My wife Kuntilanak
Chapters 2. Trapped

“Ouch! Release again! Escape where the hell, the chicken?”

A man flutters a weed bush, in pursuit of a rare, fuzzy jungle chicken. Srak! Srak! From the right direction, he heard a rumbling sound, like footsteps stepping on dry leaves. Her eyeballs traced the direction of the sound.

“Kurr! Kurrr!” The man with the blangkon on his head sprinkled a handful of grains, while mimicking the sound of the jet-black fowl.

“Please, Sir. Please me.”

"Eh? Female voice? In the middle of the forest like this?"

The man's ears faintly heard the voice of the woman asking for help. His body movements stopped. His eyes were watching the surroundings, but he saw no one.

This wilderness was so thick for a woman to enter. Although the sun is still shining, but the light has dimmed and orange. Marking the night is coming soon. The atmosphere on the forest floor is quite dark, because the forest canopy of tall trees is so tight.

"Mother can hear my voice? Help me, Sir. I'm stuck here from yesterday."

"Where? Who's that?" exclaim the man while enduring the fear. But his little heart also felt pity, knowing someone was stuck there. Maybe it was a lost mountaineer, right?

"Here, sir." The voice was clear, but a little moaning.

"Where does that mean?" exclaimed the man with a trembling voice. Both hands tightly clasped a bamboo stick, to reduce the fear.

No one's saying. Only the sound of leaves rubbing against each other.

Time and again the brown man touched his fiercely bristling nape. His heart began to doubt. How could there be a voice but not visible to anyone?

Slowly his feet stepped back, looking for an opening to escape. But his eyes still looked at every crack of the leaves vigilantly.

Suddenly his steps stopped. An imperfect sheet of cloth, accompanied by blood, made the sturdy man fall into the grass. His long hair poked to the ground, sweeping the dry leaves on the damp forest floor.

That poignant figure revealed itself faintly. Showing off his smile to the middle-aged man. Not a big smile, but a big smile. Very wide, up to the cheek.

“Hahaha .. I think I heard wrong. Where did the chicken run, huh?” he said while shuffling backwards. Her net looked the other way, pretending nothing had happened.

“No need to pretend. You can see me, right? Hihihihi ..”

His whole body was stiff and frozen. Wherever his eyes looked, that figure was all he saw. For a while, he could only sit on the damp, dirty forest floor. The man only realized that the shade tree he was resting on was a giant banyan tree.

"So you are quiet? Don't men like to meet beautiful women like me? Let's take me away. Hiya ..."

"Please! Help me!" The man gathered all his strength and tried to escape from there. He had even forgotten the chicken he was about to catch earlier.

"Haaah, again everything goes. Does no one want to take me home? I'm lonely here. Do I need to help him catch that chicken?" The figure seems unconscious, if he has different nature with humans.

“Hah? She's back again?” The figure of the delicate creature was astonished, seeing the tall and sturdy man coming back while running. “Duh, very gallant, anyway. Young time she must be so cute.”

“Persatan equals ghost or whatever it is! Anyway medicine for my son should meet.” The man's lips muttered in utter do’a, as it passed through the figure hovering above his head.

“He is different from other men.” The figure then disguised itself to be invisible, and brought a chicken near the man.

...***...

"Pak Pandu ... Astarghfirullah's. Where have you been? Father's son ...?"

"My son why?"

The man who had just arrived at the gate of his village threw a bamboo basket filled with cemani chickens, which he had been painstakingly looking for. He then ran over to the villagers who called him.

"Lho, wasn't there news that Mr Pandu's son had just died? But it's healthy wal afiat, really," whispered several men in security uniform with confused faces.

"Maybe the info is wrong. His son is healthy, really. It just looks a little pale" whispered the other residents.

Mr. Pandu who heard the conversation also turned his head back. He was surprised to see the sweet figure of his daughter standing behind him. His eyes widened when he realized something.

"Wait on! Why did this creature follow me, and resemble my daughter's face. Don't-don't ..."

...***...

2023, Roban Ketonggo.

"Heh, Sat! I think we are lost, though. Look at the correct GPS ...

"Huh? Mosos? It can't be lost. Wong just follow this road to the village. No more intersections" Satya replied as she stared at the offline GPS screen, which was directly connected to the satellite.

"Yes, I know. But the time you don't remember? We've passed this fallen tree three times, you know," said Hadyan who was driving.

"What is it?"

The confused Satya also spread his gaze around the car. The atmosphere is quite dim. Sunlight in the western horizon almost disappears behind the horizon. The orange sky peeked in the lush crevices of the leaves.

"The GPS is wrong? So which way should we go, nih?” muttered Satya.

The two civil servants who worked as forest conservationists looked at each other with confused faces. This was the first time they had entered this region without a guide. Supposedly by following the dirt road that is usually passed by offroad cars, they will arrive at the nearest village.

"Bismillah."

Hadyan returned to drive their double-decker vehicle. The rocky dirt road is getting narrowed and uphill. The feelings of the two young men were not calm. They should have gone down the mountain, not up.

Justright. Until the sun completely sets, they return through the same place, a tree fell by the side of the road. A white mist began to envelop the forest, making visibility even more limited.

“Ya Gusti, we are really lost this,” whispered Hadyan with a limp body. "Try here I see the GPS." Hadyan asked the old-school HP-like object to her partner.

“I'm urinating, nih,” whispered Satya while tightening her thighs.

“Heh, where to dump? It's late at night, in the middle of the forest anyway,” forbid Hadyan. The two neutrals did not escape looking for GPS to find a way out.

“Ya continues? Time to be detained until the village? I was at the end, nih,” whined Satya with uneasiness.

“Masukin bottle aja, gih. Tuh, there is a used bottle in the back,” replied Hadyan indifferently.

“Dih, ogah! Huh, ah. I'm gonna go out for a second. Ojo left, yo.”

"Don't just poop in the woods, woi!  Here we are lost again. Ntar kesambet, you know," said Hadyan reminded.

Regardless of his comrade's exclamation, Hadyan immediately opened the door and ran towards the large tall tree. The giant palanquin tree also swayed slowly, exposed to the wind. A pale-faced creature and black eyes, sitting on one of its branches.

"Hmmm, he really does smell good. Saucy too. He must be one of those fucking guys."

Satya was unconscious. A strand of long hair descended from the top of the tree, followed by that eyeless figure. His white teeth looked bloody. The creature floated down, to a lower branch to greet Satya.

"He's here to ask for wealth, office or science pellet, huh? What did he bring sajen?"

“Excuse me, Mbah,” said Satya.

“Mbah? Just delicious. You are not polite! Where do they keep? I'm hungry."

The figure looked angry. The light brown safari shirt was suddenly covered in blood. The figure carved a very wide smile on his face. His hand was about to touch the handsome young man's shoulder.

"You should be mine. Hihihii."

(Connected)