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KUNTILANAK DISTURBANCE

I want to tell you another story ah. This story was a long time ago when I was a kid. I got this story from ummi who told the mystical stories in this village. A lot of ummi tell stories, but I don't know why I want to write this story. Actually, the story that recently happened there is also a c, but later I will tell it next time.

At that time the mosque speaker announced the death of one of my village residents, call it bi Ati. Bi Ati died in a state of old pregnancy. Of course the villagers are geger. This village is already famous haunted plus there are pregnant women who died, added haunted lah. Residents believe people who die in old pregnancy will usually become 'ghosts'.

Residents increasingly believe because of the night after the departure of Bi Ati, villagers were shocked by the appearance and ignorance of mbak kunti.

At that time some residents who were patrolling were busy chatting in patrol posts. Suddenly, there was a typical laugh from the direction of the rambutan tree.

'Hihihihihi' mbak kunti continues to laugh as if he wants to tell his whereabouts to the patrolmen.

The fathers stopped their conversation and looked at the rambutan tree. And right, there was a mbak kunti who was sitting (moving his legs forward and back) on one of the branches of the tree, with his white shirt and long hair, still laughing giggling.

Coincidentally, the patrons were brave. Instead of running away, they even approached the rambutan tree.

"Hey cunti if you dare not on the tree, here down," one of the patrons said as he looked up at the tree, saw the mbak kunti that was prickly and still laughing cheerfully.

Hearing the challenge giggling mbak kunti getting louder, as if amused to see their behavior. And without any cue mbak kunti also stood up and flew around in circles while continuing to laugh gleefully.

Then he began to float low approaching the patrol. Seeing miss kutaw who was about to approach them instantly they immediately took the thousand steps. As a result they were pursued by the mbak kunti and accompanied by the sound of a melodious laugh. (base hehee when they were challenging told to go down to the front, when already samperin even run away. xixixixixi).

Not only that night, but also appeared, the following nights were also the same. His favorite place is the tree. Almost every night this miss hangs out there, and always prank anyone who passes the tree. Residents whose homes near the tree every night always hear the mbak kunti cheerful laugh.

But not infrequently this miss also stopped by the homes of good residents near the rambutan tree even though he came. One of the residents who were bullied was Ms. Enar (samaran).

Coincidentally one of the 'stingles' (roofs that are inside the house, usually white. Some call it 'para'. If the Indonesian language I don't know.. hehehe) room bu Enar there is a big enough hole. At night, Enar closed her eyes to rest her body. But not until Bu Enar to dreamland, bu Enar heard the typical sound of mbak kunti.

"Hihihihi" Bu Enar was shocked and immediately opened his eyes. He fell silent trying to hear the voice, and his laughter miss this again rang out, "hihihihi"

I don't know why Bu Enar wants to look at the 'stingy' of the house. And as he looked towards the 'stern' of the room, he saw the legs of this miss, covered in a white cloth coupled with her long hair, dangling from the perforated ternit while babbling (his wealth miss is very joking).

Seeing that the container Bu Enar was shocked, and the laughter even louder as if knowing that Bu Enar had realized its existence. Because it was not strong finally Bu Enar managed to faint until morning (so inget tea ita. The next morning Bu Enar immediately closed the hollow 'starch' with a newspaper.

This behavior of the miss became more so after her ex-husband married again. Usually he just shows up with his typical laughing voice. But after her husband married, she often possessed citizens, especially pregnant citizens.

Call it bi Nani who is pregnant young, suddenly acting strange. When asked by his mother bi Nani instead laugh typical giggling mbak kunti.

"hihihihihihihi" bi Nani continued to laugh in a daze, as if she was enjoying this situation.

Kontan family anxious and his hands and feet bi Nani was immediately held and then he was laid on the mattress. Bi Nani did not rebel even more giggling as if their actions were very funny. One of the families immediately called ustadz, and of course the village became a beggar. Villagers also flocked to see the condition of bi Nani.

Seeing the number of people, bi Nani increasingly giggling crazy while saying, "Oh my goodness rame ya." He said while laughing cheerfully.

Her husband and other fathers continued to hold her hands and feet while being squeezed by her feet and hands. His mother herself put balm on the hands and feet of bi Nani. Getting the treatment mbak kunti even more happy laugh. "Duh, it's so good to be taken. Yes, it's rich." That's what bi Nani said at the time while continuing to giggle.

Instead of being overheated, this miss laughed even more happily while saying, "Duh, it's really good for her. Pak Ustadz's sequel" ended with his signature laugh, hihihi.

Mr. Ustadz continued to read the Koran, but there was no reaction from bi Nani. He was even more excited. "hihihihi.. Mr. Ustadz is very tasty, rich dinina boboin. Hihihah. Mashed, dinina boboin. Duh wants to sleep. Hihihah. The long one sir ustadz. Hihihih"

Kontan we were confused, how to bring out the creature. The recitation of the Koran verse is even considered sung to sleep. Mr. Ustadz tried to communicate with this miss.

"Who is this?"

"Sir ustadz want to know if you want to know? (kidding. hehe). This one, "hihihi.. Why is it Mr Ustadz?"

"Ja's answer!"

"I'm Ati. hihihihi."

"Why did you get into this body?"

"Just want maen ja, abis kasian she daydreams ja. she is also just as rich I am again pregnant. Hihihihih. I also want to say to Mamad, why did he get married again?"

"That's his right to marry again."

"I don't want her to marry again!" miss says furious, but then giggles again "hihihihi"

(his rich miss is jealous neh. hehehehe).

"Now I ask you to come out, you've delivered your message"

"Gak ah mr. ustadz, it's really good here. hihihi"

"I said get out! This body you keep."

"I don't want to! Why did Mr. Ustadz stop njai. Njai again there, nice neh dininaboboin, even stop. hihihihi"

Mr. Ustadz tried to remove this miss by force, but it turns out that this miss is quite strong. Mr. Ustadz did not succeed in removing this kunti mbak, who claimed to be bi Ati. This miss laughed even more cheerfully.

"hihiwi.. Yes sir Ustadz I want to come out as long as I am given rice, cork, sambal, same pete. But nyimpennya not in 'cloth' yes, on the roof tile ja. You see if there is 'karuhun' in Pandaringan, I am ashamed."

(Pandaringan or also called goah, is a room that is usually used by ancient people. Usually every Friday night they raced flowers, bitter coffee, sweet coffee, etc., stored in the room, usually there is also a incense burn.

According to the belief, the temple is the place of the karuhuns, who they believe are the khodam of their ancestors, who usually come especially every Friday night to guard their homes and grandchildren from evil disturbances. If only a few people still perform the ritual. My family has also not done that anymore, fearing polytheists.)

Mr. ustadz refused, and tried to forcefully remove this miss again. But it still failed. Finally with a heavy heart the family granted this miss wish. A plate of rice, cork, pete, and sambal is stored on the roof of the house. Then mbak kunti was out of the body bi Nani while laughing loudly.