Spooky Story

Neighbor's Pocong: Don't Disturb (Part 2)

The cargo approached, Amprung got up and ran away with all his might. Every now and then he looked back, the angkot kept chasing him. There is a small road on the right, Amprung turn to the road so that angkot can not follow it again.

After trying to find a way home by walking through the village, Amprung finally managed to get home. He banged on the door very hard, his breathing was wheezing, occasionally he looked back for fear of a pocong following him.

“Tika! Open door!”

Not long after, the door sounded a sign that someone was opening it.

“Where the hell, Sir?” Tika still rubbed her sleepy eyes. She was angry at her husband's behavior.

Without answering, Amprung barged in. Tika was surprised by her husband's behavior, lest he be chased by residents again because of the thief.

“Why are you, sir? Moving again?!” Tika approached her husband.

“Udah don't talk much. Close the door!” Amprung was angry.

Tika shook the head of the sabil clucked in annoyance. I don't think he could live with that man anymore. From the first Amprung habits never change, happy to move and gamble. During this time who supports the family even Tika, he sells sitting at SDN Sukaresmi, where his children go to school.

“Pak, that's who's outside?” Tika peeked out from behind the window.

“Tik...! don't get peeked!” siss Amprung.

Tika went to memorize her husband who was lying in fear on the sofa butut.

“He keeps looking at our house, sir. I can't see her face that faint,” said Tika.

Amprung pulled his wife's arm into the room. There was their daughter who was sleeping. The door to the room was then sealed.

“My money...,” someone tapped on the room window, followed by a moan asking for money.

“Pak, whose money did you make?”

“Satan, Mah. Devil money!” Amprung frowned, his body trembled.

“Hah satan? How can?” Tika. Their bedroom door glass is still knocked.

“I stole alms money of the dead,” whispered Amprung.

“Bags you Sir. Don't be the money Mr. Rusdi!” Tika was surprised, she was really angry.

“You mean?”

“Pak therefore if you already have a wife child do not wander off unclear! That's our neighbor Mr. Rusdi died this morning. His body was taken to the village where he was born. When it is finished, the money is lost, something is stolen. Turns out you were the thief sir.”

Tika put away her husband's arm, he then went to the window, the pocong was still outside. He tapped on the window of the room by banging his head.

“Ampun, Mr. Rusdi. Don't bother us,” Tika raised her voice.

“My money... give me my money back,” said the pocong from outside.

“Pak, how much money did you steal?”

Amprung shook his head, “I don't know. That's a lot, a wad,” replied Amprung.

“You used the money gambling?”

Amprung nodded, reflexively just hand Tika slapped her husband's face.

“Stupid you, Sir!”

The windows are getting harder.

“Ampun Mr. Rusdi. I promise tomorrow I'll return the money,” Amprung said.

Tika turned to her husband with an annoyed facial expression, “Where's it from?” whispered Tika.

“Any thing I will try,” replied Amprung.

The sound of knocking slowly disappeared. Tika opened a little window curtain, it turned out that the pocong was gone.

***

The next morning, as Tika passed in front of her neighbor's house, she saw Jubaidah crying on the porch of the house. Her husband and two children tried to calm Jubaidah, the woman was still not sincere alms money his father stolen people. That was his savings for years.

“Mother why?” amila asked, he looked up to Tika who suddenly accelerated.

“Nothing, Son. Come on later you are late to class,” Tika pulled her child's arm, asked her to speed up the step.

Amila turned to look at the guava tree, “Bu there is someone who is looking at us,” he said as he pointed.

Tika noticed the guava tree on the side of the road, but there was no one there.

“Udah let's go quickly,” Tika knows it must be a pocong overnight that still follows him.