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KKN Isolated Villages (part 1)

𝙆𝙆𝙉 𝘿𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙖 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙡

The Real Story of 1991

more precisely the story of my father when KKN in a remote village.

#part1

I did not believe in myths or superstitions.

Tahayul in my opinion is something that is formed from past stories that cannot be logical, but even so I still respect. After all, superstition is a product of our ancestors in the past. But after the incident in 1991 when I KKN in a remote village in Wonogiri regency in Central Java.

my view changed drastically because this incident was completely out of my mind and was real to the point of draining my energy and time.

I really remember that time in January 1991 we KKN participants were gathered in Wonogiri district. After getting the briefing from our Regents distributed in accordance with the objectives of their respective villages.

I happen to be the coordinator of a village of 5 people to go to a village far enough from the district the names of KKN members I lead whose own men are Ahmad and 2 others are Budi and Iwan and the women Sri and Tuti (all my names are pseudonymous).

Long story short we arrived at the village we were headed around 11:30 p.m.

this village was amazing when I first entered a very clean village neat and well organized. Because of the beauty of this village I became curious how the atmosphere of this village at night. Long story short we continued the journey to the village office, there we were greeted by the village head call it his name polo (pseudonym) there had gathered staff and 8 hamlet heads.

Long story short tomorrow after waking up in the morning we planned to go to the top village, but only specifically men because the terrain is heavy.the three of us also set out to review the location that will be used as the location of the water source, and the location of the water, after I prepared it turned out that the messenger from the upper hamlet came to pick up the three of us probably because we were afraid to go astray because the terrain was filled with graves and trees that were very lush, maybe because it was very thick, and according to the residents of the cemetery is an old cemetery that is hundreds of years old.

Long story short, the four of us went on 2 motorcycles. After half an hour of walking we stopped at the fork in the road and there I saw a broken archway with paint that had peeled and faded. In the gate I saw many graves and very dark even during the day due to the grove of trees that I estimated thousands of years old because it was seen from the size of the tree is very large. We also entered the tomb area with lighting from a motor light, we passed through an irregular grave that uses a large stone typical of ancient times, Ibuurun,

long story short in the middle of our journey to meet 1 family was walking on the edge of the grave, the, as I passed by the pedestrians I saw them throw a smile at us but it looked strange because it was like a forced smile like someone who was sad but forced to smile and I replied with a smile and nodding as a sign of my respect to them, I asked the citizens who were talking to me on a motorcycle. I said that de sir there was passing but he said no one passed by the youth also said that Ahmad is a guyon, he said do not guyon here mas here where haunted there I was shocked by he said, but you may have been a hallucination.

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