Mysterious Warung (mysterious fiction)

When my family and I visited my grandmother's house in Ciamis, West Java, we happened to leave Jakarta at 12.00 noon and arrived in the Ciamis area just before sunset, because we often stopped on the way.

In 30 minutes we will arrive at grandma's house. But Dad wanted to go to the toilet and in the village we stopped at a dimly lit stall on the side of the road. The stall owner has a cold one. We wanted to take a ride in his toilet and he just nodded.

After my father defecated, my mother and I bought some snacks at the stall, such as cakes and bread and two bottles of nimanu. Once finished, we paid and took the change.

And arrived at grandmother's house. Because it was late at night when we arrived at grandma's house, we just went straight to sleep. And the next day I went to my grandmother whose father took a ride to the toilet at the stall at the intersection of Mengu Grandma's road.

To my surprise, there were no stalls because a month ago there was a fire and all the occupants died.

We feel that the cakes and bread we buy from there are not always towers of crackles. And even though all the food was burnt, the change was already gone. And we started permanently with grandma's story that the languk we met yesterday was a smooth languk.