My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 41. The Kala Magrib

"I don't believe in reincarnation. But looking at Satya's wife who sometimes looks a lot like Kinanti, I'm thinking of going there."

Aksa opened the conversation, while meeting with Genta as per their promise. The two deliberately took a position in the corner of the room, so as not to be disturbed by the hustle and bustle of this pretty crowded food stall.

"God! Where there is it," argued Genta a little adamant. "I suspect Satya's wife is using us to make a profit" he said.

"How much profit?" ask Aksa confused.

"Yes, maybe he was using stacking or witchcraft, and we're candidates for the collision. Or he knows our past, and is willing to take advantage by holding our ace," explained Genta with logical thought.

"The second reason makes no sense. He is not from our village. I knew the time of seeing the moving letter that her husband was taking care of" Aksa commented.

The man paused his sentence to wipe the sweat on his forehead. His hands unbuttoned his clothes, and left a white shirt inside.

Several pairs of female eyes were directed at him, whispering. Yes, at the age of entering thirty-seven years, Aksa did look very handsome and athletic.

"There were no eyewitnesses at the time. If there is, now we must be in prison," continued Aksa after his body temperature began to stabilize.

"Hmm, so you think it makes more sense first?" Genta.

Aksa nodded, "I think we need a smart man to look at the woman. Just ask for an antidote, so that kuntilanak can not bother us anymore. But why does he have to resemble a Kinanti, huh?" aksa.

Genta did not reply to his colleague. His eyes looked back at Aksa while putting his index finger in front of his lips, asking his friend to stop talking about Laksmi.

Aksa understands. He immediately turned their conversation to something else.

"Mas Aksa, Mas Genta, eat here too?" Satya greeted them both.

"Well, Satya? Is it really that far away from lunch here?" aksa basa.

"Yes, Mas. There was some business near here. Let's eat, Mas," Satya replied again.

...***...

"Mas, it's almost Adhan, you know. Are you ready for the mosque?"

Laksmi rubbed her wet long hair with a towel. Smelled of shampoo from his head. Satya's eyes unceasingly looked at the beautiful woman closely.

"Mass? Why even shut up? Not ready for the mosque?" Lakshmi repeated her question.

"I'm tired, Dek. Today pray magrib in the house of ajalah. We are all worshipers. Come to think of it, since marriage we have never worshipped, right? After that we saw together," said Satya while rubbing the woman's black hair.

Laksmi gaped at Satya's invitation, "Satya has grown suspicious of me. And I must remain his wife, until all my grudges are avenged" he thought.

"Well, if you want to pray at home. But I didn't read the Koran very well" Laksmi said, turning her back. Her face was pale white, shining a sweet smile.

This time it was Satya who was surprised to hear the answer of the wife. Though he had thought, that Laksmi would look for reasons to reject him.

"If you are ready. Take his ablution," Satya replied awkwardly.

"Whoa! If only praying I have memorized his movements. I don't need to read. I also often hear Satya teaching. After that I have to quickly find prey to replenish the energy," he told himself.

Like the original plan, they also pray magrib congregation. Then continue with teaching. Although Laksmi only read Iqro's book'. His body burned every single letter he spoke. Laksmi does not know if Satya secretly installed a hidden camera to record their activities.

"Eat, yuk," asked Aksa after finishing teaching.

Laksmi grimaced in pain, as Satya's skin touched her as they shook hands. His energy was completely drained from being forced to follow the man into worship.

"Later to follow, Mom. I'm going to the bathroom first" said Laksmi patting her stomach.

"Oh, yeah. We will be together later. I think the father of the same mother is also still teaching," he said.

...***...

"What's that fuss in the back?"

Aruna who had just finished praying magrib hurriedly opened his face, then ran to the kitchen. He rushed to open the kitchen door and saw the chicken coop. The woman found nothing. There are no thieves, no snakes and ferrets also commonly eat their livestock. But why are the chickens still in the storm?

"Don't the thief run away first?" thought Aruna was suspicious.

He lit a flashlight and looked around his chicken coop. His right hand held a dagger just in case. His eyes widened when he saw chicken feathers scattered in one corner of the inner cage.

"Any, like eating a weasel. But no holes and doors open?"

The tail of Aruna's eyes followed the droplets of blood, which descended from the jengkol tree beside her. His throat suddenly choked, as he wanted to scream. Aruna could only fall silent while slowly retreating.

"Want to?"

Aruna's breath seemed to have stopped, as the figure in white clothes sitting on the tree extended his hand. He gave a lump of raw chicken meat that was still covered in blood. His stomach suddenly became nauseous.

The pale-faced woman floated down. He continued to advance closer to Aruna. His hands look so lightly outstretched wanting to give a piece of chicken liver to Aruna's mouth.

Never mind to eat it, just smell the stomach contents of Aruna almost all out. The shadow of raw meat entered the esophagus was terrible. Moreover, the one who offers it is a long-haired creature, and has a body almost as high as the roof of his house.

"Go! Leave me!" aruna screamed when her voice came out. His legs were unable to move a centimeter away from the figure.

"Kamorhi..."

Only the sound of a shrill laugh in reply to Aruna's words earlier. The smell of his body increasingly gives off the smell of incense mingled with the smell of a thick carcass. His form that was faint, now looks more and more clear.

"Chihui... This is for you Aruna..."

The figure again giggled, while carrying a chicken carcass in his left hand. His barefooted feet, stepped onto the ground surface. But Aruna was sure, it was just an illusion.

"Damn it! Why can't I run away from here, anyway?" His entire body was trembling violently, making his strength drain quickly.

"Arune... Take me home Aruna... Hihihi..."

"Yahoo!"

Aruna finally had a chance to scream, before her legs slipped and fell on the edge of the chicken coop. The figure extended his hand to several cubits, and wanted to strangle him. But then he paused, when he heard many footsteps leading to the back of Aruna's house.

"Mothers... Mother why?"

Farras ran to Aruna. The boy had just returned from the mosque and heard his mother's screams from behind the house. Apparently he's not alone. There were other people following him.

"Farras. Thank goodness you came. I'm so scared." Aruna stood up helped by her son.

"Are you okay, Aruna?" ask one of the men of Bu Tuti's age.

"I-I just saw..."

"Kuntilanak! I-it's kuntilanak, right?" a young man pointed upwards, towards a figure in white clothes that flew up the sengon tree.

"Yeah. It was the kuntilanak I saw earlier," said Aruna with a limp body.

"Astaghfiullah? That really? Since when was our village terrorized by kuntilanak?" said the Fathers.

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