My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 40. Mystery of Laksmi

"So how's my wife, Mr Ustadz? Does he have a soft creature, or does he have a handle?" satya asked the man wearing the white peci.

Jera uses the services of smart people, Satya now turns to ask for help from a cleric. He was with Hadyan, until he went to the boarding school where he studied first. With a video from his HP, he asked about his wife to the teacher.

"Sorry, Satya. Not to offend your wife. But... The smell is like a dead person," said the man who was familiarly greeted with Mr. Soleh.

"On that matter, I actually kissed him a lot, sir, too" Satya replied honestly. "But all this time I just thought, it was because of a rare disease that he suffered all this time" he added.

Mr. Soleh shook his head, "Even people who have external wounds such as diabetes and other diseases will not have such an odor. Obviously something is different with your wife" she said with a heavy heart.

Satya took a deep breath. The breeze coming from the direction of the river, made his long hair that began to be blown by the wind. While Hadyan was sitting a bit apart, busying herself with HP in her hands.

"Son, before marriage did you know her long enough?" ask Mr. Soleh.

"No, Sir. We only know about a month. Feeling fit, I married her, too" Satya replied.

"Keep you're sorry now?" ask Mr. Soleh again.

"No, Sir. She was a good woman to me and my sisters. He was also very polite and respectful to both of my parents. But yes it was, sometimes he was a little strange," Satya replied smoothly and loudly.

The man who had entered his fifty years of age smiled faintly. His hand then held a white cup filled with milk coffee.

"Father so remember twenty years ago, when he first met his wife at a lecture event. Just like you are now. In my eyes, she is the most perfect woman" said Mr. Soleh.

Satya only smiled when she heard Mr. Soleh's chatter about her past. This teacher is known as a man who is very affectionate towards his wife and family.

"But, Son. You have to be honest. Looks like your wife holds a huge grudge. It's so dark." Mr. Soleh connected his sentence.

"Who's revenge, sir?" Satya was shocked.

"Mother doesn't know. Has your family ever had a problem with someone?" Mr. Sandy asked back.

Satya frowned. He remembered all their family interactions with everyone. As far as Satya knows, her parents never made a fuss and trouble with anyone else. But the hearts of others who knows, right?

"What is this grudge that makes him weird, Mr Ustadz?" ask Satya curiously.

"It can be."

"So my wife actually has a handle?" Satya continues to extract the imformation from the man.

"If you don't understand that, Satya. But it looks like your wife doesn't have any grip. Only his aura was dark and dense. And the smell is like someone has died" explained Mr. Soleh.

"That's it, huh? Are there really no subtle creatures attached to it, sir? Sometimes at night I see a strange figure in the room" asked Satya again.

"Freak figure? You can't answer that, because you don't see it."

"So what's the solution for me, sir?"

"Many of them think and pray. Then occasionally invite him to pray together and teach together. Hopefully that way the dense aura that was overshadowing him slowly disappeared."

Satya was choked to hear the words of Mr. Soleh. He only realized, since marriage never saw Laksmi pray let alone teach. Though Laksmi has finished coming months since a few days ago.

"Satya, why even dumbass? Is there something in your heart?" said Mr. Soleh while improving his sitting position.

"Duh, sorry sir. Actually, there are still some who are stuck. But the advice from Mr. Ustadz later I will try" Satya said later.

"Have you found out about your wife in her village? Maybe it can get other clues from friends and neighbors," suggested Mr. Soleh.

"Ah, right too. Why don't I think, huh? All this time I was just trying to find out from my father-in-law. Though he himself was like hiding something," Satya's inner.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" mr. Soleh said breaking Satya's daydream.

"For a while, sir, thank you for the advice. Sorry for interrupting your break. Then we'll excuse you. Assalamualaikum," said Satya while greeting his teacher.

Satya and Hadyan rushed off. The scorching sun hung over his head, accompanying the footsteps of the two young men.

"Hm, how can I be honest, Satya? If you marry someone who is dead. Will you believe it?" murmured Mr. Soleh to himself.

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Satya. His net looked blankly at the scorching, vehicle-filled streets. The sound of a simple horn was unable to break his deep daydream.

The man was still not satisfied with the answer from Mr. Soleh. Question after question popped into his head. But yes how else, he can not force others to know everything.

"Sat, would you like to eat in angkringan what to eat rames rice?" ask Hadyan who's holding the wheel.

Five seconds later, the young man still did not hear Satya's reply. He turned to the left, finding Satya daydreaming.

"Woi, Bang Sat. I'm ngutih iki. We arep eat neng endi?" - I'm hungry. Where are we going to eat?-

Hadyan shook his partner's body, until Satya gasped in shock. His efforts were successful, Satya turned to the left with a manyun's lips.

"Hanger me, Dyan," he said annoyed.

"Yes, from earlier asked, not answered. I'm this laper. Where are we going to eat?" said Hadyan did not lose firmly.

"Your subject. In angkringan can also be," said Satya not excited.

"Judah, we're just gonna stop by in front of there, yeah." Hadyan pointed to a rice shop sign that was still about two hundred meters away.

"Hmm," Satya replied briefly.

"Sat, do you want to go straight to Wingit Hamlet after we eat later? Let your forehead not wrinkle anymore?" hadyan's proposal while pulling away his vehicle.

"No need. We're only allowed two hours, including a break. Anyway I want to try the first advice from Mr. Soleh first," said Satya.

"Jaudah if that is it. It's up to you" Hadyan said, turning off the engine and getting ready to get off.

"I'm sorry, I kept getting rid of it" Satya said before getting out of the car.

"What the hell, Sat? So melow. Amused to know," Hadyan said with a sigh. "Well come down. My stomach is deflating this."

"Mbok, I'm pesen nasi yolk, yo," Hadyan said, ordering her lunch. He then walked to find an empty table.

Her footsteps halted, when her eyes saw a woman dressed in high school sitting in one corner of the room. He looked at the two men who were talking while eating.

"That's not Laksmi?" muttered Hadyan to himself. His eyes continued to pay attention to the woman who was ignored by the people around him, as if invisible.

"Why, anyway? Let's quickly find a table. Said laper?" satya said, behind him.

Hadyan pointed at the table, to show Satya the woman. He was still sitting quietly there staring at the two men at his front desk. But Hadyan only realized that the woman in uniform was not Laksmi. Just just similar.

"Oh, sit there. Come on." Satya who misunderstood, went straight to the table ahead of Hadyan.

"Geez!"

Hadyan gasped as Satya headed for the table and chair the woman had occupied. The waiter passed through it freely. In other words, he broke through it.

"Mas Aksa, Mas Genta, eat here too?" Satya also greeted the two men who were stared at by the figure.

"Wooh! So we sit with ghosts?" exclaimed Hadyan patting her head.

(Connected)