Spooky Story
Neighbor's Pocong: Warteg Assignment (Part 5)
“Only the glass that fell,” Amprung stroked his chest, the bottle was still safe.
He took the bottle and put it back in the closet. That night they slept accompanied by a noise from inside the bottle which was very disturbing. Tomorrow morning, Amprung will come back to Mbah Goto, who knows he can overcome this problem. If you can, it feels like Amprung wants to give the bottle to Mbah Goto. He can't keep it anymore.
The next day, Amprung came to Mbah Goto's house. As usual the shaman was relaxing on his couch. Mbah Goto does not look like a shaman in general, more like an ordinary person who likes to watch TV.
“You keep it at home. Eh you know, the pocong in the bottle can make you kayak,” Mbah Goto said.
“How to, Mbah?”
“You tried to open warteg. Put the bottle in the kitchen, your trade must be in demand.”
“No capital, Mbah.”
Mbah Goto shook his head. He got up from his seat and picked up a cardboard box from the closet. Inside the box was a pile of money a hundred thousand, no matter how many. He counted some money and handed it to Amprung.
“It's three million. You open warteg in Kliwon.” market
“Serious, Mbah?”
“Iya, just take it. I'm glad I can help people. Be careful not to break the bottle, you take good care.”
“Thank you Mbah,” Amprung repeatedly kissed Mbah Goto's hand.
***
Without much thought, Amprung rented a kiosk at the Kliwon market. The kiosk he got from a gambling friend, the price has been dinego all out so that it can be paid monthly and quite cheap. The cost is only five hundred thousand per month.
Tika eventually switched professions to become a caretaker of the warteg. The first day it opened, he did not cook too much for fear of not running out. In fact, only three hours open, Tika's trade is gone. Wartegnya many visitors. The bottle really brings good luck.
“Outdated, Tik,” pinta Amprung.
“We'll be rich!” amprung face semringah.
There is actually something strange about Tika's cooking. According to one customer, if they eat in the warteg it tastes very good and delicious, but if the food is wrapped and brought to the house it feels so bland. Less delicious.
Even so, Amprung's warteg customers are getting more and more. From month to month, his warteg business is progressing. He made a huge profit so he could pay employees. No one knows that in the kitchen of the warteg there is a bottle of pocong that became their vending device. Every night the bottle still boils, but no one realizes it.
“Pak, as good as we go back to the money you once stole.”
“Don't Tika. You are such a fool! The pocong will leave. How are we trading?”
Tika bowed, Amprung stroked his wife's shoulder.
“You don't worry as long as the pocong is locked up, we'll be fine. And most importantly..”.
Amprung close his mouth to Tika's ears, “Our hands are selling,” whispered.
***
One day, there was a commotion in his newspaper Amprung. An indigo boy goes on a rampage when his father is about to stop by Amprung's warteg. He did not want to enter the warteg because he saw so many supernatural beings in it.
“Dad to eat for a minute, Nak.”
“Ndon't want Daddy. Don't eat there,” he points into the warteg Amprung. From his stature, it could be seen that the child was only six years old.
“Nothing for a while doang, really. This Abis we go home,” his father pulls the boy's arm.
“Ngak Well. Look at that many demons. It was on the plate also a lot of worms!”
Finally his father obeyed the child's will, he did not eat in his newspaper Amprung. Customers also lose their appetite. Hurry to pay and leave without finishing food.
