The Angkara Murka
The Book of Soldiers Thirty Seventy
A pair of sad Anggraeni eyes. But when he smiled, his eyes were drawn backwards so they looked smiling. Long hair. In the past when dating, Anggraeni almost always divorced him. Now, when he already has two twins, he more often mencepol sober. His skin is white, in contrast to the skin of Satria Piningit which tends to be dark, often becomes a joke and joke friends Satria Piningit. Like shit lizard, they said.
But that's what makes Satria Piningit proud. Have a beautiful wife, beautiful, beautiful skin.
"Dear sleep first. Later I followed," Satria Piningit replied no less slowly. He realized, the wife needs some kind of belief that everything is fine. The woman needs her husband to signal a trust.
Until now, Satria Piningit did not provide a single shred of information about the comfort of them leaving a soft mattress in their home, and choose a hotel room, and, which although the mattress is no less soft - even tend to be more tender - but a foreign atmosphere that is not comparable to the house.
"I promise, baby. I will definitely catch up, in a moment," sure Satria Piningit is back.
Anggraeni felt no need to pressure the husband. Satria Piningit's smile and relief were already in sight. And that's enough.
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Satria Piningit fell asleep in a chair, fifteen minutes later. The lights in the hotel room, on the fourth floor was set dim.
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Anggraeni sleeps sideways, then moves his body on his back. He opened his eyes slowly. For a second, he tried to remember where he was.
He glanced towards the chair. Satria Piningit is invisible there. The empty chair was now facing towards him, not to that wide-stained glass window.
Her eyes were looking for where her husband was.
Beside him were only the two twins who slept face down.
The bathroom lights are on. He also heard the sound of a water faucet and a flush was turned on.
Her chest rose and fell in this supine position, relieved that her husband was in the bathroom.
But for some reason, not long though he was sure that Satria Piningit was not in place before, and was in the bathroom, he said, she was drawn to look at the empty chair where her husband was sitting facing the street below the hotel.
Equally, remaining empty, there was nothing he could see.
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Satria Piningit was still asleep on the chair, but the curtain she had opened had closed again. His intention is indeed after closing the curtain, he will soon follow the wife to sleep. But like being hit by a sirep, his body refused to leave the already comfortable chair. It seemed that the heavy burden he was carrying today pressed down on his shoulders and chest until he sank into tranquility.
Then slowly his eyes closed and fell asleep for about fifteen minutes.
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Anggraeni took a breath and smiled to himself. Why did his brain suddenly think of something? Satria Piningit was in the bathroom, and not in the seat.
The sound of taps and water taps is still heard in the bathroom. The lights there are still on. Satria Piningit is still inside, Anggraeni thought.
He looked back at the empty chair.
Blank.
He held his chest up and down. He shook his head feeling silly.
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Satria Piningit fell asleep deeper and deeper. His head was on his side. All his muscles and nerves are at full rest.
But suddenly he gasped when he heard the sound of the bathroom door closed.
Satria Piningit rubbed her eyes, yawned and stood up slowly.
The bathroom light was turned on and he heard the sound of water from the tap running.
Satria Piningit walked towards the bed.
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Anggraeni thought about what had happened today. Honestly he was relieved because Satria Piningit already looks comfortable when he arrived at the hotel. On the one hand, she was eager to understand what was stirring in her husband's heart, what was milling around in his head. But on the other hand, he was afraid he could not accept or understand it. So, maybe it's best now to let things be as they are. There may be a time when Satria Piningit will tell you what really happened. Maybe Satria Piningit will open the mystery door lock.
Anggraeni took a breath and without any intention turned his head back towards the empty chair.
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Satria Piningit felt her bladder tickle. He doesn't feel too pee. However, this kind of feeling will interfere in his sleep later.
He walked to the front of the bathroom and knocked slowly. "Darling, I'd like to pee too. Open, huh?" her door.
No response from within.
Satria Piningit scratched his stomach and yawned wide. Maybe his wife will be finished and do not bother to walk open the bathroom door, all after finishing later.
Satria Piningit turned towards the bed.
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Anggraeni believes that he did not see wrong. There was a figure sitting on the chair facing towards him.
The dimly lit lamp hides its perfect shape. But for God's sake, Anggraeni believes there's a human body in that chair.
That figure is moving.
Anggraeni felt his body stiff. Instead the figure behind the dark was shaking his head.
A woman!
Anggraeni sure of it. There was a long strand of hair on one side of his face.
His head just kept swaying left and right, then stopped tilting. Anggraeni was convinced that the figure was looking sharply at him.
The book has goosebumps. His chest rose and fell so quickly. He looked at his two twins who were still the same. She was about to grab both of them and might run away, call her husband, or yell at them.
But his tongue was a little bit like it was stuck in his mouth. Both of his hands were shaking but not moving. He lay stiffly on the bed with his eyes fixed on the chair near the hotel window which is now not empty anymore.
The figure was now slowly standing up.
Walk slowly ... So slow ... Towards his bed, As if Anggraeni saw a slow-motion movie scene.
Anggraeni can't avoid it anymore. Both his eyes even glared, especially when even though it was faint, but quite clearly visible horror.
That figure is now clearly visible.
The foreign woman was crying. But not tears but blood.
The liquid coming out of his eyes was in harmony with the color of the kebaya he was wearing and contrasted with the pale skin of his face as white as cotton.
The figure of the kuntilanak was equally glared at Anggraeni who was lying flat on his back.