My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 6. Kuntilanak Terror

Mr. Shaman pulled out the curtains and opened the shutters wide, so that fresh air could enter. A sweep of strong wind hit his wrinkled face. The green scenery of the teak forest behind his house was very pampering to the eyes.

"Newun sewu, sir." - Excuse me-Excuse me

Mr. Shaman jumped in shock, turning his gaze out the window when he heard a whisper sweeping his ear. There's no one.

"Ah, at most it is just the voice of the neighbors," said Mr. Dukun indifferently.

The man then turned on the gas stove, and cooked the water. While waiting for the water to boil, he prepared a concoction of tea and sugar in the glass for his breakfast. Do not forget some pieces of salty biscuits for the complement.

Kriet ... Kriet ... Kriet ...

The window leaf again creaked, as the wind blew. The morning sun that was shining brightly, slowly disappeared being swallowed up by the giant gray cloud clump. It looks like it's going to rain again.

"Nrank ..."

I can see someone passing by the window. Mr. Shaman is getting curious. He then closed his face near the window, to see more clearly. Again, no one was seen there.

"Uhh!"

Mr. Dukun muttered softly. Something felt touching his neck. The man looked back.

"Whose father is looking for? I'm right here. Hiyajihi ..."

Suddenly there was a shrill laughter, right behind him. Pak Dukun's face faced directly with a pale face without eyes.

His lips grinned wide. His head turned to the right and left rigidly. His incomplete body floated freely in the air. Long hair down to the floor.

Dada Pak Dukun kembis kempis saw the figure that suddenly appeared. Both of his legs are stiff. He's pecking in fear.

"I-this is morning. But why did this thing show up and bother me?" thought Mr. Shaman inwardly.

"Why are you blocking me, following the young man? Why?" The laughing voice of the figure, turned into a heart-wrenching groan and cry.

"What does that mean?" reply Pak Dukun while inching backwards. His right hand moved quickly to turn off the stove.

"Not pretend you don't know. Because of your spell, I can't keep up with that young man."

The Shaman took a slow breath. His body had crossed the wall, unable to move anymore. The creature kept on docking him. Cold, that's what I felt.

"Stop bothering people. Back to your nature. There have been too many victims," said Mr. Dukun with a stammering voice. In his heart he read the verse of the chair and some prayers to drive the creature away.

"Then I'm not a victim?"

The pale face of the figure seemed to be pouring out fresh blood. His broad eyes slowly turned red. Mr. Shaman could only recite prayers to protect himself.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Shaman. You at home?"

The figure disappeared quickly. Mr. Shaman breathed a sigh of relief. He moved quickly towards the living room.

"Loh, Mr Damar? Mr Waluyo? Let's go in." Mr. Shaman invites his guests to go inside. "Where was last night? How did I get back to the post that was empty? Pak Rahmat's goat last night is gone, you know," he added.

"Well, that's why we came here, sir. He's coming again" said Mr. Waluyo, the thick-moustached man who last night patted.

"He who?" ask Mr. Dukun confused.

"Duh! That, you know. Nyai Kunti," whispered Mr. Waluyo. "The goat Mr. Grace died horribly in his orange garden" he added.

"Huh?"

Actually Mr. Shaman is not surprised anymore. He just met that creature. He was surprised by the fate of the lost goat.

"It's rumored to have spread all over the hamlet, sir. People are starting to get scared. You have to do something" asked Mr. Damar.

"Well? How me?"

"Haaah, it's not me who brought it. But he's the one who snuggles. I also do not know why he can come," said Mr. Dukun while exhaling a long breath.

"It's been a long time since he showed up, since the night of one suro last year. Why did he suddenly appear again, huh? Which young man is he after this time?" said Mr. Damar.

"You guys just calm down. The one he seeks is not a citizen here, really," replied Mr. Shaman.

"So you already know? Which guy is he after?" chirps Mr. Waluyo.

"Actually I also just found out, because he is near us now. He was angry, because we prevented him from meeting that person," said Mr. Shaman who had since avoided looking out the window.

Gluey! Mr. Damar and Mr. Waluyo immediately felt weak in his chair. None of them dared to look at the window.

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Satya. He still remembered Hadyan's words earlier. His friend counsels Satya, to cancel his wish to meet the woman.

"Is that girl smiling so horribly? How do I see it as normal?" Satya still did not believe the words of her friend.

"Emang yes, anyway. He looked a little strange, because he was walking in the woods and he could follow our car. But if you remember he is a village person, it feels natural, anyway. We were lost before we met the woman."

It seems Satya still has a thousand and one reasons to refuse to believe Hadyan's words. All the advice given by his friend was ignored. Is this what love says is blind?

The double-decker car he drove slowed down. The dirt road began to drift and rise. The vegetation on the right and left of the road began to change. No more vegetable gardens, replaced teak trees that grow tightly.

Satya's eyes suddenly fell on a woman on the side of the road. He seemed to have trouble collecting the groceries that had fallen to the ground. Satya pulled over, he approached the woman.

"Why, Ma'am? Can I help you?"

The woman with her hair curled up looked back. His eyes were round when he saw Satya. "Well, Mom?"

"Eh? The mother yesterday?" Satya was no less surprised.

"Yes, I remember, anyway. How come it's here? Lost again?" ask the woman while collecting the potatoes scattered on the ground.

"No, kok. This time there are other needs," Satya replied. His hands deftly collected the onions and chili into a plastic bag.

"It turns out not to be sought, the person is already nongol himself," Satya's mind was carefree.

"Why do you smile yourself, to?" reprimanding the woman laughed amusedly at Satya.

"Huh? N-no, really. Mama wants to go home? I delivered, yes," said Satya.

"No need. Later even ngerepotin. He's got business, '" she gently refused.

"Not too busy, though. I also want to go to Wingit Hamlet," Satya replied while showing off her sweet smile. "Or Her mother was afraid of being caught with her boyfriend, huh?" goda Satya's.

"I swear, really handsome guy," the brown-eyed girl's mind.

"Mas my crush is single, huh?" the woman's laughter. "It's really okay, Mom. I walk aja. Not good to see the villagers. We don't know each other" she said again.

Satya smiled. This girl was indeed very different from the city girls she used to meet. But that only makes the young woman in front of him more attractive.

"If we had known him first. My name is Abisatya Darmana, from the countryside on the slopes of Mount Lawu." Satya stuck out her hand to shake hands.

"I'm Laksmi," she replied.

"Tuh, right? True hunch. This girl is normal. Where there's a ghost coming out during the day," Satya's inner. He then took Laksmi to get into his car, and drove her home.

"Ah, it turns out that Mr. Shaman's spell does not apply to this young man. His aura was too strong for that weak spell. I have to get it. Hihihi..."

Unbeknownst to Satya, the woman behind him turned into a figure full of wounds. His back head cracked, spitting out fresh blood.

(Connected)