My wife Kuntilanak
Chapters 11. Midnight Guests

"Sir, eat a lot, don't be shy. Vegetables are also added," Bu Kesha scolds his son-in-law. - Fatty: A term for girls.

"Snack, Mom." Laksmi just looked at the white bowl filled with clear vegetables moringa leaves with nanar. But he didn't touch the food either.

"Why, Nduk? Don't you like moringa?"

Laksmi only smiled faintly while apologizing. He did not dare to take a big risk, because consuming vegetables that could destroy his body.

Myth, moringa leaves can be an antidote to delicate creatures, like bidara leaves. Although until now has never been proven, Laksmi still avoid it.

"It's okay, Nduk. If you don't like it, don't be forced. Tomorrow we make another vegetable," replied Ms. Kesha kindly.

"Hm, the fried fish is good, ma'am. The new recipe, yes," chirped Ndaru praising his mother's cooking.

"That's what your mother cooked" replied Ms. Kesha.

Satya who was chewing her breakfast glanced at Laksmi with a smile. He was grateful for choosing the right wife.

"Dance has to learn to cook with Laksmi. Let the cook also," said Ndaru again.

"Yuu ... Me again, me again. Gini-gini I'm also good at cooking, Mas. Only Mas Ndaru aja who prestige admit it," reply Dance pretended to sulk.

"Bah, ojo storm. Abisin breakfast," said Mr. Darya who almost finished his breakfast.

"Huh, why is this family so warm, anyway? Nondescript. If no one has any evil nature here, I can starve to death. There is no energy I can absorb. I also can't touch Satya, "Laksmi's inner self.

"Dek, come with Mas to the village office, yes. We want to take care of the new KK," Satya asked to break Laksmi's daydream.

"O-oh, yes," he said, then continued eating.

"There is nothing strange about Laksmi. His face was ordinary, just a little pale. His attitude is normal too. But why did I feel like there was something weird last night, huh?" think Dance.

"Why, Dance?" Mbak Laksmi suddenly lifted her head and looked at the sister-in-law closely.

Trang! Dance dropped her spoon in surprise. "Ndak nothing. I just can't believe I have a sister now" replied Original Dance.

"Why does Madam Laksmi always know that I'm watching her?" he added in his heart, while bowing his body to take a spoon.

"Astaghfiullah!" When she accidentally looked down at the table, Dari was shocked. He saw a pair of pale and somewhat bluish legs from behind the negligence of the flowers worn by Laksmi.

...***...

"Cieee ... New bride. Sumringah is very face. Still off, Sat?" a man in a light brown uniform came to greet Satya.

"False, Mas. Uh, Mr. Kades. Yes, I still have three days off, sir" Satya replied as she greeted the number one in her village.

"Help, call 'Mas' aja. No need to all Mr. Kades," said the man again. "Yes, I can have a holiday. I want to get married again, so I can have a vacation too. Dizziness, every day dealing with the problems of citizens," he added while chuckling.

Satya also chuckled at hearing it. "Don't dong, Mas. That's the same dzalim woman her name. He has a wife and two beautiful daughters."

"Jewish, Satya. It can be partially removed as my card, if married again," replied the man whose age had passed the middle of the head of three that "Keep here to take care of the letters?" said Mr. Kades.

"Yes. Who takes care of it, huh? The file is all complete" asked Satya.

"Obviously, same as Miss Salma inside. But your wife wasn't invited? Tiredness, huh?" asked Mr. Kades while blinking his eyes ignorantly.

"Loh, this is my wife, Mas."

Mr. Kades was puzzled to see Satya pointing towards the empty space to his left. But a moment later he was shocked, when his eyes were fixed on a woman behind Satya's back. Mr. Kades' body was suddenly cold, seeing an ayu-faced and deathly pale woman, but his tiny lips smiled.

Although it was a bit strange, the village chief continued to look at him fixedly. The woman was wearing a long dark dress. Her small and slender body, reminded her of someone she had not seen for a long time.

"If so I go in first, yes, Mas," said Satya as she turned her body towards the door.

"Wait for me tonight, Mom."

That faint sound made Mr. Kades' heart beat fast. It was obvious the woman was speaking. His pale pink lips moved according to the articulation of the word he said. But why did he say that?

"He's not talking to me, is he?" thought the handsome man was confused.

...***...

Ouuummmm ... Several stray dogs roared together, in front of the village's most luxurious house. The carnivorous animal then ran away like fear.

"Mmmmhhh!"

The man in the luxurious house also woke up from his sleep because he heard the roar of the wild animal. All around him seemed dim. His eyeballs almost jumped out, looking at the figure standing stiffly on the side of the closet.

Dim the lights of his room, not covering his almost perfect face. For the size of a man with two children, his body is still quite athletic.

"Rani?" He mentioned a name.

The figure of the woman did not look, nor did she say. Straight and long hair covered the left right of her cheeks. A black dress along the calf, covering her wacky body.

"Rani? What's in there?" said again.

A second later, the man was cold all over his body. He realized that it was still Wednesday. It means he's alone in this house. His wife and son live in the city. Saturday and Sunday are in the village.

Fear began to spread throughout his body. His body is like a statue. He tried to control himself, covering his entire body with a blanket. Wishing the woman was lost and this was just a dream.

After a few seconds, the mighty man peeked out from under the blanket. That figure is still there. Caught with unraveling hair.

"Who are you?" he said with a loud voice.

The woman looked slowly. Parasas are beautiful. His face was also not pale, as Mr. Kades had imagined before.

"Want me to accompany you? Your wife's in town, right?" The woman stepped closer.

"Don't. We don't know. You who? From where?" Mr. Kades shuffled backwards, until his back came into contact with the wall of the room.

"Sst! Don't noise. The neighbors can hear."

The mysterious woman's hand pulled the blanket that covered the man's body. His delicate touch, made the breath of the village leader start to suffocate. When he regained consciousness, the man raised his hands together, to drive the woman away.

"Enjoy it" whispered the woman softly.

I don't know how long it's been going on. The thirty-seven-year-old man was lulled into an atmosphere. A while later, the exhausted man changed his position to tilt. His left arm rests on his body. Her back which was free from the thread strands was perfectly exposed.

"Wait on! The claw wound on his back seemed familiar." The mysterious woman looked at the man's back fixedly, watching the long incision wound, like a tiger's claw or something.

A few hours later, the goal sounded the voice of the Adhan. The villagers began to move. The woman covered the man with a blanket and left without a word.

Drrrtt! Drrtts! The smartphone rings over the nightstand, forcing the man to open his eyes. Apparently it's a five-hour alarm. He always set an alarm, because he was always alone in this house.

"Huh? It's just a dream." Mr. Kades' heart was a little relieved, because the incident was not real. But his little heart was a little disappointed, for some reason.

The man then went to the bathroom to clean up and took ablution. But he realized something strange.

"Lho, my pants are wet?" said confused. Surely he could not immediately pray at dawn, before bathing.

"Huh? It's right?" He was even more confused and surprised, when he saw a black dress hanging inside the bathroom.

"So this is all a dream or real? And who's that woman? Why is his face foreign?"

(Connected)