My wife Kuntilanak
Chapter 60. Hundreds of Dead

"Is this really the place? Where's that giant banyan tree?"

After observing around, Aksa was leaning on a large tree whose leaves were falling around a lot. Likewise with Genta and Arga who are busy regulating their breath

Next to it was an old acid stem that grew askew until it dangled. The sour stem grew outside the former rice field area, but because the stem was tilted so it went near the old hut building. Some squirrels seemed to run from the branches to the fertile branches.

"It should be around this. Do you remember any other signs, other than the giant banyan tree? It looks like the tree has fallen and decayed" said Mr Sigit who escorted the three men.

"Where do we remember, sir. After he died, we hurriedly covered him with dry straw and tree branches, then fled. Where else do we look around," said Arga.

"Haaahs. His aura is too weak, for his spirit is no longer here."

Mr. Sigit was busy burning incense while occasionally chanting incantations. The man walked back and forth in the place where he thought Kinanti's body was dumped.

"Sir, we use another way. It's too hard" Genta said, wiping the head of the sniffer dog, which he had secretly brought from the office.

"Keep you want to experience something like Aruna?" ask Mr. Sigit. The three men shook their heads.

"Hhhhkrrrr..." Strange roars from a distance. His voice is not like the sound of animals. The four men immediately put their sense of sight on, and their sense of hearing was fine.

"Hhhhrrr... Kikikikk..."

"Ga, I didn't hear wrong, did I? That's K-sound"

"Srsttt! Don't call!" said Mr. Sigit while putting his index finger in front of his lips.

"Sir... Mr. Sigit..." Aksa who stood on his back to the shaman spoke with a trembling voice.

"Srsttt! Be quiet! Read the prayer in your heart" whispered Mr. Sigit. His mouth was back to our words. Either recite a prayer, or say a spell.

"Paaak, look at that..." Aksa ignored Mr. Sigit's ban. He spoke again, pointing in a direction.

"Geez!"

Not only was Sigit surprised. But also Genta and Arga. They were all terrified, seeing a group of people walking up to them.

Ah, it doesn't seem to be walking. But hovering. Because the thickets of the bush do not sway, when they pass.

Their hearts beat faster, when they heard the loud voice of the coyote from the mountain. The animal sounded in unison so that it filled the contents of this forest.

Instantly everything changed. Those people who were only pale-faced, were now covered in blood. The atmosphere of the afternoon with the sky was turned into gripping.

Satya flips over and tries to escape from the group of strange people. His footsteps were followed by the other three men.

No matter, they continued to look for a way even though they had to repeatedly hit the weeds in front of him. Their skin began to wound and bleed, exposed to incisions of thorns, twigs, and sharp leaf edges.

A fishy smell emanated from the bodies behind them. These people had wounds that kept blood flowing. They roared as they continued to chase the three men.

"Actually who are they? What are the creatures' friends?" thought Aksa in the middle of her panic.

They are slowly getting closer. His movements seemed like he wanted to strangle the neck of Aksa, who was running the very back. The pale hands were racing to grab Aksa's body.

"Be a part of us!" rutuk woman one of the women.

When speaking, his mouth opened and vomited blood until maggots sprung from his jaw cavity.

Be late. The other figure had first held the collar of Aksa's shirt. That man can't run anymore.

"Don't lose, Aksa. Keep your feet up, even though you can't move," shouted Mr. Sigit who was a few steps ahead of Aksa.

The man dressed in all black then pulled Aksa's body as hard as he could, until it slammed far away. Far-away. Until it feels the drops of water wet the face, smells like a mixture of fragrant pandanus.

"Mas... Wake up, Mas." The voice of the Goddess was calling.

When the eyes open, Aksa's body lies in the middle room of the Goddess' house. There was Mr. Sigit, Arga and also Genta who were looking at him with tense faces.

"I why? How come it's here?" ask Aksa confused.

"Mas has been unconscious for two hours. But it was taken to the doctor, he said Mas not why," explained Dewi with a soft voice.

"I'm sorry, it was all my fault. Until you almost brought them. Fortunately I was able to pull you up quickly and bring you here," Mr. Sigit said

"What mistake?"

I think that quite a powerful aura was coming from Kinanti. But I was wrong. It was apparently a nest of a bunch of other figures," said Mr. Sigit full of regret.

"Who are they, sir?" ask Aksa curiously. He still deeply remembered how gripping the atmosphere had been.

"I think they are the victims of the colonial era war who were just thrown away. The spell I read and the frankincense I kindled raised them all." Mr. Sigit told me while shuddering in horror.

"Thankfully everyone survived. Do not get Mas there again," said Dewi with a worried face.

"For a few days stay here. The village is still not safe for you. And if you can not travel alone," advised Mr. Sigit. "I'll find another way to drive the creature away" he continued.

...***...

"Papa, let's make another robot."

An adorable little boy, sitting leaning on Aksa's shoulder. His right hand held a black crayon. Favorite color. While his left hand handed a picture book to Aksa.

His brown eyes with lentic eyelashes, just like Aksa. His skin was yellow, and his high jaw and nose were exactly the same as Aksa. Anyone who saw him could already guess, who the father of this handsome boy was.

"It's night, baby. It's time for Evano to go to sleep. Draw it tomorrow, yes," persuaded Aksa.

The boy's lips curled downwards. He lowered his head in disappointment.

"Son, Papa's sick again. Play it tomorrow, yeah. After Papa," persuade the Goddess. The little boy finally complied. He tidied up all his drawing equipment inside the plane-shaped bag.

Rrp... Rrp...

Just now Aksa wants to rest, Rani calls him. Aksa lazily lifted him up. He let the phone ring to death by himself. But Rani was not desperate. Again she called her husband.

"Acluded, Mas. Who knows there is an important thing" said Dewi who had been sitting next to her husband.

Despite being reluctant, Aksa still followed the advice of his young wife. "Hello. What's up, Rani?" ask Aksa in a flat tone.

"Mas... Nada, Mas.." said Rani across the street crying.

(Connected)