Rice Shell For My Husband
Chapter 7 - Santet reply

Rima nodded in agreement with the terms that the old lady before him would tell him, no matter how much effort the rival must definitely avenge. 

"What are the requirements, Mom?" chirp Rima who returned to repeat the question. 

"On the Friday night of the kliwon, you have to prepare seven flower bouquets and provide incense in an enclosed room. Don't let the light into that room or you'll be fucked." 

Rima was silent for a moment considering her requirements, her little heart was so doubtful but the revenge that gnawed on her entire body managed to master it. "I have to do it, it's an easy requirement. In order to avenge the terror that Sulastri gave him, he will soon be hated and become ugly." He said in the day. 

Itam's tomb glanced in the other direction, revealing a meaningful smile when he could see invisible creatures. "Do you agree? Just Friday night Kliwon." 

"Then, what should I do after that, Mom?" 

"Sleep in that room without using a thread, in the sense of being naked." 

"All right, Mom." 

"Hem. Go home, tomorrow you will see the rival suffer and be shunned by everyone." 

Rima nodded, passing away leaving the dimly lit room. Mak Itam coded something to get close to him.

"That woman will be your wife." 

"Good Mom." Reply to the voice of men who do not look the shape, liked Rima for a long time but did not have any opportunities. But now he had a glimmer of hope, loving the woman who had just walked out of this place while laughing horribly. "What body and soul can I have?" 

"You can only approach him on a Friday night kliwon, but before that you have to run errands." 

"All right, anything for that woman." 

Along the way, Rima smilingly started thinking about what happened tomorrow. "Taste you Sulastri, it's the result if you dare to terrorize me." Mumbled. 

Rima hastened her footsteps to get to the house, of course she wants to cook warm rice that is smeared with the study of mak Itam in luring the husband. 

Upon arriving at home, a pair of eyes looked at him question markingly. Swallowing the saliva as if stuck in the throat, the real sight was in front of him seeing the arrival of the husband. 

"Mas Arman came home early today?" asked Rima nervously. 

"Where have you been, Rima?" 

"I've been shopping at the stall."

"Where's the shopping? I don't see. Don't lie to you!" firmly Arman while wailing, clearly visible nervous face of the wife. 

Rima barged inside and nudged the husband's arm, using his ultimate sulking technique. 

"You why the hell? I asked instead of crashing." Arman followed his wife. 

"Partially I'm tired of Mas at home constantly, just for." Rima answered, raising her voice. 

"Okay, I accept your excuse. But I saw you coming out of Itam the black shaman's mak house. What are you doing there?" 

Rima threw an empty glass on the floor, glaring as a form of endurance if he was fed up with Arman's questions. The treatment of the husband who was always light hands again brought a new spirit to fight, there was no fear in his heart. 

"Stop introgasi Mas, you have no right to me this and that. Where I go the most important thing is not cheating, not like you who go to work even secretly love other women. If you were still like this? Better get out of this house, I'm sick of you." Speech with high intonation makes Arman speechless, tears that drip. 

Arman clasped his wife's body and hugged her very tightly. "I'm sorry, I don't want to lose you." He said softly and softly. 

"I want to be like this." Lirih Rima as heard by Arman. 

"Then you'll get it." Arman is increasingly romantic and makes Rima almost lulled. 

Arman did not discuss anything about Rima who came to visit the shaman of black magic, but his little heart was still filled with doubts and curiosity about the words of Surip and also Himan that night.

 "Is it possible that the words of Diman and Surip are true? There's no way Rima can control me and save me. Ahhh never mind, I love my wife so much and that's all that matters." He murmured in the heart. 

The next day, Rima who was in the market was sorting and choosing fresh vegetables, heard a whisper from the mothers next door and immediately put an ear. 

"Eh, do you know what the fate of the actor Sulastri is?" 

"Don't know what's wrong with him?" reply to other mothers. 

"I heard that her pretty face had turned ugly, peeling and purulent skin also gave off a very foul smell." 

"Astaghfirullah, what could that be?" 

"His name is also karma, it's a reward that's worth it for a woman who takes people's husbands." 

"Eh, isn't that Rima? Arman's wife who yesterday canceled to marry Sulastri."

"Yes, we're samperin yuk." The mothers flocked to approach Rima and looked for a face. 

"Eh, Neng Rima." Greet compact mothers. 

"Yes Buk, come rame-rame like this what is it?" Rima pretended not to know anything, another in the heart who was very satisfied with the work of Itam's grave which was extraordinary for him. 

"Neng must know Sulastri." 

"Yes, he took my husband." Reply Rima bowed sadly. 

"He got karma, Neng." 

"Karma how does that mean?" 

"His face was now shattered and also disgusting, no one dared to approach him." 

"Geez, how could that be?" Rima pretended sympathy to get the attention of the mothers in order to support her. 

"The prayers of the hurt wife are indeed faster answered by the distrust of God, Neng." 

Rima immediately paid for the newly selected vegetables and said goodbye to the mothers, he was impatient to check for himself how the condition of Sulastri who had betrayed him. 

"Wah..wah, why is his face covered?" ask Rima mellow. 

Sulastri is very upset about Rima's arrival to his house, knowing the intent and purpose of her future husband's legal wife who suddenly annulled her marriage. "Would you like to come here? Go!" expel rough. 

"Where's your beauty-ass face?" 

"It must be because of you, right, Rima? The only one who hates me is you." Press Sulastri.

Rima laughed as she clapped her hands, recalling the night she was in terror. "That's the payoff for an itchy actor who likes to snatch people's husbands, what real karma."