face to face with.
Now hear my version –
I have not been able to sleep well since I cant remember when, and all I could assume was probably due to stress about work, home and especially financial matters. Every other night, I would be awakened at precisely about 3.30 am or so only to find myself in difficulty trying to get back to my beauty sleep. I’d get up and find chores to do – clean the kitchen, bathroom, do laundry, iron clothes, watch TV, VCD, listen to the radio and more often than not perform solat sunat and recite some verses from the holy Quran. This has been going on for perhaps the past 2 or 3 years.
Scene 1 – I was in a taxi back in 1996 or so, on my way to IKEA alone. Throughout the journey, the driver, an elderly Malay man, kept stealing glimpses of me from his rear mirror. I felt uneasy but neither was I keen to ask him why. Suddenly he said “Minta maaf ye pakcik bercakap … raut muka anak ni seolah-olah anak ni ada masalah dan dugaan berat dalam hidup. Rumah nenek kamu terbakar hangus sebelum datuk kamu meninggal kan? Nenek kamu meninggal genap sebulan selepas datuk kamu kan? Dan kamu ni ada masalah besar dengan suami kan? Anak ni banyak menaggung masalah orang lain kan?” – to which the answers were all YES.
His remarks woke me from my daydreaming self and I politely asked if he was from Kuala Kubu Bharu. He was not. But how would he know so much about me? About my family? When asked, his reply was “Ni ha orang yang duduk disebelah pakcik ni bagi tau.”
But there is no passenger beside him.
Damn, my hair stood on ends and “peluh sejuk” mula flow. I asked him to stop immediately, paid him the fare and stepped down. I continued the rest of the journey on foot till I reached IKEA.
Scene 2 – In 2006 accompanied mum and dad to Pasar Chow Kit to buy some flowers and limau’s for some mandi bunga purpose (not for me okay). Dad knows the pakcik who runs a small stall selling stuff for similar ritual needs ie kemenyan, limau purut, limau nipis, flowers of all types and colours. As we approached, they exchanged “salams” and dad told him to pack 7 types of flowers and some limau’s for a mandi bunga for someone. Thinking it was for me, he claimed “Untuk anak ni ke? Tak perlu, dah ada 2 orang hulubalang gagah jaga dia kiri kanan….” I could only hear myself utter “Astaghfirullahilazim …… what the f _ _ _.”
Scene 3 – Last Friday nite, despite feeling feverish and having a bad sore throat, obliged to my neighbour’s favour to accompany her to see a “healer” to seek air Yassin as penerang hati for her son. Whilst chanting verses recognized as surah Yassin, Pak Din stole glimpses at me every now and then. Feeling uneasy I thought to myself “Awat gatal nya orang tua ni dok pandang2 aku.” Wati noticed and when he was finished, introduced me to Pak Din.
“Pak Din, ini bukan orang lain. Ini Mossavi, jiran saya. Saya minta dia temankan saya malam ni sebab dia pun tinggal sorang je kat rumah. Anak2 dia gi rumah bekas suami dia.”
This time he looked at me straight but passed me …. “Dah lama ke dengan dia?”
Both me and Wati were puzzled.
Pak Din continued “Kalau kamu senang dengan dia takpe lah, tapi benda tak elok buat apa simpan. Satu hari nanti dia makan diri.”
Despite shivering feverishly, I said to myself “Apa hal orang tua ni?”
Wati broke the silence and asked “Kenapa Pak Din? Pak Din bercakap dgn siapa?”
Pak Din – “Kawan awak Mossavi lah. Kalau iya pun nak buat kawan, kawan lah dengan saka yang baik baik. Jangan kawan dengan makhluk macam tu.”
Both me and Wati – “Haaaaahhh??!! Makhluk macam mana?”
Pak Din – “Kamu tak tau ke?”
I shook my head. Extremely puzzled beyond words.
Pak Din – “Astaghfirullahilazim ……… bukan kamu punya la ni?”
I shook again. This time wanting him to explain what the hell is going on!
Pak Din – “Baiklah …. benda yang ikut anak ni dah lama dengan kamu. Pakcik ingat kamu yang punya. Dia tak bertuan lah ni, tersangkut dengan kamu. Hati hati. Dia mencari pasangan untuk bersama. Kebetulan kamu memang tidak bersuami ….”
Damn my hair stood on its ends again …….. “Apa dia Pak Din? Siapa dia?”
Pak Din – “Dia besar, hitam dan banyak bulu. Hantu raya lah. Kamu selalu mimpi tak?”
Mossavi – “Memang la semua orang bermimpi!”
Pak Din – “Maksud pakcik, kamu tak senang tidur. Maksud pakcik dia mengajak kamu bersama sebab dia sedang mencari pasangan.”
All I could do was swallow my salliva ……. as they accumulate along my air passageway ….. took a deep breath and uttered ASTAGHFIRULLAHILAZIM …. I put up the night at Wati’s for obvious reasons surely.
*** Got to discuss with mum, what the hell is going on? ………………