Opung Tolu's
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The dawn of today tells the traces of black magic on dry leaves falling between the top of the house. The high-scientific Syriac shaman did not stop releasing them. He was still waiting for a chance to kill. Tolu felt that the ferocious science was difficult to escape, after Togar went to the office as well as Ani who said he had improved and rushed away as well so he prepared to go to the forest.

“Mbok, keep the house until I get back. Do not open the door for any guests today. Do not open the curtains and keep the candles and lights on. Close the window and lock the door until my voice calls your name” Tolu command.

“Good non, the mbok will remember it.”

Carrying nginang equipment and some ritual needs, the forest was like his second home after he had gained knowledge. Walking alone wearing black clothes, today he did not wear a skewer konde given by Togar. Precisely when he reached the cave, he burned the fire towards a stone calling the figure of the demon king occupant.

“Tolu, Tolu!” the echo of the voice of the black man.

“I ask for strength to fight the spirits of shamans Syria” Tolu said bulging eyes.

“Hahaha.” laughter of supernatural inhabitants.

“Quick help me. Have we not been trading for a long time?” the word Tolu is not.

He was impatiently waiting for the answer of the inhabitants of the place, Tolu burned incense and dumped the water he had cast in the bottle.

“Why are you being impatient? That shaman has the same knowledge as you. During his life was the border guard of this village. He asked me too. Hahahah!”

“But I use this science not to hurt innocent people” Tolu retorted.

“Whatever form is used depends on the will of each. I do not care, now give me the head of the buffalo and I will separate you from the spirit of Syria. Right on Friday night kliwon, you also have to fast for forty days.”

The sighting disappeared, Tolu frowned walking away from the cave. Fasting for that long is like killing himself because the limit of the endurance of fasting mutih only lasts Monday and Thursday. If he undergoes another fast count ten days each month. He did not want to die in vain from exhaustion or illness. Along the way home on foot, he thought of a way to keep his body resistant and able to pass the test of black magic in order to fight the spirit of the shaman of Syria.

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Knocking on doors and windows non-stop.

The giant feet walked then ran over the tile. The mbok was surprised to drop the plate from his hand. He was very frightened, reciting a short surah while committing zikr made the disturbance even more brutal.

“Arghh!” yelled the mbok.

The curtain shifted on its own without any moving wind, from the outside looks terrible form. The woman was too old to run, because she was not balanced to bring her body down from the stairs until she was unconscious. Once at home, Tolu repeatedly called and knocked on the door but there was no answer. He decided to climb into one of the trees near the roof of the house to enter from the window that looks open.

“Mbok! Build mbok!” Tolu shook his body.

Tolu was late to return home, how angry he saw the state of his workers became the moons of the spirit of the Syrian shaman. He searched the P3k box, gave wind oil and treated the wound on the temple. A few minutes later the woman opened her eyes, continuing her screams.

“Arggh! A ghost! Non no ghosts in window!” yelled the mbok.

“This is nothing mbok. Come on today let me take care of the house. Si mbok rest only in until recovered” said Tolu.

The mbok pressed his aching head, in the mind so happy to get a good employer even though he had to fight the fear every day because of getting terror from the subtle creatures.

“Thank you so much non” he said slowly then lowered his head.

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