My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 34. Take Me Home

It's 06:45, but Tari is still struggling in the bathroom. Apparently he prepared a water stew of bidara leaves, and poured it into the biggest bucket.

"Hm, done. Ustadz said in the yutub, bidara water can drive away the jinn and their countrymen, right?" dance with satisfaction.

Olala, apparently Tari still has not stopped trying to dismantle the guise of her sister-in-law. Yesterday he willingly blusukan in his friend's garden, only to take the leaves of the thorny tree. Even his fingers were pierced by thorns he ignored.

This morning was a good time to start planning. His father and mother had gone to work in the garden after dawn. So too with Enderu who has healed. Satya's leave ends today. So, no one would be able to interfere with his plan.

"It's not because I'm evil. I just want Mbak Laksmi to be honest with Mas Satya," thought Tari.

He had already memorized the habit of Laksmi, who would wash the cloth using the big bucket. After all her plans were sorted out, Tari rushed to get ready for school.

"A pretty tumben with a kebaya?" praise Laksmi, when Tari comes out of her room.

"Yes, Ma'am. There's a farewell at school. I'm in the choir" Dance replied proudly.

"Well, are you singing?" praise Laksmi. "But the hijab is just that. Not modeled? What do you want to do at school?" coined.

"No, kok. Each one at home. But I can't make hijab models like that, Ma'am."

"You want to help me?" laksmi.

"Can't you?" said Dari doubtfully.

"Can, dong. In the past, when she was in school, she loved taking extra cosmetology lessons. All you makeup-ins, huh," Laksmi replied.

"Hmm, all right," replied Tari.

They then compactly entered the Dance room. The cloth covering the head of the dance was opened. Then deftly, Laksmi rubbed Tari's face with cotton to remove the makeup she had been wearing.

Dance looked at the beautiful face of the sister-in-law from the mirror. Her fingers are so flexible and gently dress the Dance according to her age. As usual, there was a faint smell of jasmine emanating from the woman's body.

"What'sthis? I always try to destroy it. But he's helping me?" whispered Dance in his heart. He was amazed to see the change in his face in his brother's hands.

"Bak won't miss Mas Satya, will he?"

Laksmi was surprised by Dance's sudden question. "Bak has to go" he said.

"Why? Mas Satya is very dear to you the same Mbak," said Tari with a sharp tone.

"But Ma'am can't stay here forever, Tari," Laksmi replied gently.

"Even though everyone in this house loves you, Mom. Especially with Satya. If you wanted to leave her from the beginning, why get married?" said Tari with a raucous voice.

"Yes, I know. Satya is a very nice person." Laksmi paused her sentence for a moment, to pin the hijab brooch on Tari's shoulder. "Sorry, yes" he said later.

"I'm sorry it's not enough, ma'am. Mas Satya must have been very injured," reply Dance increasingly fierce. "Do you know, Mas Satya is a boarding boy. He never dated. Ma'am was the first woman he approached, and was immediately married."

"Dance, you're indigo, huh?"

Dance exhales slowly. She knew her brother-in-law wouldn't answer her question just now. But he couldn't force it either.

"Not only am I indigo, but also Mas Hadyan" said Tari loudly.

"Hadyan?" Both of Laksmi's eyes grew bigger hearing the name.

"Yes, Mas Satya's coworker. I've met him, though. But Mas Hadyan was not aware that he was indigo" explained Tari.

Pluck up! Laksmi dropped the facemist bottle she was holding. "Had to be always looking at me strangely" he said.

After Tari's departure, Laksmi shut herself in the room. She was struggling in front of the mirror, wearing a sexy negligee gift from her husband. Until now the negligee is still not used in front of Satya.

"Beautiful? I'm pretty?" said it.

Her beautiful roar, staring blankly into the mirror. The pretty face slowly peeled off and took out dozens of maggots.

"I'm not pretty, Dance. You wrong. My life has stopped. All because of those people. Kyaaaa! Huhuhuhuhu..."

...***...

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Aruna walked tiptoe close to the door, upon hearing the knocking sound of the door. But he did not hear any greetings or calls from outside.

Geck! Geck! Geck! The door of his house was knocked back.

"Farras, is that you?" Aruna did not dare to open the door carelessly.

"Go home, take me home." This time there was a whimpering woman out there.

"Going home? Who asked to take you home?" thought Aruna. He was afraid to open the door.

"Take me home, Aruna..."

"Huh? Who are you up ahead?" aruna exclaimed without opening the door. His left hand took the umbrella behind the door, to serve as a weapon.

Brak! Suddenly the locked wooden door opened wide. The cold wind from gushed in, along with spreading the piercing scent of the carcass.

"Huh?

Aruna was sitting on the floor. The umbrella he was holding crashed. A woman in a high school uniform is standing at her doorstep. His face is not clearly visible. The blowing wind grew firmer, further blowing the woman's hair, and covering her face.

"Who is he? What's Farras' friend? But he said my name, " thought Aruna.

The long skirt worn by the woman was blown by the wind. However, nothing prevented the cloth from flying in the direction of the wind. It was as if the body was empty.

An increasingly indiscriminate breeze blew the gray skirt away perfectly.

Aruna's entire body shook violently, so that it could not be controlled anymore. Cold sweat poured from his forehead, then slid freely to his neck.

"D-he's not a person. But is it still daytime?" aruna refused to believe. His head was already cackling.

How not to almost faint, because when the cloth was scattered everything upwards, all that was visible was empty air. That figure has no legs.

Aruna's breath was getting stifled. I want to get out of that place and close the door. He could no longer bear to see the incongruity presented before his eyes. But his body is stiff. His power evaporated all over.

"Take me home. Hihihi..." A strong wind from the opposite direction, flicked the hair of the legless figure.

"Winst? Just go! You are already dead. Don't bother me."

"You brought me home, and you brought me home, Aruna. Go home... You should come home with me. Hihihi..."

Aruna felt a warm, bubbly-smelling liquid running down her legs, when she noticed the hand of the magical figure elongated and was about to pull Aruna out of the house.

"Please!" scream Aruna.

(Connected)