Kuntilanak Fetal Eater
episode 8 of karso

"what happened to my daughter?" why did this have to happen to her?" mbah karsoh lirih.

He drew in his cigar cigarette suction and exhaled the smoke until it filled around his face and then the smoke disappeared into the wind.

"take..bapak to mala's house first huh?" yelled Mbah karso to his wife who was in the kitchen.

"yes sir e. wait a moment, mbok want nitipin fried chicken for mala. will not recover." reply mbok Darmi, who walked to the terrace of the house.

"this sir, give to Mala. the mbok tipped greetings yes, later that afternoon the mbok there." said mbok Darmi explained.

mbah karso nodded his head and then moved from his chair to pass from his wife and disappeared in the corner of the road.

"eeh.see that, Mbah karsoh passing by. go where he is," said Miss Dewi to mbak Ratna" coincidentally this morning they were shopping in the cart and vegetable seller.

"yes, to Mala's house, her son. it's his house that way." replied Ratna relaxed.

"what the hell did he bring? in a crackle bag?" said Miss Dewi again." with her tone.

"food times, Mala has not recovered.so bring food so Mala does not bother cooking." said Ms. Ratna chimed.

"don't the food has been winnowed, so that later Mala, if pregnant again the fetus becomes a tumbal" said Miss Nyerocos.

"huuus. don't su'udzon, sin tau." said Mbak mala advised.

"we'll see later." said Miss Ketus.

mbak Ratna and Ikang greens looked at each other, then shook their heads together.

****

"Assallammualaikum. said mbak Karso saluted.

"wa'alaikum salam." replied Mala from inside the house, then opened the door.

kreeeeek.sound door opened.it appears Mala is on the doorstep.

"Bapaaak. enter sir" said Mala happily. invite her father to enter the house.

then Mbah Karso sat in the guest chair.

"where is mbok sir?" say Mala again.

"still take care of the house" Mbah Karso explained.

"this is a deposit from your brother, and he sends greetings.later the mbok follows here." said mbak Karso again.

"what is this, sir?" mala asked her father.

"said the fried chicken mbok.maybe you have not cooked" said Mbah Karso again.

"thank you, Mr. E." said Mala, smiling.

"i live in the kitchen first yes sir.napak sit first. if you want to watch the television remote is near the TV." said Mala.

" oh yes sir, what do you want Mala to make you drink? mala said, looking back.

" black coffee just hook. paknsa little sleepy this morning". Mbah Karsoh said.

Mala nodded in understanding.

mbah Karso grabbed the remote that was on the TV desk, then turned on the screen.

****

in the kitchen Mala turned on the stove, cooking water to brew coffee ordered by his father.

waiting for the water to boil, Mala made a black plastic crackle, removing the contents. There are several pieces of fried chicken for the mbok.

"heeeemmm it smells so good.which I haven't had breakfast yet." Mala said, then took a piece of fried chicken thigh and devoured it. Leaving the chicken bones with a hint of bloodstain, which is still attached to the ringing. mumgkin cooking factors that are less so mature.

boiling water, Mala brewed bitter black coffee ordered by the father.put a coffee cup with a mini-sized glass plate base along with a tablespoon to stir the coffee.

Mala moved to the guest room, wanting to give to the father who was busy memomton Television broadcast.

"Sir, this coffee is ready" Mala said as she placed it on the table.

"thank you." said Mbah Karso who is still focused on watching TV.

"Roni, where's your husband? why hasn't it been seen since you came here.?" mbah Karso

"mas Roni was already in work sir. because his foreman called this morning, there are many items that must be sent" Mala explained.

Roni her husband works in a fertilizer warehouse, and has two days off, so today inevitably have to return to work, even though his wife has not recovered her health after a miscarriage.

"sir, Mala breakfast first yes.pak.mau take breakfast all of you? mala offers.

Mala nodded, as she passed towards the kitchen.

Mala saw the chicken thigh bone was shifted to the floor.

"why is this chicken bone on the floor? wasn't that on the table?" Mala muttered to herself.

"maybe my hand was shifted accidentally" said Mala berfkir positive.

then Mala took the plate she placed on the kitchen table.

when he was about to take the plate, Mala sniffed a foul odor.It seems he was familiar with the smell of iyu. But tried to ignore it, because his stomach was already rumbling.

Mala scoops rice from Magiccom her plate and then takes two pieces of chicken at once.

"chicken fried kalasan made by the mbok is the most delicious" said Mala while chewing her food.

unknowingly, Mala spent five pieces of fried chicken kalasn.

"heeeemm.knikmat really. and my stomach is full. I want to take a shower first." said mala. then quoted the chicken bones fell on the floor, and, and stack it into one with the remaining five pieces of bone in one poring container used for breakfast.

Mala put the plate in the washbasin and then went to the bathroom to clean themselves.

***

after finishing the bath, Mala rushed to her room.when going to the room, Mala saw her father.even fell asleep in the guest chair, and the coffee made has not been touched.

there was a snoring sound from Mbah Karso that was so clear.

"jeez the father. his coffee has not been drunk koq mala sleep." said Mala while shaking her head.

Mala went into the room, to copy her clothes and rest for a while.

unknowingly, Mala also fell asleep.unknowingly, the day was already approaching the Maghrib.

****

"Assalammlkm.." said mnok Darmi.

mbok Darmi arrived at Mala's house almost before Maghrib.

"why the house is very quiet instead of the father had come here" said mbok Darmi curious.

after a long wait, mbok Darmi tried to enter, the door was not locked. When in the guest room, Mbok Darmi saw a white shadow.

seeing the presence of mbok Darmi, the shadow disappeared.

"what was it that I saw"as soon as his hair brushed.But with courage, mbok Darmi entered, approached the guest chair.

"jeez father, even sleeping.where is maghrib again." said mbok darmi when he found his husband asleep.

"sir.bapak.bakun.bakun.. pak. not good sleep maghrib. many demons roam. and time to pray." said mbok Darmi while shaking her husband's body.

"huh..! just ngagetin the mbok." said mbah karso who was aghast when he woke up.

"father, maghrib-maghrib sleeps" said mbok Darmi upset.

"maghreb? what time is mbok?" mba Karso did not believe.

"yes, you slept since you came here?" mbah Karso lirih.

"lha, instead of nemenin his son, came even hitchhiking to sleep" said mbok Darmi annoyed.

"yes the name is sleepy mbok, where you know, if you sleep until this afternoon." reply Mbah Karso

"Where's the "mala sir? koq was invisible from earlier?" said Si mbok worried.

"iya.ya...where is Mala? try the checker in his room?" answer Mbah Karso chimed.

"oh yes, sir, please lock all the windows, have entered maghrib. is not good open because there will be subtle creatures that masum home.

"iya mnom, answered Mbah Karso obeyed him.

"yes, Mbok try to see Mala in the room first" said Mbok Darmi, as it passed to the room.

kreeeeeek.

"Astagfirullah paaaakk. please sir.." the sound mbok Darmi held filled the room.

mbah Karso ran in waves towards the origin of the sound of his wife's screams.

upon seeing the contents of the room, the almost elderly man was also aghast.jumped one step from the doorway.

"Astaghfirullahhaladzim" he said in a trembling tone, seeing something sinister.