My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 35. The Secret of Pak Dukun's Children

"Please!" scream Aruna.

"Oh my God, Aruna! You why? Who's talking to?"

"Mothers... Helpme. Huhuhuhoo..." Aruna was crying when her mother came to see her.

"Yes, Nduk. Mom's here. What the hell were you, to?"

Bu Tuti who had just heard her daughter's screams, immediately ran from the room. The woman's hearing had begun to weaken, so it was too late to realize that her daughter needed help. Now he hugged the woman tightly to calm her down.

"It's quiet?" whispered Bu Tuti after a while. Aruna nodded slowly.

"Now, what's wrong with you?"

"He's coming again, ma'am," replied Aruna.

"He who?" tanya Bu Tuti did not understand. He saw no one at the door.

"Winning. His spirit is bothering me again" Aruna replied.

"Arwah? Is he dead? Until now, his body has not been found. You sure it's him?" said Mrs Tuti.

Aruna just nodded weakly. His chest was still moving up and down regulating his breathing.

"It's still daytime. The sun is shining. Where there are ghosts. Maybe you're hallucinating" said Ms. Tuti.

"He's really coming, Mom. I don't know why, either?"

Both pupils of Aruna's eyes were enlarged, as she saw the salt boundary line she had made since yesterday had been cut off. His jaw clenched loudly while growling.

"Who broke that line?" aruna said with annoyance. But a second later he could not protest, as his cocks scrambled the salt with their claws.

...***...

"In this photo there are seven children including me. But I don't remember them. Just Aksa and Aruna I just met."

Laksmi aka Kinanti was walking around in her room which was still very neatly arranged. Even fine dust does not stick to every object there.

The shadow of his body was full of wounds and mud, reflected in the mirror of the closet in the corner of the room. His long hair was tangled, breaking down to the floor.

Ever since he learned that Mr. Ardiman and Ms. Nastiti were both his parents, the figure secretly visited them often, to make sure both of them lived well.

"Who is the woman in Aksa's house, huh? Is he my friend? Or my enemies like Aksa and Aruna?" Kinanti rubbed a portrait of Rani's face with her fingers that remained bone.

"Ah, when they are in plain sight. But I don't even remember it. It sucks!"

Kinanti began to dare to open the closet, to look for other evidence. But he forgot, that also meant making a fuss in his room.

"Loh, Mum. You started putting flowers in Kinanti's room again?" ask Mr. Diman to his wife. He was astonished to see the door of his daughter's room slightly open and let out a fragrant smell.

"Well, there's nothing, sir," replied Ms. Nastiti. He had not done the routine a dozen years ago, to reduce the wounds in his heart.

Miss Nastiti rushed after her husband. He was glued to see the arrangement of the books and the frame on the Kinanti study table had changed. The faint aroma of jasmine flowers, Kinanti's favorite perfume was pouring out into the entire room.

"Ah, is Kinanti coming home, sir?" said Ms. Nastiti with teary eyes.

"Ah, suck. Why should I hide, anyway? Can't they do me?"

The closet door swayed slightly, as Kinanti walked out from there. The fragrant aroma was getting thick. The figure tried to hug the mother who was different nature with him, but unfortunately he could not touch it with such a form.

"Errrgh! Goddamnit! Looks like someone's doing shit with me again."

The sweet smile on the creature's face disappeared instantly, changing with an angry grin. He darted away, before his parents smelled carrion from his body.

...***...

"Ohuk!"

Mr. Shaman spewed blood from his mouth. His body was bent to the floor. Both of his hands pressed against his diaphragm which felt cramped.

"Ohuk!" The man spilled blood again, more than ever.

"That's not much, Mr. Shaman. If you try to find a religious leader to unmask me, then you will be one nature with me.

The incision wound on Pak Dukun's neck is getting wider, due to the clutches of the kuntilanak's nails. His sight began to blur, along with his obstructed blood flow. Her breath feels tight.

Mr. Shaman shuffled into the kitchen. He rinsed with water from the teapot. Apparently the figure in dull white clothes followed him into the kitchen.

"You're outrageous Kunti! Just because your names are the same, you resemble the form of my son, taking his life for your own pleasure" said Mr. Shaman with a breath.

"What's? My pleasure? I'm ill. Although it's different in the world, but my heartache is still very big. Do you want your daughter's secret I broke, Mr Shaman?"

That raucous voice boomed throughout the room. Followed by a heart-wrenching cry of grief.

"But he's not your target, Kunti. Unhand her! You married the wrong man! Your birth year is very different."

Mr. Shaman could not see the skeletal figure full of blood spots. His black and broad eyes also make the feathers of Pak Dukun increasingly bristling.

"Hey, old bangka! You feel the same way about me, right? That's why you did that to your son, right?"

The figure without the legs was floating down. His hair was very long, sweeping the entire kitchen floor. Mr. Shaman cursed annoyed, because his body was petrified. His heart was eager to get out of there.

"Don't bring my son, kunti! You savage! Toying with the human heart is not wrong at all."

"Because I don't have a heart, Old Man. Hihihi..."

Their faces were now facing each other, with a distance of less than a inch. The Shaman can only close his eyes. But until the count of five, nothing happened. Mr. Dukun ventured to open his eyes while saying kamit reading prayer. It turned out that he saw the figure hovering towards his single daughter's room.

"What are you doing?" The strength of Pak Dukun who has not collected all, making him have to walk stumbling after the Kuntilanak.

"You want what you did to your daughter twenty years ago to remain a secret, right? Then follow all my orders. Until all my grudges are avenged. Hihihi..."

"Crazy! I must have been getting crazy, because every day always talking to this creature," said Mr. Shaman in his heart. But inevitably he continues to follow the desires of the subtle creature, for the sake of his only daughter.

After the figure left, Mr. Shaman also opened the door of his daughter's room which was always tightly closed, to make sure the girl was okay. "Ah, why don't you finish your breakfast, son? Would you like to buy some chicken for lunch?"

(Connected)