My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 54. The Secret of Laksmi

Attention! Do not read this episode while eating.

Today Enderu finished his work faster. He only delivered furniture orders Mr. Sigit, which yesterday turned out to be the wrong address. After that he immediately followed to the garden to help harvest coffee and some vegetables.

Grroowwllc. Stomach rumbling. He deliberately did not eat lunch at home, because he wanted to enjoy the atmosphere of lunch in the garden with a breeze.

"Same mother ate?" asked Ndaru when he met his parents who were resting.

"Yet. You eat first. The same father wants to pray dzuhur first," said Mr. Darya while wiping the sweat on his forehead. Today's weather is hotter than usual.

"Yes, if so we eat together. I prepared the lunch" said the young man.

The three of them then walked in different directions. Ndaru headed to the hut, while Pak Darya and Bu Kesha headed for a small spring in the corner of their garden.

Arriving at the hut, Ndaru saw a smoky furnace. In the boiler where the rice, still steaming rice is being steamed. The fire from the coffee wood is still being lit. Next to it was a small pot covered, only barking without being heated. His legs don't light a fire.

In this wooden hut there were two fire stoves made of clay mixed with a little cement. At the top is made a fumigation place if there is fish or chicken. Usually Pak Darya and Bu Kesha cook and have lunch there while gardening.

"Did you cook water, but forget to turn on the fire?"

Enderu's hand reflexively opens the lid of the pot. His eyes immediately grew and surprised, until he fell in a state of sitting. The warm taste of the side fire coming from the rice steamer was quickly spread. He fell too close to the stove.

"DigGER! There's maggots!"

Endaru shouted as it was unusual to see the white maggots writhing in the pot. Everything is still alive. Like a caterpillar but without hair, his head is black with a fat belly.

The legs are small and many, they step on each other's bodies. Some caterpillars were turned upside down because of so much. All of his body swayed, making something that was like the liquid on his back twitch.

"Geek!"

Endaru spewed out his stomach contents which was only a liquid. His stomach was heartburn looking at the unusual objects in the salutation pan.

"Kok can there be a lot of gini maggots in the pot? Do you keep it for chicken at home?"

"What's up, Ndaru? Your screams were loud, until it sounded down there," asked Mr. Darya who ran to the hut, followed by Bu Kesha who was panting.

"There's maggots in this pot. Did you deliberately keep it for you to take home?" tanya Ndaru while pointing towards the pot.

"Doc? What are you trying to find maggots for? The pot is filled with fish gulai for our lunch" said Bu Kesha confusedly.

The woman's hand opened the lid of the pot. He was shocked to see the disgusting sight his son had seen earlier.

"Kok can there be this much? Didn't you close the pot tightly, so there's a fly laying eggs?" mr. Darya was confused.

"No, Sir. I'm sure you've closed the pancake."

Bu Kesha shuddered in horror. He really hates animals the most. His hand trembled, to nudge the pot and the contents spilled. The animals seemed happy to feel free, not as narrow as when in the pot.

"If there were any flies laying eggs, the maggots wouldn't be this many. And it must have left the broth and the fish bones, right?" ndaru.

"Then why? Is there anyone who bullies us?" muttered Mr. Darya.

Ms. Kesha raised her head. He recalled, this morning when he reached the hut, he accidentally stepped over the pot as it was about to fall. He said, foods that contain incantations can be proven in that way.

Curious, Ms. Kesha took a rice boiler and placed it on the floor. Hot steam was billowing over the sweet-smelling rice, when Ms. Kesha opened the lid.

"Astaghfiullah! Why, Mom?" shouted Mr. Darya and Ndaru, as Bu Kesha stepped over the boiler.

Without answering, Ms. Kesha's right hand opened the lid of the boiler. Everyone jumped in shock. The warm rice that was steaming hot was no more. The contents inside the boiler were exactly like the contents of the pot earlier.

Ms. Kesha's whole body is limp. Inevitably, he had seen it himself. His stomach grew nauseous, imagining what they had been eating.

"What's going on, Mom? Is it true that someone is bullying us?" tanya Ndaru felt anxious.

Ms. Kesha shook her head weakly. He couldn't say if it was all his daughter-in-law's cooking.

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"Dek, where's the tea? How come you're dumb?" Satya reprimanded his wife, who was staring at Ndaru without blinking.

"Oh, yes. I made it, yeah. Jasmine tea two, unsalted camomile tea one, right?" laksmi said as she got up from her seat.

Satya just nodded, while looking at Laksmi in surprise. "He why else, anyway? Did I offend him, for forcing him to visit his father-in-law in the Wingit Hamlet?" his inner.

That afternoon he had indeed said to his wife, about their plan to return to the Wingit Hamlet. For more than a week they had not heard from Mr. Shaman, his father-in-law.

But it can be guessed. Laksmi rejects him quickly, arguing that his father's condition must be fine.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Laksmi makes tea according to Satya's request. His hands nimbly stirred the tea and sugar with hot water. Unconsciously, tears dripped from her empty eyes.

"So they already know who I really am? Or is it just the mother who feels weird?"

Since coming home from the garden, both in-laws and their sister-in-law look strange. The mother, who looked weak and pale, immediately lay in her room without lunch. While Pak Darya and Ndaru are more pensive.

"Loh, Deck? How to dream again? What's up, anyway?"

Satya goes to the kitchen, because Laksmi makes tea for too long. Actually, the tea is done. But Laksmi didn't take her to the living room.

"Dec, are you sick? Or angry with you? I'm sorry, yes." asked Satya while rubbing the woman's long hair. The man was used to the smell of jasmine and frankincense emanating from his wife's body.

"No, my mom. I'm not sick. It is also not wrong to ask me to visit my father. But it felt like my body was unable to travel that far," Laksmi said softly. His face looks more and more gloomy.

"Yes already then. I also called Dad, too. He said the condition of the Father is fine," said Satya. "Oh yeah, you're not cooking today, are you?"

Laksmi. She reluctantly cooks again, after her mother-in-law catches her strange cooking. But if Satya forces, yes what can be done. Laksmi will try to cook according to human standards.

"Why do we buy meatballs this afternoon? You want to, right? Mom doesn't seem to be feeling well either. Must be seger if invited to eat meatballs," proposed Satya.

Laksmi nodded in agreement. Yes, it's better than having to cook. But, until when did he have to hide his identity?

(Connected)