My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 7. The Promise of Mr. Shaman

"Sir, Mum. I ... To get married."

Mr. Darya and Ms. Kesha exchanged glances. Satya's mother stopped chewing, and asked, "Married?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Emang Mas has a girlfriend? How was it never known?" chirps Gendis Utari, Satya's youngest brother.

"You don't have to have a boyfriend to get married, do you?" Satya replied to the sister's question, with a question.

"I-iya, anyway," muttered Tari while grinning.

"Bad is glad you're getting married. But this is suddenly. Which person's candidate? Have you and your mom ever met?" said Mr. Darya on the sidelines chewing his breakfast.

"Never, sir. Laksmi lives in Wingit Hamlet, near Alas Roban Ketonggo," Satya replied nervously.

"Oh, her name is Laksmi? Beautiful name," said Bu Kesha with a faint smile.

"Yes, Mom." Satya smiled shyly.

"No beauty? I want to see the picture" said Ndaru curiously, followed by a nod of Dance's head.

"What the hell, Dek? Mas looking for a wife is not a beautiful one, but a good one, loving and making Mas comfortable," protested Satya.

"Yes, Mas. We knew. I was just curious to see the guy, anyway. Ojo sewot, to," explained Ndaru while chuckling.

"Bapak is also curious to see the person," said the father chimed.

"I don't have a picture of him, sir," Satya replied.

"Well?" mumbling Mom and Dad at the same time.

"See on wassap or social media, Mas. There must be a photo there," suggested Tari.

"He just doesn't have HP, let alone social media," Satya replied again.

Ndaru and Tari looked at each other. Likewise with Mr. Darya and Bu Kesha. The question in their heads right now was more or less the same. Do children today not have HP and social media? Moreover, this is still on Java Island.

They all know, Abisatya Darmana has never had a girlfriend and close female friends, for twenty-nine years of her life. He was very stiff approaching women.

"Le, I'm not setting the criteria for your wife to be what. But I'm just curious, where do you know him? How long is it?" Mr. Darya threw the question at his son very gently.

"We haven't known you for a long time, sir. But she's a good girl, really. Maybe because he is a village and did not finish high school, so his life is not as modern as ours" explained Satya.

"His parents?" search the Father again.

Satya hesitated to answer. But the gazes of his parents waiting for a response, made Satya open her mouth. "His father was a farmer there. Sometimes also looking for resin in the forest. If his mother had died long ago" replied Satya.

"Well, if you feel comfortable and comfortable. So when do you want to introduce him to Mom and Dad?" pinta Father.

...***...

"Married?"

The Shaman turned his eyeballs, avoiding the direct gaze with a blood-soaked figure floating before him. But unfortunately, wherever he looked, the figure seemed to follow the movement of his pupils while grinning widely.

"Chih ..." Instead of answering, the figure laughed giggling until his voice echoed throughout the room.

The mat! The mat! The mat! The clanging of the clock sounds so loud at night. The tail of the man's eyes glanced towards the wall clock. The clock is pointing towards the number one. It turned out that he had nearly thirty minutes of him fighting with that astral creature.

"There are still fools in modern times. Why would they marry this creature?" muttered Mr. Shaman.

"This is not a magical marriage. But married officially to a human," obviously the creature with a shrill voice and black eyes that were somehow staring into nowhere.

"Official marriage?" repeat Mr. Shaman does not understand. How does a ghost marry a human? Sounds funny, but she can't laugh so scared.

"Yeah ... I want it."

The muttering sound of the alto-pitched woman, made the aura of the small room increasingly gripping. The fur of Pak Dukun increasingly bristles. Hundreds or even thousands of times saw the creature, it did not make the fear of the sixty-year-old man fade. His body froze in front of the long-haired figure with no legs.

"Are you afraid of me, sir? Hihihui ..."

"Haha ... No, kok. You are a creature of God too" replied Mr. Shaman while wiping cold sweat on his forehead. "Why does this thing always haunt me, anyway?" thought Mr. Shaman.

"I'm not haunting you. I need your help. Marry me to Abisatya Darmana."

Pak Dukun gasped in shock at hearing that, it turned out that the creature could hear his heart. He wanted to run away from there, but his legs were stiff like a rock.

"Don't go ... Don't go ... Follow my. Hihihui ..."

The figure floated down, until his dull white cloth touched the floor. Both of his hands extended, touching the shoulder of the Shaman. But the man felt nothing as they touched.

"Kuntilanak! I'm not gonna help you, damned creature."

"I'm not a kuntilanak! I'm your son. Do you want your son's secret exposed?"

The head of the creature suddenly twisted its neck three hundred and sixty degrees, then brought its pale face closer before the Shaman. Their current distance was less than two centimeters.

Mr. Shaman was silent. He could feel the warm liquid smelling pushy, seeping in his black pants. His mind recites prayers, to drive away the creature.

"Your son... Your son, Sir. Hiyajihi ..."

"I'd rather pass out than face this creature" said Mr. Shaman. Unfortunately, his hope was not fulfilled. The creature still terrorizes him until his wish is obeyed.

"That's enough, Ma'am Kunti. Are you tired of laughing all that time?" said Mr. Dukun ventured.

"Are you scared?" The alto voice continuously echoed in the small room.

"I'm not scared. And I'm not gonna help you. It's enough that you sacrifice a lot of men to get your revenge. Don't let it happen again" said the man. He ignored his pants that were already smelly.

The pale face of the creature looked fierce. His pointy rows of teeth were covered in blood. His black and hollow eyes grew even more, following his growing body size. Now the creature's head has touched the ceiling of the house, while the white clothes are still sweeping the floor.

"He's different. The fragrance and aura of his body were distinctive. He must be one of those damn guys."

"No! I don't want to help you anymore" said Mr. Shaman.

"You've forgotten your promise, Mr. Shaman. I'll charge it now. Hihihui ..."

"Promise? What promise?" thought Mr. Dukun restless. He doesn't remember, ever promised the creature.

(Connected)