My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 25. Strange Things in Satya's Room

Krieeet!

The old hinge squeaked loudly, when the door of the room was opened. The smell of flowers also shakes the olfactory nerves of Dance. The smell is more concentrated, compared to the usual fragrance of flowers emanating from the body of his sister-in-law.

A moment Dari hesitated to step in. But considering his unfinished work, he entered the pitch-black room with a broom.

"Why didn't the window open, anyway? It's getting stuffy."

Dance walked over to the side of the bed, then pulled up the window curtains. Golden rays of the sun radiated into the room. The tiny hand opened the window. His face was immediately hit by the cold and fresh morning air.

I don't know how long he hasn't been in here. Probably about five days, since the wedding of his eldest brother. Since then, the task of cleaning the room was moved to Laksmi. Except for today, of course, because he was alone at home.

This medium-sized room has not changed much. The floor of the room is very clean and shiny. His stuff is also very neat. Looks like Dance power isn't needed here.

"Not on the broom, huh. I'm clean with gini."

Dance turned her body about to come out of the room. But he walked away from that simple room. His eyes caught strange objects on the bed.

"Why are there so many cantile flowers and jasmine flowers?" thought Dance astonished. He went around the bed and pulled up the bedcover. "Geez!" his screams.

It turns out that there are not only cantilevered flowers and jasmine flowers there. Dari found dozens of half-inch nails, a pentul needle, and some razor blades.

"I-this what? Why is there so much like this?" Dance turned around, about to leave the room. "Yeah!!" suddenly screamed.

"Why, Deck?"

The soft sound of Laksmi actually made Laksmi's entire body limp. Her flat expression with bulging eyes, made the beautiful woman look hideous.

"Since when was Madam Laksmi behind me, huh? How come I didn't hear the door and the footsteps?" thought Dance confused.

"Dec? What's in here?" ask Laksmi again.

"Sepurane, Ma'am. I-I just want a sweat," said Tari stammering. His eyes did not dare to glance at the mattress full of strange objects.Sorry-Sorry

"Oh, want to shake. Done yet?" ask Laksmi still with her flat face. There was no angry tone from his words.

"Not being a broom, Ma'am. The room is clean. Ma'am was very diligent, yes," said Tari with a wry smile. "A-anu, excuse me, Ma'am," said Tari.

"Wait!" Laksmi suddenly clasped Dance's wrist, to hold her away. His eyes were dark, staring at Dari sharply.

"A-what's up, M-mombs?" Dance turned her gaze towards the sister-in-law.

"Bantuin Mbak mendesin this first. It was not yet possible" said Laksmi while pointing at her bed without expression.

"Snake, Ma'am."

Although she felt afraid, but Tari still obeyed her brother's orders. His head was filled with questions as to what these things were for. But his lips were silent, not daring to ask Laksmi a question.

Tari's eye tails glanced towards her sister-in-law. "It was fortunate that I took a photo and sent it to Mas Satya. Ah, don't-don't Laksmi know I had a chance to take photos?"

"Why, Deck? Is there something you want to ask?" laksmi said without looking. His hands were still busy picking up the nails strewn across the bed.

"Eh? No, really," replied Dance with a quivering voice.

"Are you scared of the same Mama?" Laksmi's voice is getting lower.

Dance freezes. Laksmi's question was on target, but she didn't dare to be honest.

"M-makes don't melet Mas Satya, do they?" Dari ventured to open her voice, after a moment of silence.

"Maybe yes. Because with conditions like this, who would want to approach Mbak? " reply back Laksmi with a thin grin.

"But Ma'am won't hurt your Mas, as long as he's not a group of bad guys. Hihihhi.." whispered Laksmi. Her long nails rubbed the neck of Dance who was still fainting.

...***...

"Well, this is Mr. Kades' car, right? How can you get your nyungsep here?"

The two villagers who were walking towards the garden frowned in surprise. They found the most luxurious car in the village, one of its tires mired in a ditch. The car engine is still alive. The two men peeked into the car and saw someone drooping in it.

"Sir Kades? Sir, Why?" One of them opened the unlocked car door, and shook the body of the thirty-seven-year-old man.

"Son Aksa. Comeon, getup. You why? It hurt?" The man with gray hair held Aksa's wrist to check her veins.

"Geez, ugh!" Aksa opened her eyelids and took a slow breath. He saw two men looking at him worriedly.

"Eh, Mr. Atmo, Mr. Diman," Aksa said weakly.

"You're in an accident? Opo sick?" Mr. Diman repeated his question

"Sir, Sir. It was disturbed by Kin's spirit..."

"Hm?"

Mr. Atmo and Mr. Diman are waiting for the continuation of Aksa's sentence that is not yet finished. But it seems that the head of Citraloka village was reluctant to connect his sentence.

"A-anu, I was just thinking about work again, until I was not aware of the car nyungsep," said Aksa changed his sentence.

"really? That's his wound it doesn't hurt?" ask Mr. Diman is still worried.

"Huh? The wound? No one is sick, really," Aksa said with a confused feeling.

"Thank God that there is nothing," said Mr. Atmo. "Then excuse us, Mr. Kades," he added.

"Monggo, Sir. I also want to work. It's too late" Aksa replied with a bland smile.

"Duh, I almost slipped the name of Kinanti in front of Mr. Diman," thought Aksa riled. "But what was that dream, anyway? Why is it that every meeting with that woman there's always something weird going on, anyway?"

He asked, because he could not find the answer to his question. The HP screen is on, full of notifications from employees. Signs he should get out of there.

Before stepping on the gas pedal, Aksa looked at the middle rearview mirror to check his appearance. His breath was slightly restrained because it was imagined the figure of a blood-soaked high school teenager earlier. But fortunately, this time there was no terrible shadow there.

"I think it's just my delusion" Aksa thought to calm himself down.

But just now that she said that, Aksa found a red scar like a scratch around her neck. His white shirt also had red stains like blood.

"So because of this Mr Diman thinks I'm hurt?"

His eyes stared at the car. It turned out that the red stains were not only on his clothes, but also on the seats and floor of the car.

The feathers return to the bristles. "So it was a dream or a real one, anyway? Why is it that after all this time, the spirit of the Kinanti has only appeared now? What does this have to do with that woman?" aksa thought confused.

His fingers moved to open the car's dashboard, to pick up the sow powder that was usually stored by his wife. The plan was to use the powder to cover the scratches around his neck.

However, the movement of his hand stopped shortly after opening the dashboard. Hands shaking. It was not the sow powder he found there, but a lump of hair filled with fresh blood.

"Argh! Crazy one! What the hell happened, anyway?" Shouted Aksa with annoyance mixed with fear.

(Connected)