My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 44. Secrets of Aksa

"Haaah, again there is no strangeness. Everything seems normal."

Satya took a deep breath, after seeing a video recording of their prayers last night. Laksmi really looks to pray, until it is finished. When studying, the wife of Satya did not show suspicious gestures.

"Am I the one who's too suspicious of him?" Satya again hit a dead end.

"Bapaaac!"

The scream of Dance from the back of the house, made Satya rush out of the room. He was afraid that anything would happen to his younger brother.

"What's up, Nduk?" It turns out that Mom and Dad got to the back of the house first.

"See this. There's a lot of chicken carcasses" reports Tari.

Next to his hand closed his nose, to avoid the smell of carrion that went everywhere. While the side of his hand again pointed towards the pieces of chicken carcass, which were scattered behind the house.

"Astaghfirullah's. Did that thing come here last night?" exclaimed Bu Kesha shuddered in horror. The story of the sightings of kuntilanak attacking chickens belonging to Aruna has spread throughout the village.

Mr. Darya did not dare to dismiss him. If he had not believed in such an apparition in the past, since seeing it firsthand last night, he could not deny it anymore.

"But it's not our chicken, ma'am. The color of the fur is different" Satya said after examining it closely. "Maybe last night there was a ferret, and brought him here" he added.

"Hopefully so. It's really horrified that the creature was wandering around here as well," said Bu Kesha again.

Laksmi who stood behind the kitchen door bowed sadly. It is true that all of it was the work of him, who was hungry and almost burned after following Satya worship. But when she found out that the entire Satya family was terrified, she felt a little sad.

Weird, right? He has become a ghost.

"Loh, Lakshmi. Have you finished your shower?" satya said softly. Laksmi just nodded without a sound.

"Sir, what's your hand? How's it blister like that?" Bu Kesha approached her son-in-law and noticed the wounds all over Laksmi's hands. Satya had just realized it.

"Maybe I'm mostly in the sun, ma'am. This is okay, really," said Laksmi to calm her mother-in-law.

"Next time you don't leave the house unless you have to. Let Mother and Dance do the work outside. Don't get sick again."

"Snack, Mom."

Laksmi lowered her head deeply. If only he were a human, he would have cried by now. He would also not waste a man as good as Satya.

"Yes, you guys get ready for school and to the office there. Let me take care of this chicken carcass," said Mr. Darya who has held the hoe.

Satya returned to her room to prepare for the office. While Laksmi is still with Bu Kesha in the kitchen, to cook breakfast.

"Loh, this?" Satya leaned over and picked up something on the floor. He looked at the thing in his hand carefully. "This is chicken feather? Similar to the one behind the house. How come it's here?" thought confused.

Not wanting to take a headache, he then threw the chicken feather into the trash can and entered the bathroom. But Satya again made surprised by Laksmi's dirty clothes hanging in the bathroom. It seems the woman forgot to bring it. The man again found chicken feathers stuck there.

Inevitably Satya also increasingly suspicious. This is no coincidence. No way chicken feathers can stick this much on Laksmi's shirt. There was blood there too.

"Did Laksmi come out of the house and see the chicken carcass, before Tari found it? Or the... Don't-don't he ..." Satya shuddered in horror, before she could think about it. "Ah, stop. I'll ask you directly."

Satya immediately stripped off the clothes, and hung them next to Laksmi's cloth. When closed eyes when splashing water to the top of the head, a shadow appears the figure of a long-haired woman with no legs sticking out her hands.

Satya's breathing panted and immediately opened her eyes. It's just an illusion. In this bathroom he was alone, completely alone. Satya returned to her body without closing her eyes.

"Satya, if you can forget all these events like the people that I used to use, you don't have to be scared like this every day."

The figure's long hand rubbed Satya's wet head. His pale face looked at Satya with a glare. To her, Satya is a very obedient little sister figure and she cares for him. If only Laksmi aka Kinanti were still alive today, they would be ten years old.

"Patience a little more, Satya. If it's all over, I won't bother you anymore. There are still some more perpetrators that I have not met," whispered Laksmi.

...***...

"Don't want this one, Mom? It's good, you know."

"Wow, my son is four years old, Ma'am. It's kegedan." Aksa took pains to turn down the shopkeeper who offered her a shirt full of jeans.

"Kids? Isn't his son Aksa an all-girl? The smallest one is five years old?" A woman who was picking clothes, muttered alone.

"No, Ma'am. This one," replied Aksa while lifting three pairs of clothes bearing the name of the club ball.

"Yes, deh. I'm taking it to the cashier, yeah." The shopkeeper also brought the clothes Aksa chose to the cashier.

"Ah, what are you looking for?" Another shopkeeper greeted the visitor who had been standing near a row of women's shirts. His face was bowed with his hair tied back.

"Who is she talking to?" aksa thought confused. He saw no one in front of the servant. But then Aksa ignored him. The man went to the cashier to pay for his purchase.

"Yahoo.!" Suddenly the shopkeeper screamed with all his might. His body fell to the floor. Both of his hands were raised covering his face.

"What's wrong?" The shop staff ran to get close to him.

"Blood! That woman is bleeding!" He pointed forward without looking at it.

"Where? Which woman?"

Suddenly the clothing store became a scene. Aksa who had just completed the payment transaction, hurriedly stepped away without willing to get involved.

"That's. The girl in high school clothes, "appoint the waiter of the store again.

Taps! Aksa's footsteps reflexively stopped, when she heard the words High School. His heart became bitter. "He didn't follow me here, did he?" inner fretting.

"God! Don't worry about you! From earlier there were no tutors in high school uniforms," snapped one of the more senior shop employees.

"But I really see, Ma'am. He came with the guy, and he was standing near here" said the girl in self-defense.

Hearing those words, Aksa further accelerated her pace. He's been traumatized by the Kinanti sightings. Aksa no longer wants to deal with these subtle creatures.

...***...

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumussalam" A woman returned the greeting from Aksa, and opened the door. His hand was stretched out to Aksa.

"Lad..." A little boy ran over, and hugged the headman's leg.

"Evano. Duh, Papa's very kangen." Aksa crouched down and hugged the boy.

"Vano also misses Papa."

"This is a gift for you." Aksa handed her son a bag of plastic.

"Brittle. New clothes. But where's my catapult and kite, Pa?" said the little boy eloquently.

"Any! Papa forgot. We'll make it together, yeah." The little boy just nodded happily, hearing Aksa's words.

"Mas, you promised Vano that you would stay here?" ask the sweet woman named Dewi Kamaratih.

"Yes. I stayed here one night. I rarely come back here, Dek," said Aksa.

"Haaah, I'm not surprised anymore, Mom. You keep busy. Fortunately I am an independent woman" said Dewi.

"Yes, I'm lucky to have a wife like you." Aksa kissed the woman's cheeks with affection.

"Mas, it's still outside, you know. Not good with the neighbors," said the Goddess.

"Yes biarin. We're husband and wife" Satya replied with a mischievous smile.

"Yes, anyway. But still. Are you not afraid of that friend?"

"Huh? Which friend?" Aksa was confused by the words of the Goddess.

"That, the long-haired woman sitting in the car. Is that not a friend of mine? Who is he?" said the Goddess in a flat tone.

"What's? The woman in the car?" Aksa's knee became limp for a moment.

(Connected)