Sect: A Community of No Expression Masks

Deep web

Satria and I got to the homestay, and I went to take a shower, Satria went to the room and grabbed her laptop. He sat down at the dinner table and opened his laptop, not knowing what he was going to do.

20 Minutes passed and I was tidy and did not stink of blood anymore, I also approached Satria who was still at the table eating.

"Why is Sat?" My toot.

"Gue again research Dav," replied Satria whose gaze was still on the laptop screen.

The little bit of information made us hard-pressed to look for clues about the sect.

"What's Sat, isn't the web address clear?" I'm confused.

"This is a deep web Dav, indeed for the URL is never clear, so it is difficult to track." Reply Satria.

"Deep web, what the hell?" I asked who was getting confused.

"Basic of public society!" Firm Satria, "internet and browser that you use now it's just the need, under the surface there is a deep web, the internet that not many people know and difficult to access, well under the deep web there's still more dark web, and it's very hard to access, and you could say it's a criminal lair."

"So seriously something like that?" My toot.

Satria nodded her head.

"But is it legal?" My toot.

"Of course it's illegal Dav, and most people use the deep web to buy drugs, guns, and even you can find a hit man here!" Reply Satria.

"Wow, what are you looking for again?" I asked who was amazed.

"Gue gleaned information about the demon worship sects all over the world." Reply Satria.

"There really is?" Manya surprised.

"Look at yourself!" Satria.

I looked at the monitor and sure enough, a lot of information about the devil worship community.

"Lo know the similarities of all these sects?" Ask Satria.

"What?" I'm confused.

"They both need a mash, but the reasons are different." Sahut Satria's.

I became focused on seeing Satria looking for information, with a strong analysis, Satria had already made notes on a piece of paper.

"So all this time, he's been planning something out of the blue and there's a complicated process like this." I said in my heart.

Arriving at the last page we saw a photo of someone wearing an expressionless mask, and wearing a black robe complete with a headscarf.

"Bingo!" Shouted Satria.

ilSat, is this really?" My toot.

Satria nodded her head and clicked on the photo of the person, then only vague text appeared. Then Satria drags the cursor and copies the writing, then she pastes it in the search address bar. Then the screen turns all black, because of the slow internet network, the site has not been all open. We both waited and were curious.

Then came the inscription "wachten op de dag van oppanding" I was confused and asked Satria, "That means what Sat?"

"It looks like it's Dutch" Satria replied as she opened a new tab to translate the writing.

Once translated, it means "wait for the resurrection."

"It's not wrong that this must be them!" Satria.

"But why Dutch?" My toot.

"Of course, maybe this sect originated there and started to spread in Indonesia." Reply Satria.

"Risc!" My word.

"Why Riska?" Ask Satria.

"He'll live in Holland, he'll know something!" My answer.

"Gosh, that's right... We don't have to bother deciphering this article!" Satria.

"Let's go to the hospital now!" My solute.

I waited outside while smoking a cigarette, honestly I could not calm down, and from then on I was pacing in front of the door.

Not long after that Satria finished changing clothes and we headed straight to the hospital. On the way Satria was still busy with her laptop and kept looking at the article.

Arriving at the hospital, we immediately ran to Riska's room, and when we got there no one at all. There was only Riska who was still unconscious, alone in the room.

"Jeez, Riska's in her own living gini!" Satria.

"Where the hell, Novi and Achong!" My welcome.

I approached Riska and rubbed her head, suddenly Riska's eyebrows shriveled and her eyes slowly opened.

"By... Davie?" Said Riska.

"Yes, I'm here... You rest, don't push yourself too much!" My word.

Riska nodded and took my hand, and said, "Thank you for everything."

"Here you go, don't talk anymore" I said as I rubbed Riska's head.

Riska smiled and closed her eyes, she said, "Touch your hand on my head, make me calm and comfortable Dav."

"That's a small part of my duty Ris" said Diaz with a smile and slowly shedding tears.

Suddenly the door of the room opened and we saw Novi, walking with the sisters.

"When are you here?" Ask Novi.

"Lo crazy Nov, leave Riska alone!" My word.

"So Riska's convulsing Dav, I freaked out I kept calling the nurse." Novi.

"There's an emergency button, connected to the room of Nurse Nov!" My firmness.

"But it doesn't work Dav, so I samperin my own sister!" Sahut Novi's.

"Where's achong?" Ask Satria.

"She said she wanted to go to the police station to give a report!" Answer Novi.

"What report?" My toot.

"Reports of fatalities are in the old hut!" Answer Novi.

"You're all so noisy..." Say Riska with a smile.

Novi was surprised, and immediately hugged Riska while saying, "Finally you are also aware of Ris."

"Sorry Nov, it's been a worry for you" Riska said with a smile.

The nurse then checked the emergency button on the table next to Riska's bed. The nurse checked the cable and she was surprised that it had broken.

"Worthy of sound, the cable guy broke!" My word.

"I'm sorry, we'll fix it soon." The nurse's.

Then the nurse asked permission to call the technician, so that it was immediately corrected. The nurse left the room, and Riska looked fine and her smile returned.

"We're asking for artiin now, right?" Whisper Satria to me.

"Don't, it's Sat tomorrow morning!" My word.

Satria nodded her head and now that she is refocused on her laptop, I sit next to Riska holding her hand. I don't want to let go even if it's only 1 minute, I don't want to lose him.

"Dav, get this over with!" Said Riska, "i'm tired and fed up with all this!"

"Yes Ris, I promise I'll get this over with as soon as possible, and we can go back to Jakarta again." My solute.

Riska smiled and pulled my hand that was holding her hand, then kissed my hand and then she stroked my hand with her cheek. My tears could no longer be contained, and dripping just soaked my cheeks.

"A little while, in a minute... I promise you I'll get this over with, in a minute!"

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