Santet Bride
Part 1's

In her room which was only illuminated with a candle, Kania took a straw doll wrapped in a shroud that had been attached to a photo of Rasti. Unmercifully, Kania stabbed the belly of the straw doll many times.

With a cruel face and a feeling of vengeance, Kania pierced the straw doll sometimes in her crumbs with all her might, as if wanting to break Rasti's body through the shrouded straw doll.

"Taste it, Rasti! Arga deserves me better!" kania said with a happy laugh.

A moment later Kania suddenly fell silent recalling her sweet memories with Arga, but the look on her face and jaw instantly hardened as she recalled the wounds caused by the man and his best friend, Rasti.

"Arga, you are mine! Forever is mine! Only mine!".

Suddenly the wind blew unnaturally into his tightly closed room. The books neatly arranged in the bookcase next to where he was sitting suddenly fell to the floor without anyone touching him and the faintness of his nose began to smell an unusual fishy scent.

As soon as Kania's nape brushed, she was more and more convinced that her grudge would soon be avenged.

"Come ... Come! I'm calling you, I'll be your loyal follower!"

Kania really could not think clearly anymore, because of the deep scratched wounds in her heart.

In the mind of Kania now there is only realizing his desire to avenge, hurt, disappointed, embarrassed, angry with the couple.

"Come! I need your help! Help me get my revenge on this bitch! Come over! Come closer!"

The gust of wind that carried the cold aura was increasingly gripping with the sound of dog howls in the distance.

Spell after spell spoken and seemed to answer his wishes, suddenly there were invisible whispers that seemed to want to say that 'they' were ready to help Kania who had burned his vengeful fire.

'I came to fulfill your calling! Say what you want then I will fulfill all your requests on condition give me something to eat!' There was a raucous and wet voice whispering near his ear.

"Take what you want from that woman! She's yours! She's yours! Hahaha," laughs Kania.

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"Rasti, where are you, honey?" Arga walks into the kitchen looking for Rasti, the wife who is now pregnant with their first baby.

Hearing her husband's voice, Rasti wakes up and sits on a springbed mattress where she meets her beloved husband. "Yes, Mas, I was lying in the room" replied Rasti from the direction of the room.

Hearing the voice of the wife he was looking for from the room, Arga rushed to the room and found the woman sitting facing the door while tidying up her long, tangled hair.

"Kok tumben still morning gini you sleep?" asked Arga astonished to see Rasti still faithfully above the springbed.

"Yes sorry, Mom, I wasn't feeling well, so I broke down. Are you hungry, huh? I cook first, Mas," asked Rasti to her beloved husband after the handsome man was nearby.

Arga only nodded slightly to answer the wife's question, taking a seat next to Rasti his outstretched hand rubbed the belly of his wife who already looked bloated, "what other father's son is in there? Father's son, don't be naughty yeah, don't make mom sick. Poor mother, dear father's son mother right?" Arga asked his son to talk.

For a while Arga was engrossed in talking with his soon-to-be-born baby, several times he kissed his wife's distended stomach. Even several times he rubbed gently when he felt the smooth movements of his future son.

Arga hopes to have a son in order to continue the business of his parents who are now led after the papi break from the business world.

"May you be born as a son, son. A tough boy, strong because you are the heir to the next Reporter business" Arga said.

Rasti rubbed her husband's head gently, sometimes she laughed amusedly at the husband's conversation with his future son, "funny father chatted well, mother until dicuekkin," teased Rasti.

"No, Honey. You remain number one until anytime, I just tell the same adek again so don't be naughty so mom doesn't get sick. Aren't you, Deck?" arga continued to his prospective children.

After chatting with her baby, Arga looked at Rasti and grabbed the yellow-skinned woman's shoulder to embrace. His wife's long black curls "thank you, baby" he said.

Rasti who did not know the meaning of her husband's words just nodded and asked if her husband would eat or else he would make a snack for them.

Arga agreed to his wife's proposal to make a snack, somehow this morning his stomach feels very hungry but does not want to eat food that is too filling.

"Well, I'll go to the kitchen first. I want to make a nice snack for my dear husband" said Rasti.

While saying so, Rasti reassembled the veil she had removed earlier before finally standing up and moving into the kitchen.

"Yes, I'm waiting here, Yang. I'm gonna lay it down for a second. About twenty minutes to go to the kitchen" said Arga, who was confirmed by his wife.

Without Rasti realizing earlier there was a woman behind him reaching out to prepare to harm him.

'My gift, I'm coming! How sweet is your scent! Be prepared to accept your death, whispered the figure of the woman

Gedebug!

There was a sound of falling objects thumping quite loudly in the kitchen and not long heard the sound of shouting, "Mas! My stomach hurts a lot, Mom!" rasti shouted to Arga, her husband.

Arga had just intended to lie down to rest his tired body when suddenly a screaming voice came from the kitchen.

"Astaghfirullah, what's that sound? Don't-don't ...." Suddenly Arga jumped from the bed and ran towards the kitchen, but the shit could not be refused, because in a hurry and did not see the direction of the road, Arga's right leg hit the legs of the closet in his room.

Pork!

'Oh, my big toe hurts, don't sprain anymore. Really, I don't know people in a hurry. Wear all kesandung events. Basic sloppy!' arga's nagging in his heart while stroking his sore big toe.

With a limping step holding back the pain in his big toe, Arga rose up and returned to the kitchen to visit his wife.

"Mas! Mas! Cepetan, Mother! Here!" Rasti shouted from the kitchen.

"Yes! Stop, Yang! Be patient! My big toe hurts, it's out of the closet!" pasala Arga is not losing hard.

With the pain in mind, Arga forced his foot down the steps and approached his wife who was in the kitchen and he was very surprised to see her in a position to fall.

Arga rushed to his wife who was holding her stomach, "What's wrong, Beb. You why?" asked Arga with a confused face.

"It hurts, Mas .. My stomach hurts a lot!" rasti groaned while holding his enlarged stomach, between his thighs looks half thick blood flowing wet the negligee he is now wearing.

"Beb, what's wrong with you? What is it with you? Why are you in a rich gini position? You fell sitting on a slip or something?" scowl Arga to his wife in pain.

By biting her lips, Rasti, Arga's wife was only able to shake her head slowly, indicating she was no longer able to speak.

Rasti could only groan softly at the sign he was starting to weaken, his negligee getting flushed red by the viscous liquid that kept coming out, "gold, please." The power is getting drained due to the lack of blood.

Quickly, forgetting the pain in his big toe that had stumbled on the closet, Arga carried his wife to be taken to the hospital, and, but when he arrived at the door of the car Arga breathed a rough breath while patting his forehead aloud, because he forgot to bring his car keys.

"Ah ... you stupid! I forgot to bring the keys!" grumbled Arga, annoyed with himself being so careless from earlier.

"Well, you sit here for a second, I'll take the car keys first. You hold on!" After sitting Rasti in a rattan chair on the porch, Arga rushed to retrieve his car keys hanging near their bedroom door, then ran back to the front and drove his car at a fairly high speed to the hospital.

Race with death is what Arga is doing right now. He just wanted to get to the destination immediately, but somehow the trip felt so long. His car that is ordinary speed of the road was felt slow even a few times the engine of his car as if faltering.

'Huh! Why the hell this car, slow road is not rich usually! The rich are going on strike again. Please, don't die dong, like my baby boy, ' grumbled Arga talking to his car.

While next to her, several times Rasti bit her lip withstanding the pain in the stomach and on the sidelines of both thighs that continued to drain blood.

Arga did not want to lose his wife and child, Arga tried hard to focus his attention forward, even though his heart was bitterly sliced to hear his wife's moans felt unbearable pain.

"Mas, spiel, Mas. I can't take it anymore. It hurts so much, Mom. Allahu Akbar." Rasti whimpered in pain.

" Yes, Honey. It's me too, but I don't dare to speed too much, Yang. Later if we have an accident even more troublesome. You hang on for a second, Yang. We're almost there." Arga convinces Rasti and tries to strengthen by tightly grasping the woman's hand to channel the rest of her strength and spirit when

this, although actually he himself was very confused and afraid of something happening to his son and wife.

Arga spurred his car faster than ever, hoping to get to the destination quickly without realizing that besides him and his wife, there was another figure in their car.

Who is that figure?

Why did the figure follow Rasti and Arga?

Did the figure have any ill intentions towards the two of them?

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