Spooky Story
Neighbor's Pocong: An Antidote to Pocong (Part 3)
In the morning, Amprung was already in Kliwon market. Market visitors are crowded, traders are busy serving buyers. Including Sardi who is a seller of cut chicken. In the midst of his busy life, Amprung came to Sardi.
“Please me, Di.”
“What else, Prung?” sardi asked while he was busy cutting chicken.
“I chased pocong.”
Sardi laughed when he heard it.
“Pocong? Times now where there are pocongs, Prung. You're making it up.”
“This is serious, last night I was visited by a pocong. It's all my fault, Di.”
“What's wrong with you?” Sardi while busy crafting the chicken cut and wrapped it.
“I stole the alms money,” whispered softly in Sardi's ear.
“Hah? Are you crazy?” Sardi slashed his machete on a wooden platter and turned to Amprung.
“Whose body?” continued Sardi.
“Tentangaku, In.”
Sardi shook his head, he retracted his machete.
“You must return it, Prung.”
“It's a lot of money and I can't give it back, Di. You know not a shaman's place near here.”
“There is in Cilengkong village. Mbah Goto his name, he's a powerful shaman. You go there, who knows he can help.”
Amprung nodded. Sardi was kind enough to help Amprung. He gave even two hundred thousand to Amprung in order to pay the shaman.
That morning, Amprung went to Cilengkong village by riding an ojek. The road to the village was broken, pebbled, there were many holes in the middle of the road that was flooded with rainwater. After about twenty minutes of travel, finally Amprung arrived in the village of Cilengkong.
Mbah Goto's house is fairly good, the paint is white, the fence of the house is painted green, green color, in front of the fence there is a banner that reads ‘Tabib Alternative Medicine’ in addition to shamans it turns out Mbah is also a healer who used to treat diseases of delivery alias witchcraft.
“This is true Mbah Goto's house?” ask the taxi driver.
“Iya right, I have been here once,” he replied.
Amprung paid the fare and then stepped towards the gate of Mbah Goto's house.
“Excuse me,” Amprung knocked on the gate lock, making a loud noise.
From inside the house appeared a woman who was about thirty years old, she was wearing a negligee, her hair tied back. With a smile he approached Amprung.
“Iya, Mas. What is the need, huh?” the woman asked, opening the gate.
“I want to meet Mbah Goto. Is he home?”
“Ada Mas's. Please login.”
Amprung was brought into the house. He was amazed to see the contents of Mbah Goto's house, a large collection of statues made of wood.
“Be sure to enter,” heard the voice of the old man from inside the room.
“Please Mas. Just go to Mbah.”'s room
Amprung politely entered Mbah Goto's room. There he saw Mbah Goto relaxing on the sofa watching TV, his legs propped up to the table, he turned to Amprung.
“Please sit down,” Mbah Goto lowered his legs, he shifted to give a place to Amprung.
“Thank you Mbah. I Amprung, I want to ask for help Mbah.”
Mbah Goto still pay attention to the TV screen that shows old cartoon films, sometimes he laughs. Amprung began to doubt that Mbah Goto was a magic shaman.
“What problem?” mbah Goto asked, he put his foot back on the table.
“Pursued pocong, Mbah.”
Mbah Goto even laughed out loud, he now turned towards Amprung. Unasked, Amprung told him what he had done until the pocong went after him. Mbah Goto nodded but he instead focused back on the TV.
“Pocong was asking for the money back, but you can't afford.”
“Iya Mbah's. Please help me let that pocong go.”
Mbah Goto turned off the TV, he exhaled heavily and slowly got up.
He took out a bottle from the closet.
“If the pocong comes back to your house. You open the bottle. Later he will be locked in a bottle.”
Amprung smiled, “Terus if I have been locked later the bottle I did Mbah?”
“You keep well not to break. The pocong can later bring good luck as well.”
“Serious, Mbah?”
“Iya. Here take.”
Amprung grabbed the convex bottle. But suddenly his facial expression flattened back, he had yet to ask the price of the bottle.
“How much does Mbah cost?”
“Free. Just take. I know you're a hard man,” Mbah Goto laughed, he turned on the TV again and continued watching cartoons.
Amprung repeatedly thanked him and then said goodbye from before Mbah Goto.
***
Later that night, when Amprung's son was asleep, he and his wife prepared at the window of the house. They peeked out from behind the window, looking for the whereabouts of the pocong. Right at 12 pm, a thick smoke was seen spraying in front of their house. As the smoke cleared, a pocong stood there.
“My money..,” og the pocong.
Amprung ventured, he opened the door of the house and thrust the bottle towards the pocong. Instantly, the pocong turned back into a wisp of smoke and was sucked into the bottle.
“Mampus you!” Amprung laughs.
