My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 4. Friday Night Guests Kliwon

"We're Forestry Officers from the Province, sir. Assigned here to ..." 

The smile on Satya's face disappeared. His eyes widened when he saw the figure of a woman who walked to the patrol post while carrying a goat. "Kok he's here? Is there a shortcut to the patrol station?" thought surprised. 

It seemed impossible for a woman to walk as fast as lightning in the mountains, even though the car only drove at a speed of forty kilometers per hour.

"Son? What's up?" reprimanding a man, looking at Satya strangely.

"There's nothing, sir. Are there musholas and rice stalls? We haven't prayed magrib and dinner yet?" Satya shifted her story.

“Near the village gate there are meatball stalls and instant noodles, anyway. But it seems to have closed, because it was past midnight,” replied the villagers.

“Middle of the night? Not just magrib, yes?”

Satya and Hadyan looked at each other, and spoke in tongues. But the digital clock on their mobile phones showed that the villagers' speech was correct.

"If the mosque is near the village hall," said Mr. Mustache.

“Oh, so yes Sir,” reply Hadyan. “So how? We go straight out of the village?” whispered Hadyan to his partner.

“Ya has to do that, deh. Partly already this laper,” replied Satya.

"If you're hungry, would you like to eat at your house? I think there are instant noodles at home. But yes so, ala perfunya,” bargain one of the men with a blangkon on his head.

Hadyan's saliva dripped, heard the word ‘mi instant’. But his heart was also a little hesitant, given the strange events that had befallen them since earlier.

Growll! Hadyan's loud stomach voice made everyone there smile amusedly. Not including Hadyan of course.

"No, I don't want to linger in this village. There have been a lot of strange things. Either what else would happen, if we were still here," Hadyan thought uneasily.

According to him, it is better to hold hunger, rather than having to experience events that do not make sense. The flap-haired young man glanced at his partner. Fortunately, Satya had the same thoughts.

"Sorry, Sir. We are very late and must go home soon. But we ask permission to pray in the mosque" Satya said very carefully.

"Rubber, Sir. We also had a small supply of bread and drinks in the car. It is still possible to odd the stomach before reaching the subdistrict," said Hadyan added.

"Oh, yeah. Let me take you to Mushola. Because of the gini nights, the lights are all killed," said the man wearing the blangkon.

"Thank you, sir," Satya and Hadyan said.

The car lights driven by Hadyan and Satya slowly disappeared behind the corner. The atmosphere of the mountain slope was again quiet and dim. The midnight television broadcast was not so interesting, making the three men who were still there began to sleepy.

“Cock suddenly cold and smell of jasmine flowers, yes?” chirp one of the patrons, while confirming the position of the sheath.

"Here, at most the ambune perfume that was," said Mr. Mustache. His fingers were busy pressing the TV remote to find a good broadcast.Perhaps it was the smell of the children's perfume

“Iyo yo? Hawanya different. Sometimes the smell of jasmine flowers. Sometimes the smell of water. Does she show up again?” reply the other man, after a moment of silence.

“Huss, don't talk about it! It's not Friday night . won.” The moustache man stopped his sentence in the middle.

They all looked at each other and looked up at the sky. Sure enough, tonight is a new and pitch-black moon. In addition, Friday night kliwon according to Javanese calendar.

“Hey, are we hoping for the wheels? Mending came home before meeting him,” said the man wearing the sarong.

“Where are you going, sir? I just came. Hihihi ..”

A female figure stood right beside the patrol post, with a wide smile down to the cheeks. His eyes were jet black, dripping tears of blood.

"Yeah! Damar! Waitamin!"

The youngest Damar, as well as a moustache that seemed fierce, turned out to have escaped first. Not unfaithful, man. But it was better to leave, before meeting that sinister figure of legend.

...***...

"Thank you for driving us, sir ..."

"Em, thank you Mr. Dukun," said Hadyan and Satya with a compact.

"Yes, equally. Is it really okay for me to stay? I have to go back to the patrol post" asked Mr. Dukun.

"Oh, it's okay, sir. After the prayer we also want to go straight. We'll turn the lights off again" Hadyan said quickly.

"Yes already. Be careful on the road, yeah. Do not get lost again," said Mr. Shaman as he passed away.

"Good, Sir. Thank you" replied Satya.

"Heh, Satya! Don't you think something's weird?" whispered Hadyan, while staring at the back of Pak Dukun who was getting lost swallowed by the darkness.

"Ono opo meneh, to? Hayuk pray, let's go home quickly," said Satya forced his partner to move. - What else, anyway?-

"Kok Pak Dukun can tell, if we abis lost? We did not tell the same story of the citizens earlier," said Hadyan while raising both eyebrows.

"Lah, yes. Right too," muttered Satya mangut-mangut. "Ah, but it's natural, anyway. His name is also shaman." Satya's tense face turned flat again, like nothing happened.

"But ..."

"Ck! Pocket prayer, the ashes were looking for food. The worm in my stomach is dead again, nih," urged Satya. He then moved closer to the pulpit, about to perform prayers. Hadyan followed behind.

"Sat, are you hurt? How quiet was that?" Hadyan suddenly stopped her movements and looked at Satya for quite a while. He just saw the strangeness in his co-worker's shirt.

"Huh? What wounds? Wong I'm fine, really," said Satya puzzled.

"That, your back is bleeding. Doesn't it feel?" ask Hadyan again.

Satya also saw his back, through a portrait taken by Hadyan. It was true, the light brown uniform that the young man wore, appeared red patches on the collar and back. It looks pretty new.

"Maybe it's just the sap of the tree," Satya replied casually. He felt nothing on his back.

"It's not like this is rubber. Ambune is a little fishy. It cannot be used for prayer" said Hadyan again.

Satya was forced to open his shirt, and replace it with a white shirt from inside the backpack.

"It's weird, isn't it? From the beginning we have been lost in the forest, we continue to nyampe the village midnight. Pdal aja magrib. Keep your back bleeding" Hadyan said. "Don't you, because you peed recklessly in that forest?" guess it.

"Huss! Ngaco you! I had permission before I pooped" Satya denied. "Soften, all the weirdness has happened before I pooped" he added in self-defense.

Rdrr! Suddenly lightning struck strong. The wind blows hard. The weather was calm and peaceful, turning into chaos.

"Astaghfiullah! What the hell is this? How the weather suddenly changed," said Hadyan a little grumbling.

"Mas ... Mum ..."

There was a voice of a woman calling out, amid the noise of the wind and the friction of the leaves on the roof. Hadyan's whole body was bristling. His eyes were brownish, glancing towards Satya with a tense face. Apparently Satya's face was much more tense and pale. The young man stood stiff, with a glove in his hand.

"Dyan, you heard that voice, didn't you?" satya whispered with a trembling voice.

"Yeah. I hear," Hadyan replied with trembling knees.

Rdrr! The lightning returned to the sky. It is like the flame of a dragon, which is about to destroy the earth.

One by one the grains of rain water fell, overwriting the roof of the mushola made of zinc. His voice was boisterous, deafening.

"Mas ... Mum ..." The soft voice sounded again.

Hadyan closed her ears and her eyes tightly. While Satya ventured to look around her. Although scared, he also felt curious about the origin of the voice.

"Astaghfiullah!" Satya suddenly.

(Connected)