My wife Kuntilanak
Chapters 20. Cursed Moon

"Nothing's broken, really. All good. The fridge is also cold. But how's the contents in it all rotten, huh?" batin Satya while frowning.

The man had found several plastic bags containing meat and fish that had been soft and smelled of rancid. Tofu, tempeh and eggs are also not worth eating. He even directly buried it so that the smell would not spread. Only vegetables are still in good condition.

The wind blows softly. Satya immediately covered her nose with her left hand. The man's head was dizzy because with a foul smell like a carcass mixed with the smell of jasmine.

He felt that his smell was more concentrated than before. Satya was impatient to immediately throw the rotten meat and hoard it in the soil, so as not to spread bacteria and disease.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

Laksmi was amazed to see her husband who had just returned from the hospital. Instead of resting, the man sat in front of the refrigerator with some equipment in his hand.

"Again checking our fridge, Deck. Nothing's broken, but how's the food in it all rotting, huh?" satya said without looking.

Laksmi was silent. Of course he knew the cause, because it was him. He's replacing some of the groceries in this house, so they don't realize who Laksmi really is. While the original foodstuffs he ate raw, to overcome his hungry soul.

"Uh, it smells really bad. After this I must immediately throw away the rotten meat." Satya suddenly raised her head and remembered something. "Ah, wait. I've already thrown away and buried all the contents of that rotten refrigerator. Then this stench ..."

The man again remembered the smell of jasmine flowers, the smell of carrion and frankincense that Mr. RT said. Right now he could smell a similar scent, from Laksmi's body that was beside him. He again connected it with the secret Laksmi wanted to say at that time.

"No, can't Laksmi smell the carcass? As for people, no one smells like this" Satya thought, refusing to believe. Besides all he knows, Laksmi always keeps her clean.

"Don't he use black magic?" satya thought guessing.

"Why see me like that, Mas?" asked Laksmi confusedly.

"Ah, yes ... There's nothing, really. I just miss you," Satya replied stammeringly. "How's your father doing?" tanya Satya switched the story.

"Huh? My dad?" Laksmi did not understand where the husband was talking.

Satya sighed slowly, then smiled slightly.

"You forgot, if you have HP now. Why don't you call and ask how it is? Is your father healthy or not?" said Satya.

"Hehe, sorry Mas. I actually forgot," Laksmi replied while grinning.

"Yes already, later we call together," said Satya without turning his head. "Keep later in the afternoon we go to Mr. RT's house, yes. Mas want to deliver food thanks, kafena yesterday they had accompanied in the hospital," said Satya.

"Hmm, come. I also want to take a walk in this village," said Laksmi excited.

...***...

The wind came from the open back door. Laksmi lowered her head for a moment to close the jacket she was wearing. Her long, unglued hair also descended to the chest, and slightly covered her face.

Satya is still busy talking to Mr. RT. His sense of smell again caught the smell of jasmine flowers that were sharp. But this time it was not followed by the smell of frankincense and the smell of carrion. He also tried to ignore it.

"Maybe it was just the smell of the flowers that Bu RT planted in the yard," Satya thought to calm his heart. In fact, there are no jasmine plants nearby.

While Laksmi began to look bored, because he did not find the right topic of conversation with Bu RT. For twenty minutes, he only listened to Satya's chat with the elder there.

In order to get rid of boredom, he also busied himself by looking around. His eyes were suddenly fixed on a brown-framed photo, which was hanging on the wall.

"That's our only daughter," explained Ms. RT, as if understanding the contents of Laksmi's head at this time.

"Oh, what a beauty," praised Laksmi.

Ms. RT just smiled thinly. "You're beautiful too, son," she said.

Laksmi continued to look at the photo of the teenage girl wearing the old model kebaya. "I'm sure I know his face very well. But who is he?" Laksmi tried to remember the woman in the portrait.

"Dec, let's go home. I want magrib." Satya suddenly takes him home. They also say goodbye to the host.

...***...

"Sir, put on the right jacket, dong. It's cold, you know."

Satya helps Laksmi close the zipper of the jacket the woman is wearing. The two went hand in hand, walking the village streets that were a little muddy because of the afternoon rain. Sometimes the wind blows slowly, shaking the trees that grow lush.

"Why is Satya so good to me? He's clearly starting to suspect me." The tail of Laksmi's eyes looked at her husband with question marks.

The cold gets more pierced into the skin. Not from around him, but from the left, right Laksmi walked next to him. In the dimness of the border day and night, Satya stared at the wife's face with a sharp glare.

"Why is his face getting so pale?" thought Satya.

"You sick again, Deck? Can't you walk too far?" ask Satya worried.

"No, Mom."

Laksmi's answer was very short. His voice sounded more hoarse than before. His face is expressionless. Satya was horrified to see his wife looking ahead without blinking.

"Basin' bad boy! I've told him that the wedok must go home before magrib. Do you know what happens when you go home at night? Moreover, this is the cursed month." - Girls

There was the sound of a woman scolding from one of the houses. Laksmi also spontaneously turned to the direction of the origin of the sound. He only saw a student in Junior High uniform who scowled upset at being scolded by his mother. The commotion was even more reciprocated, until they stayed away from the house.

"Mas, what does the cursed moon mean?" ask Laksmi confused.

"There used to be a horrible incident in this village. A high school boy goes missing when he gets home from school. Since then, girls have been banned from being outdoors during the night and night, especially in October, the month of the incident."

Laksmi stopped her steps. "That's a story about me" he murmured.

"Huh? What's?" Satya did not hear clearly what the woman next to her was saying.

"Ah, no. Serem just heard it. So how did it go?" laksmi began to investigate.

"When the incident happened, Mas was seven years old. So I don't remember that much. But ..."

"What's? You're only seven?"

Satya frowned at the words of his wife. From getting acquainted to getting married, only this time did he hear Laksmi talk like that.

(Connected)