My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 9. Mystery of Laksmi

"Dance?"

Suddenly Dance's shoulders were patted from behind by fingers full of wounds and blood. His nails look blue, like dead nails.

"Eh! Abaghfirullahaladzim!" Dance surged in shock, while twisting her body.

"It's no cake for the ride." Laksmi handed a packet of cake to Tari, smiling sweetly.

"Loh, Madam Laksmi who patted me on the shoulder? How did his hand bleed?" Dance rolled her beads, looking at Laksmi's fingers holding a packet of cookies.

"Dec? Why?" ask Laksmi confused.

"Dance! Why, anyway?" Because Tari bengong, finally Ndaru who received the parcel. "Suwun, Ma'am," he said. - Thank you

The newly awakened dance from her daydream just grimaced in shame, while saying thank you.

"His hands are not bleeding. What did I see then? Then, Madam Laksmi did not hear my talk with Mas Ndaru earlier, right?" thought Dance was restless.

The tail of his eyes continued to look at his future sister-in-law who was walking behind him. There was no trace of the twenty-seven-year-old virgin, other than her pale skin like a vampire. But for some reason, Tari always creeps around her. Moreover, the smell of jasmine was still smelled by him.

"Someone wants to ask, Dance?" Laksmi suddenly looked back and asked Satya's youngest brother a question.

"No one, Ma'am. Thanks for the cake," replied origin dance. His heart was about to be dislodged, because of that very sudden question.

"Kok Ma'am Laksmi knows I'm watching her? Our distance is quite far. There are no glass and mirrors that can reflect shadows, too" Tari thought. The legs of the High School girl even shivered limply.

Fortunately, after that they also left the Wingit Hamlet full of mystery.

Meanwhile, inside the house, Mr. Shaman sat on the floor. His back rested on the brick wall of his house without the plaster. His head and hands drooped, like a faint person.

Bugh! Something jet-black, came out from the body of that sixty-year-old man. A few moments later, Mr. Shaman's eyelids opened again. He frowned as he looked around, digesting what had just happened.

"Basin' a fucking kuntilanak! How dare you!" exclaim Mr. Shaman angry.

"Chihinshi ..." A creature in green clothes toska giggled and floated in front of Pak Dukun. "Your child .. Remember your son's secret, Mr. Shaman. Just follow my wishes. Hihihui ...

Pak Dukun's heart almost jumped out, seeing the figure of a face full of blood and maggots before him. But he tried hard, to solve this problem.

"I don't remember anything, Kunti. But I won't let you marry that innocent man" cried Mr. Shaman.

"You can't get in the way of my plan, sir. I'll get the guy, then avenge me."

The figure brought his face closer to Mr. Shaman. The smell of the stinging carcass also seeped into the nasal cavity of Pak Dukun, making the man's stomach suddenly nauseous.

"I'm not alone anyway. There are those who help me. Hihihi..."

This time Pak Dukun's body twitched violently, when a black-haired creature as tall as his house stood upright showing off a pair of fangs. Behind the creature, there was a bundle of shabby shrouds full of maggots. He jumped forward, approaching the man.

"Sir Shaman, I want your heart. Kikikk." A creature in white clothes similar to kuntilanak, floated down beside Pak Dukun. His broad back, shedding fresh blood on the floor.

"A-how many creatures are there here?" muttered Mr. Shaman.

Bruk! The Shaman finally fainted. I couldn't see that horrible sight.

...***...

A few weeks later.

"So you want to marry Mr. Shaman's son?"

"Yes right, sir," replied Satya, who was handing out invitations to residents gathered at the coffee shop.

"Do you know the condition of your child? Do not be surprised if you are married," asked Mr. Waluyo, patrol officer who at that time had met Satya and colleagues.

"I mean Laksmi who has a rare disease? God willing I accept him as he is" Satya replied with a sweet smile.

The original inhabitants of the Wingit Hamlet looked at each other, then muttered inwardly. "Didn't he know that Laksmi was ..."

"Oh, the show's in town, huh?" asked Mbok Lastri, the shop owner's mother.

"Yes, Mom. Laksmi said she rarely left the house, so she wanted her show in the city. It's just a regular building, ma'am. Not fancy," explained Satya.

"It's okay, Mom. What matters is his prayer," Satya replied with a smile.

Mbok Lastri who was originally busy wiping the table while chatting, immediately stopped his movements. He was stunned by the handsome and suave manner of that twenty-nine-year-old young man.

"Then count all my drinks and food, ma'am. All the same have the Fathers here," said Satya.

"Well, really treated iki? Our interest is many, you know" exclaimed Mr. Rahmat and other fathers.

"Yes, Sir. Every now and then, I have sustenance. Tomorrow after marriage I will be a citizen here too" said Satya.

"The total is forty-seven thousand" Mbok Lastri said after calculating all orders.

"This, Ma. Take it back." Satya gave fifty thousand worth of money to the shop mother. "If you'll excuse me, sir, ma'am."

"Nggeh, mature nuwun," replied Mbok Lastri.

"Thank you, you have been treated" the fathers replied with a sumringah.

"Together, Sir. Then excuse me. Assalamualaikum."

"Mosur."

"Huh, how dare no one talk to her? Poor, right? Saucep, you know. Well again," scolded Mbok Lastri when Satya had left.

"Yes to, Mbok. Maybe Mr. Dukun has already told the state of his son, but he still wants to accept. No one knows" said Mr. Waluyo, sipping his free palm coffee.

"Yes Mbok also did not dare to talk, to? Just like us," said Pak Rahmat chimed.

"Yo ndak maybe I'm the one who told you, ntar spelled out keganjenan same prospective husband people. I am a widow" Mbok Lastri replied, collecting empty glasses.

"Healaah, Mbok. Where could Satya think that. Mbok iki wes tuek, where is Satya karo Si Mbok," said Mr. Waluyo. - This mother is old, where would Satya be the same mother

"Heee, ojo as cool as me, yo. Gini-gini when the girl I iki kembang village, you know. The late bojoku until ra iso turu thought of me before the wedding," replied Mbok Lastri while dabbling waist. - The late husband to not be able to sleep thought of me, the time before marriage.-

"Opo village development cake biscuits, Mbok?" said Mr. Damar while laughing.

"Eh, but you guys feel bad, anyway? The ghostly terror in our dozen is no more," Mbok Lastri said half in a whisper.

"Yes, Mbok. Now the residents have dared to go to the mosque and mosque again pray Isya," said Pak Rahmat.

"It's weird, isn't it? If there were casualties first, then the terror stopped" said Mr. Waluyo chimed in.

"Is there not a victim? But we don't know. Said Mr. Shaman at that time, who incer same creature was an outsider hamlet, right?" added Mr. Damar.

"Astaghfiullah! What is Satya?" guess Mbok Lastri.

"Where is possible, Mbok. Satya wants to marry Laksmi. Not Kuntilanak," denied Mr. Waluyo.

"Mhc ... Mock ..."

"Astaghfiullah!" Mbok Lastri jumped in shock, seeing a woman dressed in all white, who suddenly stood beside the door of his stall. "What's up, Nduk?" said later.

"The employee's still there, ma'am? I want to buy ten" said the sweet virgin.

"There's a minute, yeah." Mbok Lastri then wrapped the still hot bakwan. "Eight thousand, Nduk," he said later.

"Who is that, Mbok? Very saucy. Not the guy here, is he?" ask Mr. Damar.

"Don't know me, just look at it, too" said Mbok Lastri.

They were all staring at the wooly virgin who was walking away from the stall. His face was slightly visible from the side. The braids of his hair are very distinctive, his white clothes are so.

Mbok Lastri and the Fathers there looked at each other, and had the same question. "Isn't that Mr. Shaman's son? How did he get out of the house?"

"Yes yes, Mbok. It feels like a dozen years he has never reprimanded the citizens here? Face too... How are you getting older?"

(Connected)