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LUKMAN DALBO

DURING the fasting month, many of us do

sports activities in the morning. To keep

health and stamina are reasons.

Including me, I am a very

I like to exercise in the morning, especially in the month

fastings. Because of the happy moments I can

wake up early and get some exercise. The sport I am

do is walk along 5 km from

homehouse. But I was never alone. There are friends of mine who faithfully accompany every step

i'm.

It was the second day of the month of fasting. Subsequent to

dawn prayer and change of sports clothes, I go

out to see my friends. In front already

present : Lukman, Irfan, Sule, and Yusup. Our plan

it was a walk in the usual direction, or

easier to the right from the house

i'm. In addition to frequent walks in that direction, the right

also be a prima donna for singles like that

all five of us (except Irfan who is still 12 years old).

Because there are so many girls.

But this morning was different. We five

decided to walk to the left. Mother Says

me, on the road where I'm going there are 3 pieces

a big tree with all its mystical stories.

There was never a murder

goats by irresponsible people there.

Then the body was just thrown away (sadistic).

Although I was actually scared to go through it,

what else is it's still half five. Still enough

dark for this clock. Lukman, as

leaders and experts command to

take a walk immediately.

‘Gue scared nih’ says Irfan, notabene Irfan

he was the smallest child in our group.

‘Udah no papa, there we’ said Sule sage

(oldest son).

One hundred meters we walk, Lukman starts

as his friend from childhood, I did not

his hobbies are story and story.

‘Say of people, walk by the amount

strange to be found by demons!’ lukman said

mecciil.

I nanggepin ‘cook anyway?’

‘Iya Rif, he said again, the most

back stolen same satan’

As I thought, I began to agree

lukman said just now. Even the very back

kidnapped demon, I nerima. It is the most

the back is Lukman himself.

Sule who had been silent since then began to lift up

talk, but not like Lukman, Sule

talking about Mr. Lukman. Sule emang

lukman's brother, you could say Sule is

Om Lukman, because Sule is the smallest brother of Dad

Lukman's.

‘Luk earlier I was the same Yusup see your father's way

here when to pray in mushola, where to go?’

ask Sule.

‘Iya, I also saw’ continued Yusup.

‘Mau to Surabaya, he said there is a project

new. At 7 this starts, that's why my dad

immediately revoke the early hours of the day’ replied Lukman

while looking for inspiration for stories.

‘No fear so go through here alone ?’ ask

Sule.

‘Gak is, the person he is pawang’

A hundred meters later I passed

the village cemetery. Here the mystical aura began to be felt.

Typical gripping graves.

The atmosphere was used by Lukman

to launch the follow-up story. This time Lukman

it tells the story of a dalbo she once was

meet in the kitchen of his house. He said it was big, though,

black, and carrying a cigarette. Temen