My wife Kuntilanak
Chapters 74. Victims of Arga's Rotten Victims

"The son of Mr. Shaman died? Innalillahi wa innailaihi. He hasn't been married for a month, has he?"

The news of Laksmi's death has spread throughout Wingit Hamlet. Residents also flocked to the house of Pak Pandu Kuncoro to act. However, everyone was shocked because there were police and medical teams from the hospital.

No one thought that Laksmi's body was not worth seeing. Creepy existence. Forensics has not been able to determine the cause of death. But Mr. Dukun confessed, that Laksmi died of illness he suffered twenty years ago.

"Well, who do we always see Laksmi?" the citizens are wondering.

"It was a kuntilanak figure who accidentally followed Mr. Dukun, when he was looking for cemani chicken in the forest," Satya explained. (Eps. 2).

That night, apparently the news that had spread was not wrong. Laksmi, who was being treated by her aunt, died of illness. While the newly arrived Pak Dukun brought medicine for his daughter felt shock. He's not ready to lose his only daughter.

Because since the arrival of the kuntilanak figure resembles the form of Laksmi who just died, Pak Dukun also used it. He allows Kinanti the kuntilanak to continue using his daughter's form, while he has to make Laksmi's body last with the help of the jinn.

However, there was one more agreement they made. Mr. Dukun must help the kuntilanak find the people who have killed him, and help the kuntilanak perform occult marriage.

...***...

Satya was sitting limp in her room. The news of Laksmi's death has also spread throughout the village of Citraloka. But the news was slightly different from the news spread in Wingit Hamlet. Here, they only know that Laksmi died of illness. No more than that.

Satya turned her head when she heard the sound of the door opening. A white woman entered his room.

"Mas, eat first. You haven't eaten all day."

"Laksmi, are you here?" satya said with a face. It felt strange, seeing the form of someone who had been buried this afternoon.

"I can still serve you, can't I? It's your cooking, so it's safe" Laksmi said, putting a plate of rice and side dishes on the table.

"Thank you" said Satya. He then filled his stomach that had been rumbling since. "Sir, from tomorrow there will be tahlilan in this house, until the next three days. Are you not a problem?" ask Satya.

Laksmi smiled faintly, "It's okay to, Mas. The spirit of Laksmi Kinasih in nature there would be happy, if sent a prayer by the crowd," said the beautiful figure. "If I also be prayed for by the crowd" he added in a soft voice.

"Laksmi, ah I mean Kinanti. Do you know what? Every prayer I pray for you. Both of your parents must have done the same thing" Satya said.

Kinanti looked down sad. Her net shed tears of blood. Satya slightly averted her eyes, as the woman's face looked blue and rotting. Her beautiful face disappeared instantly.

"Satya, I'm sorry I got into your life, and it bothers you. I promise to leave after all this is done" whispered Laksmi in a hoarse voice.

"I don't regret knowing you. All his wisdom, especially for Mr. Shaman and your parents. But I hope not to leave without saying goodbye to me," Satya replied with a heart of grief. His left hand held the hand of the woman who only remained the skeleton.

He's not crazy. But still felt a little lost, because the woman who used to accompany him suddenly left. "I hope Kinanti is also calm in nature" whispered Satya.

The atmosphere became quiet for a few moments. The wind blew slowly from the ventelation gap, bringing cold air from the mountain.

The figure next to Satya was only glued like a statue. His body, which was partially only a skeleton, was filled with thousands of maggots.

"Did everyone get a reply?" satya Fishing.

The woman raised her head. His black eyes stared intently at Satya. A moment later his head shook slowly.

"May I know who they are?" ask Satya. But the woman shook her head again.

...***...

Arga smiled with satisfaction while looking at the beautiful woman sleeping next to him. His heart was relieved and free. Tomorrow he will leave the island of Java.

Since the accident that hit Aksa, increasingly convinced there is something wrong. His life would not have calmed down, if he had still been here. Therefore, Arga proposed to move work out of Java Island, in his company.

Arga hopes that being outside Java Island will make the terror of Kinanti stop. He will start a new life in a new place, and forget his dark past.

"Huh, you cheap chick." Arga again smiled lightly when he looked at his lover who was sound asleep.

"You think I'm gonna marry you? Though you are just one of the girls j*l*ng who fills the boredom of my life. You're no different from Kinanti, where I let go of kertj*ka*n and ended up rotting in the middle of the forest there. Haha..."

Arga felt no remorse in his heart at all. According to him, the heroic Kinanti is one of the proofs of his power. He assumed that Kinanti and all the women he had touched were just places to let go of fatigue.

Yesterday, when he went to the forest with his two friends was not out of regret. He was only afraid that his already perfect life was currently falling into the abyss, simply because of the terror from Kinanti.

"Vera, tomorrow your fate will be the same as Kinanti. Don't look for me after this. Tomorrow, you're just my past. Not the future I want."

Vera, a sweet girl of Chinese Javanese descent nan jelita was not aware of Arga's speech. He was exhausted after fulfilling all the wishes of that jerk.

"After this my life will be free, like a newborn baby. Aruna is dead too. No one would dare to claim Farras custody of me again."

Slowly Arga got off the bed and put his clothes back on. While walking in tiptoes, he came out of Vera's rented room.

The deg!

Arga almost had a heart attack, when he found the figure of a woman sitting on the living room sofa. His feet dangled down, while shaking.

Arga could not see his face, because his position was turned back on him. However, from its appearance it is certain that the woman is not human. He must be the Kinanti figure who used to terrorize him.

"Damn it! Why would that creature know this place?" Arga doesn't have the guts to get past that figure. Maybe later he will be the victim, like Aksa and Aruna the other day. Arga stepped back carefully.

The krompyang!

Damnit. Arga accidentally touched the wall behind him until he fell.

Hearing the noise behind, the figure turned his gaze backwards. Only his head rotated a hundred and eighty degrees, not with his body.

"Arga, so you don't regret throwing me away?" ask the figure who showed off his pointy teeth. "When I would forgive you if you apologized and found my body."

"Huh? So this thing hears all of my words?"

Cretek! Cretek! There was a crackling sound, as if all the bones of the creature were broken. His eyes were jet black, suddenly became fiery red, and looked at Arga until it pierced into his heart.

Arga still stepped back. He opened the room door and quickly went inside.

Nah! Arga managed to lock the door. He immediately turned around to return to bed.

"Argha... Where are you going?"

"Aarrrghhhh!"

Arga shouted loudly, when he found out that the blood-soaked figure was behind his back. Now they face each other. Suddenly Arga stuck out his hand and gripped the kuntilanak's neck.

"Basic of a fucking creature! Even dead is still difficult. Get lost! No one can ruin my life!"

Arga strangled the woman's neck.

(Connected)