My wife Kuntilanak
Chapters 80. A Match for a Good Man

Two years later.

"Papa, let's hurry. I've dressed pretty. The flower bouquet is also finished."

A nine-year-old boy in a pink dress pulled the hand of a man sitting in a wheelchair. Her face was very sumringah, with a sprinkling of talcum powder on her sweet face.

"Yes, honey. Waita minute. Mother again get ready," replied the man.

"I'm ready, Mom. Let's go" said the hijab-wearing woman called the mother. "Well, Najla. Who's the birthday cake for?" dewi.

"This is for Mama. After we visited Nada, we also visited Mama. Can you, Pa?"

"By dong, baby. Later we buy Mama's favorite fruit, yes," Aksa replied while rubbing the top of her daughter's head.

"Assyikk. I'll buy some fruit as well. Come on Evano, let's go."

Tone pulled the arm of his younger brother who is now five years old. The same age when Nada died.

Since Rani hit Aksa's head two years ago, the man has been in a coma for months. His position as village chief was removed, as he had been convicted of murder. While Rani was depressed until undergoing treatment under the supervision of a doctor.

Fortunately Aksa has Dewi Kamaratih, an extraordinary woman. He loved Najla, like his own son. In difficult times, the woman took care of two young children, took care of Aksa and Rani in the hospital, to take care of her boutique as the main source of livelihood.

After he woke up from the coma, Aksa had to undergo therapy to train the muscles of his body that had been numb. However, his legs were no longer able to walk. Some of his nerves were damaged, due to a hard blow to his head. Nevertheless, Aksa is still very grateful because he is still given the opportunity to live and repent.

"Tone, happy seventh birthday, yes. Here's your favorite flowers."

Najla spoke next to the sister's tombstone while wiping her tears. His chest was increasingly crowded, because he missed his little brother who had long gone.

"You don't be sad anymore, right there. Don't cry anymore. We all pray for you here" Najla said on the sidelines of her sobs.

Aksa rubbed his eye patch with tissue for the umpteenth time. His mouth is incapable of speech. There were a million regrets and longings stored in his heart.

After praying together, they then moved to Rani's place. It took me two hours to visit it. But Ujang faithfully drove the little family to visit Rani.

"Bu Rani, someone's coming. He said miss." One of the nurses spoke to Rani who was sitting by the window.

"Aksa? You finally came. Haha... I'm the one who won. Kinanti. Aksa keeps coming to choose me." The woman jogged indistinctly, while laughing loosely.

"Yes, honey. It's me coming with Najla."

Aksa smiled wryly, seeing the wife who until now is still not separated from her depression. Even the woman is now declared as ODGJ which is quite dangerous in the mental hospital.

"Who? A winanti? You're still with that j*l*ng woman?" Rani suddenly screamed while kicking the iron door in front of her.

"No, Mama. It's me, Najla." The little boy cried, seeing his mother's attitude towards him.

"Go you, pel*c*r! You're the destroyer of my life!" Rani rebukes Najla who wants to get close to her.

"Sir, sorry. Looks like for today quite first. Bu Rani's condition is not good anymore" the nurse told Aksa.

"Yes it's okay. We drop this, yes," Aksa said as she gave a simple cake made by Najla and fruits to Rani.

"Okay, sir," the nurse replied.

...***...

"Hey, Sat. I want to know a pretty girl, right? I have a girl acquaintance from the same Sumatra Kalimantan, a new employee in the next building."

Hadyan who had just come, directly infiltrated Satya's desk and invited her to chat. The handsome man's face looked crisp, with sparkling eyes.

Satya took a deep breath. It was not once or twice that Hadyan behaved like this. The man continued to try to introduce women to Satya, so that his partner was not alone anymore.

"Eternal singles like sampeyan are not pantes by the way. He used to have a hand with. But until now never known, tuh," Satya quipped while chuckling. - kamu-ku

"Dih, cut me off. Than the sampeyan? Duda but virgin. Which kunti married anyway." Hadyan laughed, after mocking his friend. "Do we need to walk in the woods until the mallem again, so you can mate?" he held her stomach tight.

"Hoo.. Shay, kowe!" Satya poked Hadyan on the shoulder with a book. The young man even shuddered away while being loud.

Actually Satya had long moved on from his first wife who was magical. But until now he has not found the right woman, to fill the emptiness of his heart.

In the afternoon.

Satya walks between the flowers and the frangipani tree which gives off a fragrant smell. The orange-colored afternoon sun accompanied his firm footsteps.

His head still vividly remembered, his dream at that time.about a week after Kinanti was buried, the young man dreamed of being visited by two beautiful girls in white clothes.

Who else if not Kinanti Laksmi Nayaka and also Laksmi Kinasih. They did not say much, other than saying thank you and farewell to Satya, then stepped away. A sweet smile rose on the faces of the two.

"Well, Aksa's mas?" Satya was surprised to see a man had been sitting beside Kinanti's tombstone. His head looked down, reciting a prayer for the woman's spirit.

"You're on pilgrimage too?" Aksa who had finished praying, raised his head and greeted the young man.

"Yes, it was delivered by Ujang but he hurried home, because he wanted to pick up Najla scout training," replied Aksa.

"Ooh, I'll be home with you, Mas. But a short stop at Miss Nastiti's house is okay, yes," Satya said. This time he brought the car he had bought himself a year ago.

"Can deh. Mas also plans to stop by the house of Bu Nastiti and Bu Tuti first," replied Aksa.

After Satya finished praying, the two then went to the house of Bu Nastiti and Bu Tuti. Satya brought a sack of rice for the old couple, while Aksa gave a side dish of Dewi cuisine.

"Thank you, son. Actually you do not need to bother like this," said Mr. Nastiti and Mr. Diman was moved.

"It's okay. We don't mind doing it, really," said Aksa and Satya kompak.

It has become a habit for both of them, to always visit the old couple. If Aksa still feels guilty for Kinanti's death, Satya feels obligated to pay attention and comfort the couple.

"I'm saying yes, Mom. Want to stop by Bu Tuti's house for a while to take the custody of the mother," said Satya after chatting for a while.

The two then went to Bu Tuti's house, which was located right next to Bu Nastiti's house.

"Om, is this really?" Farras's eyes were glazed over, when Aksa gave him a small book.

"Yes. Om has promised your late mother first, to provide educational scholarships, until you finish college," said Aksa.

"But this is a lot, Om. Can I take everything?" Farras was still in disbelief, looking at the numbers on the book.

"Yes can, I do. That's your right. As long as you really learn well," Aksa said again.

He used to only give the lure to Aruna, in order to help her. But then he was determined to seriously help the intelligent boy. Especially this year he will finish high school.

"Thank you very much, Om. Mother and Father must be happy, have friends as good as Om," said Farras sincerely. Aksa and Satya were unable to hold back her tears.

...***...

"Assalamualaikum, sir. Look, what did I bring?" Satya exclaimed on the porch of the tiny house.

"Catfish?" muttered Mr. Shaman with a smile. He was happy, the young man kept his promise to always visit him.

"Yes, but it's not too spicy. So that Mr. Maag Mr. did not relapse again" said Satya.

"Thank you, son. Let's go in." Mr. Shaman's eyes wailed to and fro, as if looking for something. "Ndaru's not coming?" ask the man.

"No, Sir. Ndaru wants to banter furniture out of town with Mas Wira," said Satya.

"Ooh."

"Ah, I'll make a pilgrimage. You want to come?" asked Satya while serving the food she bought earlier.

"No, Son. I went on a pilgrimage last Friday. You're gonna need some alone time, right?" said Mr. Dukun.

Satya smiled faintly. He did miss the figure of Laksmi that he never even met in person. "Let's eat, sir," he said later.

After eating, Satya headed to Laksmi's tomb. He sat there for a long time, reciting a prayer. After feeling quite satisfied, he hurried to leave the place.

"Mas, the car keys are missing."

Satya turned, when she heard the voice of the woman behind her. He saw a woman with a white robe and a black umbrella standing behind him.

Satya. The ayu girl was at first glance similar to Laksmi's petite figure and had beautiful eyes.

"Mas Satya? How come bengong? It's key. It was left near the tomb," said the woman gently.

"Oh, thank you," replied Satya.

The man then turned his body about to leave from there. But a moment later his heart wondered. "Where does he know my name? Then where did he come from? How did I not see?" thought. Satya turned around and watched the woman from top to bottom.

"Why else, Mum?"

"You're the guy, right? Know where my name is?" search Satya.

The woman laughed when she heard it. "I'm Kinara, Mas. There was a pilgrimage at my father's tomb," he explained while pointing to the tomb of Mr. Grace.

"Oh, you're Mr Rahmat's son who's the high school teacher?" Satya was relieved. He used to know the man from Wingit Hamlet very well. "Who are you here with? Will I anter you home?"

"I'm alone, Mom. But walk, deh. Not good to see people."

Satya laughed a little. He felt de javu with this incident, "But if I anterin go home, no one gets angry, right?" goda Satya's.

Unexpectedly, the woman shook her head while smiling shyly. Is this the answer to the prayers of Satya who wants a righteous woman?

...--- DONE ---...