My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 21. Mystery Girl In Photos

"Sorry, I mean so Mas Satya was only seven years old at the time? It's been a long time, huh?"

"Yes, it used to be first class SD. It happened so horrible. He was known as a good boy and never wandered. But when she's gone, there's a lot of gossip that she's gone with men."

Satya paused her sentence. He could still remember how the mess that happened back then. All the villagers went around calling out the name of the teenage girl. Police and SAR teams also intervened, even in the rainstorm that hit the village. But a week later, his figure still disappeared without a trace.

"Mas, why is he silent? So how's it going?" ask Laksmi. He wondered what the story was from someone else's point of view.

"All the high school boys in this village were interrogated, but no evidence at all, other than his shoes and bags were found in the bushes. He's completely lost. A lot of people say he was taken by a subtle creature."

"Uh, that's not true. He died dik*s* and dibun*h."

"Hmm? What did you say?"

"It's nothing, really. Who are the people being interrogated? Do police not use sniffer dogs? Could he get lost around there, right?"

Satya grew suspicious of his wife. This was the first time Laksmi had asked him so much, as if this topic had caught his attention. Laksmi's eyeballs were rounded big, still waiting for an answer from Satya.

"I don't remember who was being interrogated. If it's not wrong, then Aruna and her friends."

"Women? She was the girl who drove the pecel yesterday, right?"

Laksmi's eyeballs suddenly dark black. His fingers pulled out long nails. His skin began to pale and turn blue. But Laksmi tried to refrain from changing in front of Aksa.

"Pity for his parents. How are they now?" whispered Laksmi while maintaining her human form.

"You saw that picture hanging in Mr. RT's house, right? It was Mbak Kinanti, the missing High School boy," Satya said in a soft voice.

"A-What's that so my picture? Are they both my parents? I deserve to know him so well."

Unknowingly, Laksmi's tears slid down her delicate cheeks. His body trembled strongly restraining his body from faltering and falling to the ground. His mind was torn apart, given the terrible events that took his chastity as well as his life.

"Well, Laksmi? You why?" Satya grew more confused, seeing his wife suddenly cry as he pleased.

"Duh, I'm a big crybaby, yeah. I only heard the story, but I have learned gini. Very sorry Mr. Darya and Ms. Nastiti. They must have been devastated to lose their only daughter" Laksmi said.

"Yes, they used to fall when their son disappeared. Fortunately the villagers here have a high family, so they can slowly get through it well" Satya said.

"Eh, wait. But where do you know their name and Mbak Kinanti is an only child? Where do you know their names?" satya asked confused.

"Oh, that was Miss RT had a little story," said Laksmi.

"Oh yeah? How could I not hear, huh?" sahut Satya's.

But Laksmi no longer answered. He had first entered the house and turned on the lights. Sayup-sayup from a distance heard the sound of adzan magrib.

"Sir, look at that! There's a kunti on the door of Mr. Darya's house." Some of the men who were walking towards the mushola, whispered to each other and pointed towards Laksmi.

"What did you say?"

In just one blink of an eye, that white-clothed, pale-faced figure had stood before the men. His open mouth dripped fresh blood.

...***...

Aaauuuu ...

"Kinanti Laksmi Nayaka, what a shame for your life. As others grow and enjoy life, you die rotting without anyone knowing."

A creature wearing a bloodied High School uniform and incomplete limbs, stood staring at the portrait of a young white girl. Her face is so ayu, with a minimalist make up on her face. Her hair is black, bunned and decorated with jasmine. The highlight of her eyes was so beautiful, in contrast to the blank gaze of the long-haired creature standing in front of the photo.

"Sir, did you hear that voice, huh? Who's crying?" whispered Ms. Nastiti who just turned off her room lights and prepared to sleep.

"Yes, I heard it too. Maybe it's a weasel, ma'am. The rambutan fruit behind our house has begun to cook," explained Mr. Darya, aka Mr. RT.

"What yes? But how is it different from the sound of a weasel usually?" Bu Nastiti's blood rippled again, as a dog's howl rang out from a distance.

"Easy, Mom. Don't think too much. Just read the prayer, then we sleep," said Mr. Darya.

The man who had all his hair bleached actually had the same feelings as his wife, even since Satya and his wife came home. He smelled the faint scent of jasmine, along with the distinctive smell of frankincense.

Krieeet!

There was a rusty door hinge. Mr. Darya increasingly straightened his ears and ascertained the origin of the sound. But he heard nothing more, from his little house.

"Don't it burrow?"

The old man rushed down from his bed, then tiptoed out of the room. Ms. Nastiti was only on standby in her room, holding a bamboo stick to serve as an impromptu weapon.

Mr. Darya continued to tread very carefully, circling the entire house. He did not find any oddity, other than the increasingly dense smell of jasmine in the living room. The man did not know, if a creature as high as the ceiling of the house was scouting from behind.

"What's up, sir?" ms. Nastiti asked as her husband returned to the room.

"There's nothing, Mom. I just forgot to close the closet drawer in the living room."

Mr. Darya deliberately did not say about the smell of jasmine, so that his wife did not feel afraid. And now the smell of jasmine also spread into the room. Mr. Darya can only commit to reading prayers in the heart.

"Why did I hide, huh? They can't see me either."

The figure covered in blood in the high school uniform has now floated in the room of Mr. Darya and his wife. Her transparent hand touched the woman's cheek with a wrinkle on her face. The creature returned.

"Since when did Mom and Dad become wrinkled like this? Why is your hair all bleached? I just left for a while. Sorry, I didn't recognize you guys from the start."

Those blood-red tears were dripping onto the cement floor that had been chapped. Her terrible form, now looks like an innocent High School girl. His eyes could not help but look at his parents who were asleep.

"I'm sorry, sir, Mom. I'm late to go home. I never told Mom and Dad that I was gone forever. I promise to find the perpetrators and avenge us."

The transparent figure floated and pierced through the wall. He then moved to another room, which he was very familiar with. Everything is still very clean and neat. It looks like Ms. Nastiti is still taking care of the tiny room, even though the owner has never come home again.

"Well, this is ...?"

The Kuntilanak was again glued in front of a photo frame located on the study table. His jet-black eyes watched one by one the portraits of the teenage boy in high school uniform, who lined up neatly in front of the class.

Instantly his fading memories slowly returned again. His lips grinned wide with a snarl like the tantrum of a tiger. He recognized the two people in the photo as the culprit.

"You guys just wait. I'll come" he said, growling annoyed.

(Connected)