My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 49. The Person who Accompanyes Your Sleep

"Sir, I am wearing a batik today. Not a scout's shirt," protested a girl in front of her room.

"Yes my. Sorry, Son. Father forgot. Wait, yeah. You take it first," replied the tall, well-built man with a brown skin.

"Sir, this is cooking. Let's have breakfast" shouted a boy in a batik uniform who appeared from the kitchen.

"Awhile, Igar. You eat first. I want to find your sister's batik clothes first," replied the man again.

"Ah, why is his life so sad, anyway? I will not be eager for revenge," muttered Laksmi who stood in front of the house of the plot board.

"Loh, Laksmi Deck? Since when was it there? Why not call." The new hero realizes that he has a guest.

"I just got here, Mom. Here, there's a take-off from mom. He said to the kids." Laksmi gave a plastic bag containing vegetables and fruits to Wira.

"Thank you, yeah. Are you the same mother who just harvested?" reply to the hero kindly.

"Yes, Mas. Yesterday the abis harvest of bananas is the same rambutan," replied Laksmi.

"Father, don't talk for long. Which clothes?" the long-haired girl almost cried, when she saw that her friends had already left for school.

"Astaghfirullah's. Yes, for a moment" said Wira rubbed the top of the little boy's head. "I'm sorry, Laksmi. The kids are fussy."

"It's okay, Mom. I go first, yes," Laksmi said goodbye.

"Why is your face so sad, Dek? Is your pain coming back in the morning sun?" tanya Satya, who is waiting for his wife on a motorcycle. He saw the tip of Laksmi's fingers slightly blister.

"No, my mom. Comeon, home. You're going to the office, right?" bring Laksmi. "But there has been something a little strange since yesterday. Why does my skin feel pain, when it accidentally comes into contact with it, huh? Just like I touched Satya."

"Mas."

"Hmm?"

"Mas Wira's a single parent, huh?" ask Laksmi suddenly.

"Yes, Deck. His wife died six years ago" Satya replied.

"Ohh, pity her children" muttered Laksmi. "But why didn't he marry again? I think Mas Wira is young and cute too."

"Eh." Satya simply cleared his throat without replying to his wife.

"Why, Mas? How not to answer? Is my question too sensitive?" ask Laksmi.

"So, do you want him or me?"

"Huh? Haha... Mas Satya was jealous, after all," Laksmi who was piggybacked behind her husband laughed out loud.

"Yes that. From then on you looked at him until he didn't blink" said Satya.

"Well, how do you know I don't blink? Just wait behind me" protested Laksmi.

"The way you look at it is different" said Satya.

Well, Satya as a man also admitted that the Hero had a pretty attractive appearance. It had somewhat dark skin, and its firm facial line made it look handsome. His sturdy and tall tub, making him look dashing like the kings of Java.

"I'm married, and Mas is my choice. So yes in my eyes Mas the most cute," replied Laksmi. "But it's natural, right? If I judge someone objectively?" continued.

Satya just smiled faintly. Somehow he was happy to hear the answer from his wife.

"Mas Wira did not want to get married, because he loved his late wife and children. So he prefers to be a widower, rather than giving an evil mother the same child" Satya later said.

"Hmm, apparently the man is a good man. Is he the hero I knew? But yesterday she recognized my face, right?" laksmi Mumbles.

"Oh, you also have a friend whose name is Wira?" apparently Satya heard his wife's words.

"Ah, yes Mas. I used to have a friend in High School, his name was Wirasena. But it had somewhat forgotten his face," replied Laksmi who was already wet.

"But I don't think Mas Wira was your schoolmate, Dek. He is the same age as Mas Aksa, our village head," Satya replied.

Laksmi was astonished to hear it, "So it's really him?"

"Moe... That's a fucking screwball."

Suddenly a child who passed by them, shouted loudly while pointing towards Laksmi. Then she cried with fear.

"Huh? What's that supposed?" muttered Satya confused.

The middle-aged woman who was piggybacking on the child turned her motorcycle around and apologized to Satya and Laksmi. While her son was still screaming in fear.

...***...

Arga heard the sound of heart-wrenching cries out there. The man doesn't care. He knew it wasn't a human voice. After hearing the stories of his two friends.

The drap!

Arga felt something tread on his bed. Arga's sleep is disturbed. He opened his eyes slowly as he read a prayer.

"Well, Vera?" Arga breathed a sigh of relief, as he saw a scantily dressed woman sleeping facing him.

Vera did not answer. The woman only smiled faintly, wrapping her hands around Arga's waist. The man closed his eyes comfortably.

The deg!

A few seconds later, Arga opened her eyelids again. Cold sweat the size of a grain of corn poured all over his body.

"Vera had gone home. He also did not have a key. Then who's behind me?"

Arga just realized, if his lover had come home from the dorm or mess before eleven o'clock last night.

Although fear controlled his body, Arga still forced his head to look back. The first thing he saw was the crumpled black hair smelling musty. Getting downstairs, a pair of jet-black eyes looked at him sharply, accompanied by a huge smile. Very wide to the cheeks.

"Adrrarghhh!"

Arga shouted in his heart. But his whole body said something else. Arga was unable to move his joints in the slightest.

"Why are you afraid? Didn't you want me? Hihihi..."

Arga's heart beat twice as fast, as the woman rose from her sleep. His hand pulled the blanket that covered Arga's body.

The man shivered in fear. It was not cold because he was only wearing shorts. But shivering in fear as the figure drifted closer to him.

"Why? Why did you kill me? Hix... Hix... Hicksnake..."

The figure's long hair swept across the stiff price body like a dried Kanebo, "Fuck!" arga in the Heart.

"What's? A jerk? You saying? I died at your hands. Who's the more jerk here." The alto-pitched voice echoed throughout the room.

Pet! Lights out. Arga just remembered, that tonight it was their mess turn to blackout.

Whether to feel relieved or increasingly frightened, Arga clearly can no longer see the creature. He gathered strength and got out of bed. Groping the walls of the room looking for a way out.

Pet! The lights are back on.

"Adrrarghhh!"

Arga shouted with all his might. Right in front of his eyes was a pair of stiff dangling legs, full of drops of blood.

Doc! Doc! Doc!

"Arga! What's the matter, Bro?"

The door to Arga's room was violently pounded. It turned out that mess Arga's friend heard the man's scream and woke up. But the man did not dare to move. His voice can't come out either.

"Argha... Arga... Hix... Give me back Arga..."

The figure called out the name of Arga, with the voice of his heart-wrenching people. The man did not dare to look up. Just looking at his legs alone had already made the heart almost stop beating.

"Woi! The arga! It's okay, right?" I heard another scream from outside.

Arga yells and says that she is not okay. This was his chance to escape from that figure. But his body is really petrified. The prayers he said seemed to have no effect on the creature.

"Argha... Where's my body, Arga...? Take me home... Argene..."

Slowly the foot came down. Shows the High School uniform that has changed color to blood red.

"Argha... Hihihi..."

Bruk! Arga also fainted, when his face was faced directly with the disintegrating figure.

Pork!

"Arga! Lo why? Woy, get the car ready. Arga we're taking him to the clinic."

Apparently Arga's friends took the initiative to open Arga's room with a spare key. They also found the man lying on the floor with pale skin like a corpse.

(Connected)