Spooky Story
Neighbor's Pocong: The Money of Death (Part 1)
Amprung was unconscious on the side of the road. He was barefoot and only wore knee-length levis pants so that the eagle tattoo on his chest could be clearly seen. His skin is brown, his hair is shaved by a comb, his stomach is distended, he looks shabby like unkempt.
One or two cars of sand truck passing through Amprung. The car didn't bother him at all. Two empty beer bottles lay beside Amprung. Both of his legs are nyker, no wonder where his footwear is.
Last night was a long night for Amprung. He loses gambling at the Kliwon market and is thrown away by a roadside truck driver. Amprung is a big gambler. His friends at the Kliwon market were street vendors who, if night, gambled with Amprung.
Amprung's fate is always bad, he loses more often than wins. Like last night, after selling stolen chili from his neighbor's garden, Amprung immediately went to Kliwon market to play dice gambling. Initially Amprung had won, the money increased many times. Unfortunately he even returned to losing and all his money was lost.
"Your money's up, how else?" ask Kohar, a catfish trader who gambles.
"Yes Amprung. Already there go home," Sukarta the bookie who also works as a vegetable trader drove out Amprung while laughing.
"Before Bang. I still want to play this, "Amprung is still curious, he is sure that if he continues to play will definitely win.
"Yes, what are you wearing?" Kohar is Amprung.
"Yuk, plug it in," take the city. Five people threw their money on the dice board.
It is very easy to play this game. When the dealer has given a warning to play, gamblers just put their money on a board that shows the details of the value of the dice, a kind of picture on the gaple card.
Amprung was dumbfounded to see them play, "You'd better put number six" Amprung advised one of the gamblers.
"Huh, shut up, you" he won't take the loser's advice.
After one game is over, Amprung milirik Sardi, his friend one village.
"Dude, I want to owe you money first" whispered Amprung.
"Which you haven't paid last week either, Prung," Sardi was upset.
"This is the last one. I promise I'll pay."
By force, Sardi lent him the money. Amprung then gambled back. Unfortunately, he lost and all his money ran out. Amprung gave up, he felt enough for tonight. Time home.
But his friends did not let him go home. They even invited him to drink a free beer. That cheap beer they bought on the side of the road. Amprung is drunk, one of his friends accidentally prank Amprung. He was stripped naked and put on a rice truck and the next morning the truck driver dumped Amprung on the side of the road.
From a distance a truck driver noticed that someone was sleeping on the side of the road. The driver honked as he passed in front of Amprung. Instantly, Amprung's head moved, he finally regained consciousness. Amprung tried to get up. From a distance, he heard voices from the mosque spiker.
"Innalillahi wainnalillahi rojiun, has returned to the grace of Allah..," suddenly a pickup car passed by, his voice disturbing Amprung's hearing.
As soon as Amprung left, he went to the source of the sound. Behind the house of one of the residents, Amprung hid, he stole a cocoa shirt and sarong in the clothesline and wore it. No one recognized Amprung, he mixed with the crowd in the courtyard of the mosque to pray the body.
Unintentionally, Amprung sees a thick envelope lying under the table. It was money for a corpse alms, Amprung smiled. His criminal soul appeared, slowly he approached the table and managed to steal a wad of money. He then went from the crowd of citizens, later that night the money will be used to gamble. After the funeral prayer, the family panicked, they cried because the money was stolen.
"Whoever steals my father's alms money. I swear it's haunted by a pocong!"
Shouted Jubaidah while crying.
***
Amprung did not immediately go home.The money he brought to the market Kliwon to gamble. And again he lost, all his money was lost, he even owed it to his friend.
"Don't go home first. We're going to mabok again, Prung," take his friend.
"No ah. You have the same heart as me" Amprung removed his friend's arm from his own shoulder.
"This time we won't be jahilin you again, Prung."
"No. I'm sleepy to go home. From yesterday I haven't been home, my wife must be worried.
Amprung back in the angkot. Angkot is operating 24 hours. It just so happened that he boarded a deserted passenger. Throughout the trip Amprung tried to chat with the angkot driver, but the driver only answered briefly like being lazy to talk to.
While crossing the bamboo plantation, from the back glass of the angkot, Amprung saw the shadow of a person standing in the middle of the road. Strangely, even though the angkot he was riding kept on going, the shadow did not want to disappear.
"Any," Amprung shook his head.
Amprung noticed instead of getting further away, the shadow was getting closer.
"Sir, there are people who follow us" Amprung told the transport driver.
"Where's my money?" instead of answering, the driver asked for money.
"Money?" Amprung turned towards the steering wheel.
Amprung shouted, he was surprised to see a pocong on the steering wheel. He then jumped from the angkot and fell onto the asphalt. His legs and arms are bleeding. The transport stopped and slowly walked back towards Amprung who was still in pain
