My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 57. Tumbles for Laksmi

"Loh, is Laksmi really not a story? Every month, especially on Friday night, Mr. Dukun will always go somewhere," said Mr. Teguh anyway.

"Huh? You go every kliwon friday night? Wanna what? I just heard about this," said Satya.

Mr. Teguh and Damar looked at each other. They were compactly covering their mouths with their hands, as if they had just slipped.

"What's up, anyway?" Satya was curious.

"Yes, that's the custom of Mr. Shaman, after Mbak Laksmi died. Only occasionally did Pak Dukun not go when Friday night kliwon. One of them is when you get lost to the patrol post at that time," said Damar again.

"Death suri?" almost Satya's heart jumped out, hearing the news.

Damar patted his own mouth. Looks like he just realized, if earlier keceplosan talking. While Mr. Teguh's face looked tense.

"Mas Damar, Mr. Teguh, tell me the same story. What happened to Laksmi exactly?" satya Pinta.

Satya's eyelids open wider, making Pak Teguh and Damar can not bear to hide this secret anymore. Mbok Lastri who has been listening since, also nodded his head.

"Laksmi is just like her mother. They have a rare disease, so they rarely leave the house. After treatment here and there, finally Pak Dukun's wife died. He lost his wife. Laksmi was sick too."

Mr. Teguh started his story. Occasionally his eyes glanced right and left to pay attention to the situation. Fortunately, the visitors of the Mbok Lastri stall are currently only them.

"Keep, when did Laksmi die?" Satya was still curious about it.

"If not wrong, six months after the departure of his wife," said Mr. Damar.

The man rubbed his bristling nape. He still remembered, how gripping the atmosphere was that night, twenty years ago. The sky is dark without stars. The wind blew quite hard, accompanied by the howl of a wild dog. Suddenly they heard the news of a prayer.

"So that night, if not wrong year two thousand thirties, someone reported that Laksmi died. At that time Mr. Dukun was not at home. He was looking for cemani chicken for medicine" said Mr. Teguh.

"So that's why, the parting photo on display in the living room reads 2000s. That is, Laksmi is the same age as Kinanti," Satya said in his heart.

"But apparently the news was wrong. Laksmi is alive. The people concluded, that Laksmi was just suspended. Since then Mr. Shaman always goes somewhere, on Friday night kliwon." Mr. Teguh continues his story.

"Where did you go?" search Satya.

The two Wingit Hamlet men compactly shrugged both shoulders while shaking their heads.

"Nobody knows. He said he brought Mbak Laksmi to treatment in Jakarta. It was less than two weeks from the class exam. Since then, we have rarely seen Laksmi." This time Damar told me.

"Ah, what a shame, yes. Laksmi has no friends" Satya commented. He knew that Laksmi had dropped out of school due to illness.

"Yes, that's it. Surprisingly, from that time our hamlet was often terrorized equally kuntilanak. People thought that Mr. Shaman allied with the jinn to cure Laksmi" whispered Mr. Teguh.

"And the severity of every kuntilanak that appeared, he was always looking for a young man, to marry him in a supernatural way. Then the young man died without cause" continued Mr. Teguh accompanied by a nod of Damar's head.

"Astaghfiullah!" yelling Aksa until agape.

"But the story until now has not been proven true. Because until now Laksmi rarely returned from Jakarta," said Pak Teguh.

"If he goes home, he's at home. Only occasionally seen in the yard. Mbak Laksmi is also increasingly quiet," said Damar chimed in.

"So now Laksmi is in Jakarta?" salk Satya suddenly.

Satya realized her mistake just now. They do not know, if what he married was a kuntilanak figure similar to Laksmi? He had never even met the real Laksmi.

"Ah I mean, so Laksmi used to live in Jakarta for treatment?" Satya corrected her sentence.

"Yes." Yeah."

"We are shocked, when a handsome young man like you wants to marry Mbak Laksmi who is much older than you," said Mr. Damar.

"Where did he meet? But what's called love, it's not a hindrance, to? The last time we met him, his face was still like ABG" Mbok Lastri added.

Satya scratched her suddenly itchy neck. No way he told me, if he first met Laksmi under the tree of the palanquin where laying offerings. It wasn't Laksmi, anyway. But kuntilanak that resembles Laksmi.

Just like the people of the hamlet here, Satya suspects the name "Dukun" is not just an abbreviation of Pandu Kuncoro anymore. It has to do with the mystical. Moreover, he has something to do with the kuntilanak figure he is now married to.

But that's not the main problem. What if the real Laksmi comes home and sues him for a fake marriage? Ah, Satya has a new concern. This matter should remain he talked about with Mr. Shaman.

...***...

Kinanti cleaning the kitchen table at Ms. Nastiti's house. His hands deftly wiped the dusty places of the seasoning, then reassembled them.

His long hair dangled to the ground floor. Thick blood dripping from his white shirt, splattered on the floor. It was fortunate that the blood was only magical blood that did not completely litter the floor.

If only anyone could see Kinanti's current form, she would have already fainted on the spot. Fortunately, Ms. Nastiti is currently working in the garden, with Mr. Diman.

Krieeet! Suddenly the kitchen door creaked. Someone opened. Kinanti hurriedly hid above the ceiling.

"Kok Bapak equally Mother came home very sparse?" muttered the figure was astonished.

Ah, it turns out that it was neither Mr. Diman nor Ms. Nastiti. Kinanti was surprised to see Aruna wailing at the kitchen door. His hand was holding something rolled up in white cloth.

Kinanti floated down. Now he stood in front of Aruna. The thirty-seven-year-old woman then carefully unrolled the cloth.

"Argh! How dare he! Why would he bring that thing here?" Kinanti threw the doll in Aruna's hands.

The woman was shocked and screamed in fear. "Why did the doll suddenly fall?"

Aruna took back the doll from the shroud, then quickly placed it under the wooden cabinet. He also read a few sentences of the spell, while putting a piece of photo near the doll.

"It's not enough to kill me, how dare you kill my parents!"

Kinanti appeared in front of Aruna. His body, full of bruises and drops of blood, extended his hand to the woman's neck. His empty eyes, now appeared to be round and red in color.

"Yahoo!" Aruna screamed with all her might. His legs were limp, unable to run out.

"Where are you going? Hihihi...."

Both Aruna's hands poked around the woman's neck, then clutched her firmly.

"God!" Aruna feels tight. He can't breathe.

(Connected)