My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 8. Sister-in-law Candidate

"Sir Shaman, did you hear that last night?"

"Sound what?" Mr. Shaman who just came to the coffee shop. He ordered a cup of milk coffee and a plate of rice pecel for breakfast.

"That creature terrorized our village again. Throughout the night the entire populace heard his shrill laughter.

" O-oh, yeah. I heard it too."

Mr. Shaman rolled his eyeballs. He refused to tell me, if last night he wet the bed because kuntilanak who asked for marriage.

This morning Pak Dukun is more similar to the kuntilanak than humans. Around his eyes looked black. His face was pale. The man did not sleep until the morning, because terrorized the subtle-creature.

"So what should we do, sir? The people are restless, no one dares to move at night. Even for Islamic prayers in the mosque" they reported.

"Sir? Shaman Sir? Mr RW?"

"Y-yes, sorry. I'm not focused anymore" replied Mr. Shaman. "Why should I be afraid? He will certainly be afraid of us who want to worship," continued Mr. Dukun reassured residents. He himself felt unsure of his words.

"But he dared to show himself. It's been a few nights now that he's been wandering around the patrol post and the village gate. Do we have to pray together like we used to?" proposed by citizens.

"Rubber, Mr. Shaman. Now I only dare to open a shop during the day. Ready ashar I have to close for fear of being disturbed," said Mbok Lastri, the owner of the stall.

"Truly that creature! Will I have to follow his wishes this time too? Prayer together does not work to throw him out. He even kept an eye on us from the top of the tree, when a common prayer was held at that time. The villagers don't know that" thought Mr. Dukun.

The man's head felt pulsating. The burden is increasing. Not only complaints from the residents, but he himself has been terrorized several times by the figure of the beautiful woman, to the point of being unable to sleep.

"Are you guys looking for me? I'm right here. Hiyajihi ..."

The sound of a shrill laughter that is invisible, successfully made everyone in the coffee shop run down the ridge.

"Paaaac! I yo ojo left, to," said Mbok Lastri. The thick-bodied woman could not run because she was frying the bakwan. - I yes do not leave, dong.--

"Mbok, ask for one raw chicken heart. Hihihi..." A beautiful pale-faced figure full of wounds appeared behind Mbok Lastri's back. His teeth chewed on the raw chicken liver, which he found in the basin.

...***...

"Include me, my name is Mr. Shaman. Thank you for coming all the way here."

"Sir Shaman?"

Mr. Darya was a little surprised to hear that. The net is guerrilla throughout the room, there is nothing strange about this tiny house. Everything seemed normal, unlike the houses of shamans he used to see on television.

"Ah, that. My name is Pandu Kuncoro. But if the villagers here used to call me abbreviated, so Mr. Shaman," explained the original man of Wingit Hamlet while chuckling. He was afraid that his candidate misunderstood.

"Ahahah, that's it. I am Sudarya and this is my wife, Keshwari. Then it's my three children, Satya, Endaru, and Tari." Mr. Darya introduced his family. "It seems that our arrival here has reached your ears, huh?"

"Yes, I have heard from my daughter" replied Mr. Shaman. "Well, this is my daughter."

A sweet girl with a very simple makeup appeared in the living room, while carrying a tray filled with tea and sponge cake. Her face was smooth and slightly pale, only polished with coral-colored powder and lipstick. Her hair she tied one up and was given a pinch, to make it look neat. His slender body, wrapped in a green toska canal dress.

"My name is Laskmi Kinasih, Sir, Mom. Call me Laksmi." The girl introduced herself, then greeted Mr. Darya's family in turn.

"Beauty her name, like her face," praised Bu Kesha. "I'm sorry, if I may know, how old are you, Nduk?"

"Twenty-seven years, ma'am," replied Laksmi.

"Huh? Twenty-seven years? No, this can't be ignored, "inner Dance, Satya's youngest sister. "I have to ask Laksmi the secret of her skincare. I'm twenty-seven, but his face is still like a big brother," Laksmi's inner self again.

"So now you're just living together with your father?"

"Nggeh, Sir. I dropped out of school since my mother died" Laksmi explained. He seemed so calm answering the questions of the two Satya parents.

"He who daily takes care of the house, while I work," added Mr. Dukun.

The inter-family talks went on and on to discuss the engagement and wedding. Not grandiose, Laksmi only asked for a gold ring and a pair of earrings for her dowry.

As for the shipment, he prefers a pair of goats and two pairs of ducks. It's a bit strange indeed, but he said it was common in the hamlet there. While the application of aka fiancee is done simply, it is only attended by both extended families and close relatives.

"So is it true that you only ask for a marriage contract, without a party?" ask Miss Kesha.

"Yes, Mom. I'm afraid to trouble many people with conditions that should not be sick and tired like this" replied Laksmi politely.

"Alright if that's your wish" said Bu Kesha and Mr. Darya appreciate the decision of their future daughter-in-law.

...***...

"Mas, I think Laksmi is pale, yes. It's a little weird, isn't it?" whispered Dance, as they were about to return home. Father, Mother and Satya were still talking at the door.

"St! Can't do that. It was already explained, Madam Laksmi suffered from a rare disease Xeroderma pigmentosum, so can not be exposed to sunlight for too long. Then Laksmi also experienced Leukemia, right? So he can't have any heavy thoughts" Ndaru replied.

"But his hands are cold, Mom. I think people died of cold. I also smell the carcass and the smell of jasmine around the body of Mbak Laksmi," said Tari firmly in his opinion.

"Yes Maybe Madam Laksmi was nervous, because she first met Father and Mother," replied Ndaru again.

"But Mas, look at that photo on the wall, right? Mbak Laksmi wear High School clothes and style like a teenager in the 90s or 2000s. What do not-don't Mbak Laksmi it ..."

"Shhhhh! Just don't think about anything. Maybe the concept of the photo is like that. Now it's been a lot of vintage photo concepts are just as retro," replied Ndaru with a flat face.

"I don't believe me." Dari swept her lips, as her premonition was met flatly by the older brother.

"Dance?"

Suddenly Dance's shoulders were patted from behind, by a fingers full of wounds and blood.

(Connected)