My wife Kuntilanak
Chapters 12. Don't Go!

That night, the air outside was extremely cold. The streets are very quiet. Dark, no lights all the way. There was only the light of the car that the old man was carrying, which broke the darkness.

Mr. Dukun felt a little upset, because the journey was very late. Before leaving, there were a lot of obstacles he faced. Starting from his HP that suddenly fell and was damaged, then the car tire broke. Not to mention the road flow is very jammed due to road repairs.

Mr. Dukun felt, too many obstacles to meet a religious leader who is also known to be able to overcome the problem of astral disorders. But Mr. Shaman did not give up just like that. His determination was so strong that he met the man and asked for his help.

After several kilometers of travel into the increasingly narrowed sub-district road, now the man passed the tree-lined road on the left and right. Vegetation was so tight, there was nothing to see behind the dozen-meter-high tree line.

Ctars! Lightning struck strongly, until the road ahead was clearly visible. Outside, the raindrops began to trace to the earth. The darkness of night surrounded the only car on that road. Added to the thick fog that enveloped, making the atmosphere increasingly gripping.

"It's not the mountains. But why is the fog so thick?" ask the Shaman himself.

Right now he's directional blind, because his damaged HP can't be used to unlock the GPS. He only relied on his determination and vague memory to head to the residence of the religious leader.

The road began to hole, forcing Mr. Shaman to reduce his speed. Suddenly there was the sound of women crying behind the trees. Pak Dukun bristles. His lips are about to read prayer.

A moment later, the sound of the cry turned into a scream, which made the guts chirp. His voice was shrill, breaking the silence of the night. Raindrops on the body of the car are not even able to dampen it.

"Yes Gusti, what is this?" thought Mr. Dukun was fretting.

The mood was silent again. The night air in the car feels sultry, even if the air conditioner remains on. The screams of the woman were still ringing in the ears, spurring the heartbeat to a cold hot body.

Fortunately, the wheels of the car went back up to the asphalt. This is Mr. Shaman's chance to immediately spur his vehicle.

Brak!

Just now he pressed the gas pedal deep enough, his car as if it hit something hard on the left. Suddenly the man turned his gaze towards the source of the sound.

"B ... Se ... Satan!"

Mr. Shaman screamed loudly, as the creature covered in blood and long hair on the seat next to him grinned widely.

"Chihinsi ..." His laughter was shrill, deafening Mr. Shaman.

The man lost his mind. Get out of the car and run, but this place is very quiet no housing. He didn't want to leave the rental car. Want to continue walking, the creature is only less than one inch away from him. Finally he could only pray while racing his vehicle quickly.

"Chihinsi ..."

Mr. Shaman felt his neck being touched by something as cold as ice. The black shadow near his shoulder indicates that the creature is approaching him.

"Dead!"

That's all Mr. Dukun heard in the middle of the roar of a speeding car. Her net did not dare to glance to the left for the sake of her heart health.

"You will die if you go there. Hiyajihi ..."

"Astaghfirullahaladzim! Audzubillahiminas syaitonnirrojim!"

The Shaman drove his vehicle uncontrollably, when that pale face and jet-black eyes suddenly appeared right in front of his face. He could even see maggots inside the creature's throat.

Bruackk! The nit! The nit! The nit!

The Japanese production car finally stopped after hitting something hard. Only his car alarms shrill in the silence of the night.

...***...

Satya wakes up in the middle of darkness. His hands touched the entire surface of the mattress. Again, the wife was not next to him.

A woman with long unraveling hair stood next to the closet. His right hand held a cup, while his left hand lit a lamp. She walked slowly, approaching her husband.

"Oh, you were there apparently. What time do you wake up?" satya asked while sitting on the bed. His right hand rubbed his still sleepy eyes.

"I'm thirsty, so take a drink to the kitchen. It's half-four o'clock, anyway" Laksmi said. "Where might I say, that I just went out and interrupted two guys tonight, right?"

"A half-hour four?" Satya jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.

"What do you want, Mom?" asked Laksmi with a frown.

"You pray tahajud. Mumpung has woken up, dear if you sleep again," replied Satya with a faint smile.

Laksmi let out a rough breath, after the husband entered the bathroom. "Why is everyone in this house diligent in worship, anyway? Did he make a good husband image in front of me? They and their families also never fight," said Laksmi.

I heard water from the bathroom. The ablution water that washed Satya, emitted a very brilliant light and fragrant aroma. But it actually makes Laksmi feel pain all over her body.

"If this continues, before a week my soul can be destroyed." The lady with an ayu face rushed out of the room, before Satya came out of the bathroom.

"Luckily last night I got a new prey that could be absorbed by his energy. Didn't I think the village official had a soul this rotten? Is it because he eats a lot of the villagers' money? Or does he have other bad habits?"

Laksmi who was sitting sweetly on the kitchen floor, just pensively remembered the incident last night. "Give up what sins he has committed. The important thing is that he can have his evil energy make me last longer in this world."

"Laksmi, why are you sitting there? Isn't it cold?"

Laksmi turned to the direction where the voice came from. Apparently the mother-in-law has woken up. This family is used to starting activities before dawn.

"Ndakn't, Mom. Precisely because the air is hot, so look for the adem-adem," replied Laksmi while moving from her position.

"Is your room hot? And last night it was raining, you know," said Bu Kesha, while taking rice from the sack. The woman was cooking rice for breakfast.

"Yes, it's quite hot, ma'am," Laksmi replied. "What would you cook? Let me help you," Laksmi offered.

Satya who had finished praying tahajud and stood at the kitchen door, smiling cheerfully at the proximity of his wife to his mother. "May Laksmi stay here until I buy my own house. May there be no dramas of son-in-laws and in-laws like any other household."

"Mas, why daydream there? The laper? Can I make you some tea?" Laksmi reprimanded Satya who was fixated there.

Satya answered Laksmi's question with a headband and a small smile on her lips.

"why the hell, Mas? Very strange," said Laksmi while peeling an onion.

"Maklumin aja, Laksmi. His name has just got a wife," muttered Bu Kesha with an amused laugh.

"Huh?" Laksmi's forehead crinkled, trying to digest the meaning of her mother-in-law's sentence.

"Udah, don't daydream there, Sat. Ntar kesambet, you know. Wake your sister there, get ready for the mosque" Bu Kesha ordered her eldest son.

"Suggeh, Ma'am," said Satya as he left.

"So, it's not so good for this family. When are there fights and fights? Minimal envy, deh. I need evil energy to defend my soul" Laksmi murmured to herself.

"I'll find out, there must be something they're hiding from me. Because Satya's aura is very different from others."

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