My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 24. Bloody Passengers

Wuxom, Nduk. This is again what show, to?"

Some residents who received megono rice and pecel rice from Kinanti looked semi-rigid. They also welcomed Laksmi very kindly. With the exception of one young mother, who was busy calming her crying baby.

"There's no show, Mom. I just want to share with you as an acquaintance. Since my marriage I've rarely been out of the house," Kinanti replied with a smile on her father's face.

"Oh... Mature suwun, nggih. Though do not bother gini if you want acquaintance. Just sit here together, you see," replied the sisters. - Thank you, yeah-

"Duh, yes it's not good for me, Mom. Yesterday's wedding was not all invited" Laksmi said.

"Bye, iyo. Satya gets her wedding impromptu. I think there's something" chirped one of the mothers in purple.

"Ck! Opo kowe?" reprimand mommy berdaster yellow. "We heard that your mother was sick. Opo to pain, Nduk?" - By the way what are you?"-

"Yes, Mom. In the case of diarrhea. Wrong eating as it were. But it's healed. Now only Ndaru is treated," said Laksmi gently.

"Thank God. Hope it heals soon, yeah."

"Thank you, Mom. If so excuse me first, want to drive to another house," replied Laksmi.

Laksmi looked at the tiny baby in the sling of the young mother with a sweet look and a small smile, before she left. The little baby was crying harder. The mother felt awkward and a little away, to calm her heart.

"Sri, what's the matter with your son, To? It was Laksmi like he was uncomfortable to hear," the mother reprimanded purple as she sniffed in annoyance. It seemed that he himself was not comfortable hearing the cry of the little boy.

The reprimanded mother only let out a long sigh, while rubbing the chest of her little son who was still crying.

"It turns out that his ghost is Buk Kesha ayu tenan. I thought she was arrogant, because she rarely went out of the house," said the mother with yellow rice.

"Satya said he had a rare illness, Mbok. Can't get that sun, can it. That's why it rarely comes out" replied the other mother.

"But I'm feeling weird, yo? The body smells of jasmine and camphor just like a dead man" chirped one of the women whose hair had turned white.

"Well, iyo. I also smell the smell of jasmine," replied the purple-painted mother.

"Maybe it's the smell of the medicines he's drinking" said the yellow-painted mother.

"Sir. If I don't think it's because of drugs" said Sri, the young mother who holds her baby.

"La continues?"

"He's not human" he said.

"The opo? Ojo guyon koyok ngono. Wis misses kui," reprimanded the mothers. - What? Don't joke, Sri. It was that late.-

"But I'm not lying. Sikile ora napak ground," said the young mother with a serious face.His feet did not tread to the ground

All eyes also glanced towards Laksmi who was getting away. But the weeds on the side of the road cover Laksmi's lower body. It cannot be proven whether his feet really do not tread the ground, or just Sri's only boast.

"Halah Sri, your son sing cry kok wong liyo kowe salahno. Delok iku, your son's wetting his bed. Pantesan nangis wae ket want," the purple-painted mother's lips.Your cry-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so someone else you blame. Look at that, pantesan just cry from earlier.-

Sri rubbed under her sling. It was true that his son was wetting. But it still seems new, because the liquid that seeps it feels warm. He was also very sure, seeing Laksmi who stood up without even treading to the ground.

...***...

Laksmi continued to walk under the sengon trees that grew lined up on the side of the road. His body began to feel pain, as a result of the morning sunlight peering through the cracks of the leaves. He also could not float, afraid to cross paths with other villagers.

When in the middle of the road, Laksmi suddenly stopped his movement. He smelled a sickening stench. Simultaneously, a car stopped on Laksmi's side.

"Dek Laksmi, right? Where is the walk alone from? Would you like me to anterin and go to the office?" scold the man in the old brown uniform.

The woman turned her head, looking at Aksa coldly. Her face was very pale, although she was very beautiful with hair curled up and a face without makeup. He faintly smelled jasmine from his body.

"I'm on foot, Mr. Kades. Excuse me," said Laksmi without a smile, as she passed away.

"Yes, please," said Aksa looking at Laksmi in confusion.

"Cock freak, huh? Whereas in the village office he was flirtatious and teased me first?" aksa gumam. "Then the weird dream that made me take a bath that night?" mumbling again.

The two Netra Aksa were wide-eyed, when they did not see the woman who had just passed him. Though only a few seconds Aksa turned his face.

So curious, Aksa got down from the car to check it out. The road was straight up to two hundred meters forward and backward. Right and left are gardens owned by residents fenced barbed wire.

"There's no way a woman could break through that fence. So, where is he going?" aksa gumam.

It didn't look anything, it was completely gone. Aksa then returned to his car.

"Why, Sir? Want me again? Hiyajihi ..."

Aksa gasped in shock at the faint shadow in her middle rearview. The figure of a pale-faced woman in a high school uniform full of blood.

"Who are you?" Aksa tried to open the car door. But no matter what happens, the door cannot be opened at all.

The stranger was getting closer. The smell of rotten carcasses also rippled throughout the room. Aksa was about to scream, but his voice was stuck in the throat.

"There may be ghosts during the day. Then what is this?" aksa thought in his heart.

The creature's long nails are coiled around its neck. "Maaasss, play with me, yuk. Hihihihi," he whispered.

His pupils suddenly enlarged, as he recalled who the figure that strangled him was.

"Win-waiting?" Strangely, his voice that was lost suddenly returned.

"Chihara..."

...***...

"Why did Laksmi just say coming the moon was just a lie, huh? So what does it mean that he can't touch me? Is it because of the illness, so it's dangerous to be in contact?"

Olafle. Apparently Satya heard a piece of Laksmi's speech in front of the dawn mirror earlier. But Satya did not have the right time, to invite his wife to speak four eyes.

Satya glanced to the right, making sure that Ndaru was really asleep. Her mother and father have returned home. He also flicked the curtain, to make sure that there was no one in the bed next door.

After it felt safe, his fingers moved quickly to open the video he had recorded all night. The man's pupils worked hard, watching a video that was in the darkness. Even the maximum screen brightness, does not make the video look bright.

"Hmm, I don't think there's anything strange. All night he just sleeps. Am I being too suspicious of him?" satya said to herself.

Apparently last night the man installed a hidden camera connected to HP, to monitor all Laksmi activities at night. The man was still curious, why last night Laksmi dismantled his closet and looked for a photo album. Who is he looking for?

As usual, around one o'clock at night, Laksmi got out of bed and put on a cardigan to cover her thin nightgown. He was then seen walking out of the room.

Nothing strange in sight. Within minutes, the young woman returned to her room and went back to sleep. Just about to close the long duration video, Satya's forehead suddenly wrinkled. His eyes caught a strange one from the video.

"Why is Laksmi's hair so long that it sweeps the floor? Isn't the length of her hair just waist-length?"

Satya knew very well how long the black hair belonged to his wife, because she often helped comb it. Not lost his surprise, Satya again surprised by some photos sent by Tari just now.

"Astaghfiullah! Is this really in my room?" the pekikin' in heart.

(Connected)