My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 5. Curious

"Mas ... Mum ..."

The soft voice of the woman who did not see her form continued to call Satya and Hadyan. 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!"

The call from Satya made Hadyan jump in shock. He's closing his eyelids. His body shivered in fear.

"Sir, what are the nights here?" satya said again.

"This is an identification tag of Mas's or not? It fell in the woods. He was called without horror" said a woman softly.

Hearing that question, Hadyan ventured to open her eyes. It turned out that Satya had walked towards the door of the mushola. A woman wearing a floral patterned negligee dress, had been waiting for her there.

"Well, yeah. This is my nametag. Matursuwun, Ma'am," Satya said as he received an unidentified person.

The deg!

"Is this the weird girl?" Hadyan turned her face away. He still vividly remembered the woman's horrible smile, which continued trailing their car.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, then" said the girl again.

"Oh, yes. Thanks, Ma'am. Sorry to take nicotine," Satya replied.

"So his name was Satya, anyway. Good, according to his handsome face. Hihihi..."

The hill girl passed away, disappearing into the darkness. The lightning was still snatching outside. A high-speed wind entered the mosque, until the door slammed.

"Hey, Dyan. Why are you hanging out behind me?" satya said as she twisted her body.

"He's gone? Fuuuuh! Thank goodness," Hadyan said with a long sigh. His feet he spread on the prayer mat.

"You're afraid of him? Why?" satya asked with a mocking face.

"Ck! Tauk. Praying, yuk. Let's just go home."

Hadyan gathered her strength to stand up, and performed the magrib prayer, along with the delayed isya prayer. He was trying to debunk the strange girl.

"What the hell? It's not clear." Satya gave a small grumble, then stood beside Hadyan to pray.

...***...

"Mom, where are you going? We haven't met. I also have to return the same favor. Fr ..."

"I have to hurry up and go, Mom."

"Mom, wait!"

Bruk! Satya stumbles over the tree roots, then falls down.

Satya opened her eyelids slowly. The golden-yellow rays of the sun burst into the sidelines of his room ventilation. The air is warm enough, indicating the sun is already high enough. The smell of scented fried onions tickled his sensitive nose.

"It turns out it's just a dream" he mumbled slowly. The dream felt too real, as if it could still smell the fragrant scent of the village girl's body.

"Uh, my body feels all crumpled."

Satya tried to get up from the bed, then opened the window of her room. The man did a body stretch, to expel the aching feeling in his body.

Satya arrived home around 03:30 in the morning. He should have gotten there sooner. But after the Islamic prayer last night, they could not go immediately because of the terrible rainstorm. He and Hadyan chose to wait in the mosque, until it was quite safe.

Geck! Geck! Geck! There was a knock on the door, followed by an eyeball peering out of the door.

"Wake up, Mom?" whispered a teenager.

"Udah. Why, Dance?" ask Satya.

"Mother cook fried rice meatballs, take breakfast Mas," said the girl.

"Hm, not to mention Mas nyulai. Want to pray at dawn first," Satya replied.

"Early prayer? But it's noon." Dance shook her head in wonder.

"Le, you'll have no activities later, right? Later help you fix the leaky roof, yes," said Mr. Darya, the father of Satya

"Duh, I don't think I can, sir. Today I have to go to Wingit Hamlet again," Satya said as she scooped the fried rice into her plate.

"Well, how about going again? You just got home." This time it was Mrs Keshwari who spoke.

"Yes, Mom. I have to go back there again today" Satya said.

"Your job isn't ready yet?" ask Mr. Darya.

"Udah, anyway. But ..."

"Is there anything missing?" guess Miss Kesha.

"Yeah. Someone is missing. So I have to go" said Satya somewhat stammered. "I'm not lying. Someone is missing there. That sweet girl. I don't know why I keep thinking of him, even to the point of being carried away by a dream" Satya said in his heart.

"Yes, if so you do the same Ndaru. Nunggu Ndaru finished work," said Mr. Darya broke Satya's daydream.

Satya felt a little guilty, because she could not help her father. Moreover, the middle-aged man was physically not as strong as before. Of course she needs the help of her children in some work.

"Let's go home soon. Keep helping you fix the roof," he said

"No need to hurry, Le. Finish your business first" replied Mr. Darya.

...***...

"Yes, anyway. I have to see that girl again. But I don't know his name. Don't know his house. How did I meet him?"

Satya, who had been more than half of the way to the hamlet of Wingit, regretted her stupidity. He felt yesterday too hasty to say thank you, without having the time to chat with the woman. However, Satya's desire to meet the woman did not subside.

"How do I ask those people? The girl who last night was looking for a goat in the woods, where's the house, huh? Kan's weird. I can't say that later." Satya was busy talking to herself.

Drr! Satya's smartphone vibrates. A name is on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Sat, you're awake, aren't you? We have to get the car back to the office today" Hadyan said on the phone.

"I'm outside again. I borrowed the car first" Satya replied briefly.

"old, right? I'll wait at your house, yeah. Just take the shoes I put away yesterday" said Hadyan again.

"Not going home. I'll be old. Later the car I'll just drive to the office, all your shoes," Satya replied quickly.

"Where are you going?"

"Hmm, to the Wingit Hamlet," Satya replied hesitantly.

"Well, why are you going there again? All the work is done" asked Hadyan confused.

"It's not about work, really. L'm... Just curious about the girl from yesterday. It feels so sweet yesterday not to have acquaintance."

"Huh? Edda! Why are you looking for him. Just know it," cried Hadyan ceplos.

"It's okay, anyway. Because not knowing it is so acquaintance," Satya replied while grinning. Fortunately, Hadyan could not see it.

"Be careful, Sat. We've just been to all of them. Don't get hit by your pellets" Hadyan reminded.

"No, lah. There are no pellets. I was just curious about her, though. Like you said yesterday, she's a little unique compared to other girls," said Satya not just trust the words of her colleagues.

"Yes that's the problem. You don't know what happened yesterday, do you?" hadyan.

"What events? How can I not tell the same story?" reply Satya again.

"You don't feel it, anyway? If it's the truth, the girl..."

(Connected)