My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 59. Wiracene

"Sir, is there a nail in your head? Can't you just put the nail together forever, and go back to being the Kinanti we knew?" ask Satya suddenly.

"Huh?" Laksmi stretches Satya's embrace. "Where's something like that. Don't believe the movie. The dead are dead" protested Laksmi.

Satya laughed at her, "Ah, I think I can do that, so my beautiful woman doesn't go anywhere anymore" Satya said.

Instead of being happy, Laksmi's face grew cloudy hearing it, "You will definitely get a good woman later. Because you are also a good person, Mas," Laksmi said loudly.

"What about the real Laksmi? Hmm, that means Laksmi Kinasih. Not Kinanti Laksmi Nayaka," Aksa said. "Is he married?" coined.

"Ah, I don't want to talk about it. Let Mr. Shaman himself tell the same story Mas," said Laksmi again.

"Why? Because actually Pak Dukun uses supernatural means to cure Laksmi? Does it have anything to do with the men you're married to?"

Satya's question, successfully made Laksmi gaped, "Where did Mas hear the story?"

"I'm looking for my own year" replied Satya.

"Then I misunderstood. I have nothing to do with Mr. Dukun's daughter's health ritual. I used to follow him, in the hope that Mr. Shaman could take me home," said Laksmi.

"Keep those bumps?"

"They came to me themselves. Requesting worldly wealth in an instant way. The condition is, yes have to marry me occultally," said Laksmi.

"Ah... So that's it." Satya rubbed her suddenly cold nape. "If I?"

"Mas was the only person I chose directly to marry" Laksmi replied.

"Why?"

"I thought you were one of those perpetrators. But I was wrong. He is someone I can't touch at all. I don't know what good practices are in you, but it always makes my soul hurt" explained Laksmi.

"So because of that, you always resist the first night?" ask Satya.

Laksmi nodded, "And now I have another reason. I don't want to take a man's chastity this good."

Satya's eyes suddenly water. He knew he was like a madman because he had been talking to ghosts. Moreover, his heart felt pain, when he knew that the woman he already loved, he would not be able to see again later.

"Don't be sad. As I said earlier, good people will definitely get good women too" said Laksmi.

His form has changed again. His face paled with a blank look and black eyes. His energy was drained from lingering beside Satya. His body slowly floated into the air. With a shabby white cloth fluttering against the fan. As if there was nothing in the cloth.

"If you want to go later, please tell me. Don't go without saying goodbye to me" Satya said with a stifled voice in her throat.

Laksmi only smiled faintly with her bloody rows of teeth.

...***...

Wira changed her TV broadcast from a news channel, to a comedy talk show. The man did not laugh at all, even though the host was jockeying and making funny scenes. His mind was not here, but at Aruna's house. Remembering what happened last afternoon.

"Ah, what should I do if he really shows up? Aruna had been disturbed several times. I saw it on the lake, too."

The hero leaned his back against the sofa that had been hollowed out due to the cat's scratch. His head feels heavy. Can no longer enjoy TV broadcasts that are used to be his entertainment.

Pet!

The hero turned off the TV. The man was shocked, as the black screen of the TV showed the shadow of a long-haired woman, standing behind him. His fingers hurriedly turned the TV back on.

"Did I see it wrong, huh?" The hero is trying to regulate his heartbeat. But his heart was still curious. He turned off the TV to get ready for bed.

"Well, there's nobody. Thank goodness, it means just my feelings," he murmured in relief. He got out of his chair and...

"Aargha!"

The hero shouted, looking at the blur of hair that stuck out in front of his face. His head did not dare to look up, to ascertain what kind of creature was bothering him.

But unfortunately, the creature actually slowly down, with the position of the head first. It flaunted its black, bulging eyes, like it was almost out of its skeleton.

The lips of the Spirit are said to read prayer. His eyes closed for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, the creature had already disappeared. Disappeared, no more in that room.

The woman sits down on the sofa again. From the very beginning, the hero refused to do such a heinous thing. However, he was threatened with not being able to leave alive, for fear that secrets would leak from his mouth.

Not to mention the scorn of his three friends who said he was a coward. Wira also finally plunged into the black mud with his friends.

"Astaghfirullah."

The eyes of the Hero closed. It began to spread and stem the tears, when it remembered its dark past.

"Maybe my present life is a punishment from God. Because I used to be cruel to someone," the hero regretted in his heart.

After the Kinanti case subsided, Wira continued to harbor guilt in the girl. Not wanting to dissolve in the reel of sin, Wira was determined to repent nasuha.

The hero withdraws from his friends. Graduated from High School, he worked as a market porters, until marrying a gentle woman.

But good luck is not on his side. The marriage age lasted only five years. His wife died of bleeding while pregnant with her third child.

"Ah, what do I think, anyway? Kinanti and her parents must have been a lot heavier than me. If I could talk to Kinanti, I would do anything to make amends first" Wira said.

"I can't touch you, Wira. Apparently you have taken another better path" whispered the figure of a kuntilanak sitting on top of a closet.

Krieeet! The door of the room suddenly opened. The hero jumped from his seat.

"Sir, why haven't you slept? It's already half twelve." A boy staggered while rubbing his eyes.

"You haven't slept either, son," replied the Hero. He breathed a sigh of relief, because the one who opened the door was not the figure he thought of.

"So I heard you screaming. Apparently I was just a dream," the twelve-year-old replied with a grin. "Now I'm thirsty, take a drink. Would you like a drink too?"

"No, Son. I had a drink earlier" replied Wira.

"But how come my body suddenly goosebumps, sir? Is the air outside too cold" said the boy suddenly.

"Huh? Goosebumps? A child could sense the aura of such a creature, right? Lest he still be here," the suddenly goosebumps inner Hero.

The tail of the Hero's eyes again caught the pale white figure sitting on top of the closet. His long hair dangled to the floor and rolled in front of the closet like a giant snake.

"Kan... I didn't see wrong. He did come" whispered Wira who suddenly wet the bed. Especially when the figure floated up to him.

"Mr? Why?" ask the son of Wira who has already entered the room.

"There's nothing, really. You go to sleep first. You still have work," said Wira who now looks directly at Kinanti. His heart was jumping around wanting to get out of his body. His feet were limp as boneless.

"Ki-kinan, please forgive me," whispered Wira after her son closed the room door. The prayers he recited were unable to drive away the approaching Kinanti.

"I won't forgive you until you find my body. Hihihi..."

(Connected)