My wife Kuntilanak
Chapters 13. First Lady

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Excuse me, Mr. Aksa. I'd like to paraphrase this file."

A woman stood in front of the village chief's office, carrying several file maps in her hands. The young village chief did not budge. Empty views.

"Sir Kades?" call the woman again. This time he knocked on the half-opened door a little stronger.

"Y-yes. What's the matter, Miss Salma?"

"You ask for paraphrases of these files, sir," replied the woman who had been the head of four.

"Oh, please come in."

The head of Citraloka Village then ranked one by one the files belonging to the residents who were brought by Ms. Salma. Right on the fourth map, his hand movements stopped. His eyes stared at a portrait three times four in size sharply.

"Whose file is this, ma'am?" ask the Village.

"It's Abisatya's, sir. He takes care of the new KK, as well as his wife's transfer letter" said Ms. Salma.

"Oh" the man muttered.

"What's the matter, sir? Is something wrong? Or less?" ask Ms. Salma to make sure.

"No, kok. Complete all," said Mr. Kades while continuing his work. "It's all, yes," he said moments later.

"Good, Sir. Excuse me first." Ms. Salma also left her superior's workspace.

"It turns out my memory is not wrong. The woman who came last night was Satya's wife. But why would he come to me? How's it going?"

"Is that just a wet dream, because I rarely meet Rani? But how about explaining the black dress hanging in the bathroom?"

A million questions were gathered in Aksa's head at this time.

...***...

It was still eight in the morning, but the atmosphere of the house this morning was already quiet. Dance had already gone to school, while Endaru went to work. Father and Mother had also left home first, heading to their vegetable garden.

Satya saw the wife sitting pensively facing the window. His long hair looked wet, and dripped water onto the floor. His eyes looked blankly towards the front yard of the house directly facing the street.

Satya understands, surely Laksmi is not yet at home and accustomed to this foreign place. It's Satya's job to make her comfortable here. They don't really have time for their honeymoon.

The srek! The srek!

Laksmi felt someone touch her hair. He also looked. It turned out that Satya was helping dry her hair with a towel.

"Mas, here's the towel. Let me do it," asked Laksmi. He felt pain, every hand of Satya touched his body.

"It's okay, let it be, '" the man replied very gently. After that, he picked up a comb.

"Are you bored here?" ask Satya while combing neatly the wife's long hair. "It looks like you've been dumb all the time" he added.

"No, really," Laksmi replied briefly. "I just didn't expect it, now I have a husband, a mother, a sister and two fathers" he continued without looking back.

Satya laughed at him, then said, "I'm also grateful to have you. First and last woman in my life."

Laksmi raised her head. Staring at the husband's face with eyebrows. His expression was unpredictable, what he was thinking at the moment.

"Why see me like that? I'm groggy, nih," said Satya as she winked one eye mischievously.

"Am I really your first woman? With such a handsome face and perfect body, can't you easily choose the woman you want? Did the strong aura and scent I felt back then really show this man's purity?"

"Lakshmi? Why anyway? How can you be quiet and dumb? I became really groggy, nih," repeated Satya.

"Just want to see my husband. Can't she?" reply Laksmi while smiling mischievously.

"What, anyway?" Satya laughed a little. "Ah, I just remembered. Honey, open the gift, yuk."

"Well, didn't all the presents open yesterday?" Lakshmi took her eyes off the window.

"Save one gift. This one's the most special." Satya darted into the room, and appeared again carrying a medium-sized gift. "Let's open," she asked.

"Yes, this is HP for you. A gift from me. In it is the number of all our family members, including your father. Later you can add the number of your friends in it," explained Satya.

"But I don't have any friends."

"Hm?"

Laksmi's flat face actually makes Satya's heart trepid. He had indeed heard, that Laksmi always rarely socialize with neighbors because of the disease he suffered. But it was unexpected this bad.

"Now I'm your friend. So if there's anything, you have to tell me the same story" Satya said, showing off her deathly smile that made women fall in love in an instant.

"Don't be too nice, Satya. Your good energy can kill my soul. Only I can kill you slowly" whispered Laksmi. Of course Satya could not hear it.

"Well, let's call your dad with your HP. Surely he misses, because his daughter was left alone," Satya proposed.

"No, there's a hard signal. At this hour you must be in the garden again" replied Laksmi.

Satya frowned. He was quite surprised, because Laksmi refused to contact his father, even about to seize the electronic object. Didn't they just live together at home?

"It's okay, try it first. Your father must have missed your voice" persuaded Satya again. He then pressed the call button, on the phone number of his father-in-law.

"Well, why not connect? The number is right." Satya tried calling the same number several times. "Is there really no signal?" satya thought a little bit uneasy.

Not Satya if immediately give up. He tried calling his father-in-law with his own HP. This time the phone was connected, but a moment later it was disconnected.

"Any," murmured Satya.

Drrrtt! Satya's HP screen suddenly lit up. An unknown number called him.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Satya. This is Mr. Damar. Did you call Mr Dukun?" there was a voice of a man across there.

"Yes, Sir. My father-in-law can't be contacted, can he?" ask Satya.

"HP Pak Dukun is broken again. Can't call and pick up the phone" said Mr. Damar.

"Oh, so. Can I talk to you for a minute?" satya Pinta.

"He's sick again, Satya. Just fell asleep after taking the medicine," said Mr. Damar.

"O-oh, that's it sir. Thanks for the info." Without asking much more, Satya immediately disconnected his phone with Mr. Damar. "Dek, let's get ready. We go to see the Father," Satya asked the wife.

"Where are you going, Mum?" ask Laksmi. He wanders outside the house during the day. The scorching sun and aura from the human souls that passed by him, could make his energy drain.

"We're going back to your hometown. Your father is sick" Satya explained.

The man changed his clothes and contacted one of his colleagues to borrow a car. He couldn't possibly have brought the sun-sensitive Laksmi, on his bututut motorcycle for an hour and a half.

Laksmi could not argue. Although his heart did not want to, he immediately prepared to leave. Rejecting Satya's invitation only makes Satya even more suspicious of her.

"I rented the car first, Gus," said Satya when he received the car keys from a neighbor who was also his friend, Agus.

"No need to rent, please. Just fill the oil to full," said Agus while grinning.

"Hmm, yo sami mawon, Gus," Satya replied when he saw the car's oil was staying in line. - Yes

"Hehehe... Whose way to go, to? Tumben borrowed the car," asked Agus who did not see anyone with Satya

"My wife, my wife" Satya replied, pointing to the back, next to the black car.

"Huh? Istrine Satya? How do you look like Aunt Suzanna?" agus minded while turning his eyes. - Huh? That's Satya's wife?-

"Yo wes, I go first, yo," said Satya.

"O-okay." Agus just grinned and held back his pee, when he saw the horror actress-like figure entering the car, and sat next to Satya. "D-he has no legs," cried Agus in his heart.

(Connected)