My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 79. Mysterious People

The sun was very hot, watching the footsteps of dozens of people who moved into the Rajaswala Forest, north of Lake Cemani. Though it is still eight in the morning, but the light seemed to be very piercing into the skin. Even the breeze seemed reluctant to blow.

But all that did not dampen the enthusiasm of Citraloka Village residents. The Kinanti case was finally reopened after twenty years had passed. Though legally, this case should have officially closed one week ago, exactly on the same date as the disappearance of two decades ago legally state.

But at the request of the villagers, the police were willing to reopen the case. Residents, especially adult men flocked to search for the remains of Kinanti's body. Police also took hands with sniffer dogs. Armed with the memory of the Hero, they also looked at every corner of the forest reserve.

Time keeps rolling. The sun has gone to the center of the zenith. Right over the head. Their skin was burning more and more, because of the heat of the sun.

"Wira, did you really throw it around here?" asked one of the police officers who helped with the search.

"I don't remember too much because it's been too long. The environment around here has changed a lot. No more banyan trees that used to grow here" replied Wira with a sad face.

"Already, Son. Don't grieve. We've been trying. If indeed Kinanti wants to be found, she will certainly bring herself up," said Mr. Diman while wiping his wet eyes. There was nothing more heartbroken there than her.

"Yes, sir," replied the Wira.

"Let's get ready to pray first. In a moment, dzuhur. After prayer and lunch we continue," suggested Mr. Diman. He didn't want to burden the people who helped him.

Given that their energy had been drained and stomach rumbling, they all finally agreed to rest for a moment. They then went to the nearest surau, and performed dzuhur prayer together. The holy verses of the Koran were very beautifully recited, by Satya who became a priest.

Slowly the mood dimmed. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, holding back the scorching rays of the sun that were heading towards the earth. Cool air began to blow, through the walls of the surau board.

"Siratallazhi an’amta ‘alaihim gairil-magribi ‘alaihim wud la-allain..."

"Aamiin..."

Satya shuddered to hear it. Aamiin's words on this third rakaat sounded very crowded. His thunderous voice, reflected all over the corner of the manau. It was as if his congregation had reached thousands. Though their current number is only about sixty or seventy people. Moreover, this little Surau was not able to accommodate more pilgrims than that.

It turned out that all the other worshippers felt the same way. They shuddered in horror, when they heard it. But no one moved from his place. Satya still leads the prayer well, until the last rakaat.

After finishing the prayer, Satya continued to lead the prayer. Some of the worshippers in the last row looked back. They saw a group of people dressed all in white, coming out of the surau.

Their height is the same. His face was none that they recognized. Everything looks foreign. Likewise, women worshipers who wear plain white face. They moved quickly without any visible footsteps, as if they were floating. Their body posture was also all the same, tall and skinny. In just an instant, they came out of the small mane and disappeared at a crossroads.

They who?

The question became the main topic during lunch. But none of them know the answer.

...***...

"Try looking around the thickets there. It may have been buried in soil and covered in crops" a police officer ordered, directing volunteers to help with the search.

After lunch, their work continued. Now they're moving downstream to the lower lake, perhaps their bodies were washed away by the rain and buried there.

It is not easy to find bones that have been lost twenty years ago. Moreover, the exact location is unknown. Mr. Diman also mengikhlaskan, if the remains of Kinanti not found again.

Srak! The hero suddenly heard the sound of leaves rustling. There was no one behind him. Everyone has moved downstream.

Srak! Srak! Just about to step foot, Wira again heard the sound of footsteps. Ah, his eyes unintentionally looked at the old wooden stump between the leaf litter. The circumference of the tree that began to weathered, looks very large.

Aushhhh! Suddenly the wind was blowing hard, shaking the bushes around the stump. Aaaauuummmm... The sniffer dogs that the policemen were carrying were howling long.

"I found it!" Wira shouted while running to approach the volunteers. "Sir! Found it! Kinanti Corpse!" shouted again. His voice echoed all over the forest.

Mr. Diman's body trembled hearing that. He was suddenly not ready to meet Kinanti, under different circumstances.

The police immediately checked the location that Wira said earlier. They also found human skulls buried in the surface of the ground and covered by vines of liliana.

Carefully, the police team as well as forensics lifted the bones that had been mixed with the ground. His skull and nose were broken. Likewise with the pelvis. While his leg bones cracked. After that they took him to the police hospital for a visa.

Mr. Diman was crying. She had indeed found her missing daughter for many years, but she could not hold her anymore.

Two days later, the bones found in the forest were officially identified as Kinanti. The skeletal remains were then treated like bodies, then interred. Citraloka hamlet is in mourning again. The beautiful and kind woman of the pride of the village is gone, due to the actions of senseless young people.

...***...

The atmosphere in Citraloka Village tonight is very tense. Very cold air was blowing from the direction of the mountains. Thick fog shaded the village on the slopes of Mount Lawu. There was no sound of crickets and owls from around the house, as if they were hiding from the gripping night.

Although the terror of Kuntilanak no longer exists, the villagers still do not dare to roam at night. After finishing tahlilan at Mr. Diman's house, the residents rushed home, then locked the door tightly.

The story of the legendary Kinanti for two decades is again discussed. But now it sounds different. Kinanti the kuntilanak, as people call it. Some residents feel sad to hear the story of Kinanti used crowded, then discarded. But there are also those who feel scared, afraid that the figure of kuntilanak came to his house.

Brak! Suddenly the kitchen door of Miss Nastiti was wide open. Cold air from the mountains burst into the house, followed by a thick jasmine fragrance.

"Want, is that you?"

Ms. Nastiti ventured to ask. During this time when he smelled jasmine, he did not want to believe that Kinanti had come. Because it only made his heart even more hurt.

"Mom.." whispered a woman behind Nastiti.

"Son, show me your form. I want to see you just once" whispered Miss Nastiti longing.

"Who's mom talking to you?" Suddenly Mr. Diman came, because he heard the voice of his wife talking. There were no more guests in their home. Everyone has gone home.

"Sir... Mum..."

The breeze from the direction of the door accompanied the appearance of a female figure in high school uniform. Her face was very pretty, yet it looked pale. He stepped slowly into the house, then hugged the couple.

Cold, that's all it feels. But his body smells like flowers. No more smell of incense and carrion from him.

"Let me go, sir, ma'am. You guys are always healthy, yeah."

Mr. Diman and Ms. Nastiti could not say anything, other than crying as they pleased. Slowly the figure disappeared, and became a puff of white smoke that soared into space.

Meanwhile Satya shut herself in the room. His heart felt completely empty. The request for the Kinanti has been fulfilled. Then where is he now? Did he really go without saying goodbye to her?

(Connected)