My wife Kuntilanak
Chapters 1. Disappeared

The dry season of 2003

Sreet... Sreet... The dry leaves rattled, as the shoe-lined feet retraced to the ground. The sunlight is so hot that it pierces the skin. Sweat drops, fighting the ever-increasing body temperature.

"Please... Don't do that. I beg you."

There was a groaning of women's voices, on the sidelines rustling leaves and grass. His tone was extremely weak, almost drowning as the wind roared fiercely. His body was helpless, as the men dragged him into the weeds.

“Please me..” groan again.

Her uniform was soaking wet, full of dirt and thorny flowers. His entire skin was full of cuts and bruises. Her tiny lips turned blue, begging the depraved men for mercy to let go.

"Please let go of me" said the poor girl with raucous.

"God! You can shut up, right? If anyone hears you, you'll die!" snapped one of the men, holding a knife in front of the woman.

"Tauk, here. It's so noisy." The other man rebuked the weak woman. "Piye? Are we executing here?" he added. -Where?-

"Land, kowe. It's under the banyan tree. Want a night trance?" chirp one of the thinnest men. - Crazy, you

"Huh! Afternoon gini afraid of opo? Wes lah, spit,” another timpal, while sipping a cigarette on his finger.

"Yo wes, I was. Come on hom pim pa. Sing loses take care of the situation." - Yeah, I did. Come on hom pim pa. The loser takes care of the situation.-

"Don't! Don't do ... Hmmm!"

The woman's breath was congested, when a black-haired man was like a blaster, stuffing his mouth with a roll of tie. Her tears flowed profusely restraining the pain in the heart. He was torn apart by the behavior of the demon men.

...***...

Citraloka Village, slopes of Mount Lawu. The sun is increasingly moving down in the western horizon. Rona lembayung memayungi small village on the slopes of the beautiful mountains.

"Bu Tuti, have you seen my son, right? It's almost six o'clock yet to come home, huh?"

A middle-aged woman greeted Bu Tuti who was busy watering the plants. The woman's face looked crumpled and faint. His eyes look dim.

"Nothing, Mom. My son has been home since, tuh," replied Ms. Tuti. The woman then pointed to a sweet girl, who was carrying a bunch of fresh kale.

"Oh, Aruna. Did you come home with Kinanti just now?" asked Miss Nastiti expectantly.

"No, Ma. We never go home together" replied Aruna indifferently. The yellow-skinned girl was indeed not familiar with Kinanti, even though they were both sitting in the second grade of High School.

"Oh, is that it? Thanks, Aruna," replied Miss Nastiti. Aruna just cleared her throat slowly.

“Astaghfirullah, Nduk. How the hell did you say?” Bu Tuti reprimanded his daughter's rude attitude.

"Yes, Buk. His son Wong never got along with us" Aruna replied from the kitchen.

While Bu Nastiti still stands sculpting. His face is getting smelly. Her heart was worried about the state of her baby that had no news. His ears caught the sound of a cry from the end of the road. His eyeballs turned, looking at a butut motorcycle driven by a middle-aged man.

"Where, sir?" tanya Bu Nastiti is after her husband.

"Said the school security guard, all the children had gone home before three in the afternoon. He should have been home from earlier. In the street you also did not meet him," replied Mr. Diman with a gloomy face.

"How did it go, sir? It's almost dark, you know. Our son has not yet returned" Ms. Nastiti replied with tears in her eyes.

“Sore, Sir, Mom. What's the matter?” greet a young man who passed by on a bicycle and a bundle of grass behind him. He was astonished to see Miss Nastiti crying in the middle of the road.

“Kinanti hasn't come home yet, son. Were you with him back home from school?” ask Mr. Diman.

“Wow! Not home? We never did, sir. We are not classmates,” reply Aksa.

Mr. Diman threw his breath out violently. Heart's broken. Not usually the princess like this, "Let's report Mr. Kades," asked Mr. Diman. Miss Nastiti nodded strongly. He has no other choice at the moment.

“I also tell other residents, Sir,” said Aksa then pedaled his bike quickly.

That same afternoon, the entire village helped search for Kinanti's whereabouts throughout the village. Some of them even brought kitchen utensils, because they believed that Kinanti was brought by subtle creatures.

"Kinant... Kinanti.." exclaimed the citizens while hitting the pans and pots loudly.

Some of the young men walked down the street to the neighboring hamlet, where each heart went through Kinanti and her friends headed to school. But until the adzan magrib reverberated, the existence of Kinanti was still not found.

Mr. Diman kept shouting calling his daughter's name. Nastiti could only kneel on the ground, sobbing incoherently.

"Where?" asked Mr. Kades to the young men who had just returned from the next hamlet.

They all shake their heads. "Still haven't met sir" replied Aksa.

“In the garden next to wetan also does not exist, Sir,” reported Arga, a classmate of Kinanti. - East-East

"My son, where the hell is it, you? Let's go home, son. It's already night." Ms. Nastiti cried as she pleased, calling her daughter who had not been found.

Police sirens were heard from a distance. His voice grew louder and closer. Apparently one of the residents reported this incident to the police.

“Halah, why search. Most also dating the same guy hamlet next door,” cibir Aruna.

Consciousness died. Instead of helping, he spread rumors that were not on the villagers who also sought the existence of Kinanti.

"No way! My son is not!" protest Nastiti hysterical.

"But it's true, the Kinanti is often odd to the guys," the teenager sibir again.

"So you've seen Kinanti? When?" A police officer arrives and interrogates the woman.

"Y-yes at school, sir," Aruna replied as she lowered her head. He was afraid of being interrogated by the police.

But things are not on Aruna's side. The investigation continues. Every teenager who went to school with Kinanti was questioned.

Time keeps rolling. The search has not yet yielded results. The existence of Kinanti is unknown like being swallowed by the Earth. Police interrogation found a dead end.

"Mom better go back to the village. Let us the police continue this search" said Mr. Police.

"I don't want to go home. My son hasn't met yet" said Ms. Nastiti wailing.

"The night is getting dangerous, ma'am. If anything happens, it will only increase the problem" the police persuaded.

"What about my son? She must be alone right now, scared in the dark?" isak Bu Nastiti's.

"You'd better trust us" said one of the police.

"Right, Mom just went home. Let us men look for him" whispered Mr. Diman persuading his wife.

“But..” Bu Nastiti heavy to leave the place.

"Mom, I'm here. It's down here. Don't leave me, Mom. Help me, Mom."

The Ayu girl could only stare pusingly at her two parents who were crying bitterly. Her tears are melting. He was in the midst of the people who were looking for him. Yet somehow, no one heard his groan.

Blars!

Thunder and lightning suddenly struck in the sky. The sky, filled with stars, was covered with dark clouds. Dots of water began to drip onto the barren surface of the ground, forcing everyone to run around looking for shelter.

“Kok suddenly rained, huh? Though still dry,” said some residents.

“Emang is really weird. Especially now Friday Kliwon,” chirps other residents while running to find shelter.

"Where are you going? Don'tgo. Helpme! Help u! I'm right here. You heard me, right?"

The very soft whimper was drowned between the sound of the boisterous footsteps, and the blowing of the wind that was able to uproot the tree and its roots.

Ms. Nastiti ran while looking back. His heart left that place. The series of prayers did not stop being said in his heart.

"May you meet soon, son. Don't be alone in the dark" whispered the poor woman.

(Connected)