LILIES
EPISODE 4.5

University of Indonesia

Viandra or who is often called Andra by his friends is now running in a hurry to the private room of his lecturer. He who should have collected the task today was even late and not on time.

Then he was finally angered and told to recreate with a note not copying the old, killer lecturer before him really reduce the points of learning Vian.

Out of his lecturer's room, Vian's face was lethargic until one of his fellow students embraced his shoulders as if they were familiar.

"Yoi Andra, what's up?" His friend was full of vigor with a radiant face inversely proportional to VIandra.

"Oh elo."

Seeing the weak Riandra answer him he immediately asked, what is this buddy?

"Gue asked to repeat the task." Vian also told him that if he was late in collecting the task even he showed me the task sheet that he completed yesterday until late at night but now it was damaged because the lecturer had squeezed it to a scuff.

His friend patted Vian on the shoulder giving him some encouragement.

"The spirit of bro do not despair, college is so hard not like High School."

Hearing him, Vian smiled because he recalled his high school days were very happy when Vian was famous for his Caucasian face and handsome in school.

"Judah I unplug first yes, there is other business about it." He said he was leaving Vian.

Vian could only nod anyway he also still had other business, and after his friend left he started reaching for his phone in the bag from yesterday he had not checked.

How surprised he was with the many notifications that appeared, especially messages from Azran. Soon he went to the hospital to see Tara, his heart pounding and as fast as possible he ran to the parking lot to pick up the motorbike.

With such a high speed he darted through the streets with his mind fixed on Tara at the moment, he was really worried. Tara is not a true friend for him but Tara is enough so the person who is always there for him, especially he is the one who always invites him to play out.

Arriving at the hospital again he ran looking for the patient room, until when he found the room number he went to he immediately opened the room.

There was Azran who was there sitting next to the patient, the two of them were looking at each other. Seen Azran's hateful gaze fixed on Vian.

Brakes

Azran pushed Vian's body against the wall the moment they were already outside the hospital. The place was quiet and rarely anyone passed by.

"Just yesterday, huh?" Shouted Azran with great breath.

Viandra silently did not answer waiting for Azran to calm down and his emotions subsided. He waited for a while until finally VIandra told him everything.

Azran began to understand he was actually not too emotional compared to him who was last night.

"Why did the doctor say?" Now Vian began to ask about Tara's situation.

"Tara still has to be treated until she wakes up from a coma. About three weeks and the cost should be there." Azran.

"Aren't there people who have to pay for hospital fees?!"

Azran let out his breath violently.

"How much is half that?"

"About 30jt Ndra."

Viandra reflex rubbed her face hearing the value of the rupiah mentioned. He who wants to help can not even be in because the money is not enough.

"Tara could not survive if not treated at Ndra hospital. He is now in a coma and his treatment is expensive and he has no family to help him. We don't know who Tara's brother is." Azran.

As a result, VIandra must think of other ways to get money faster. His brain is now spinning hard to find a solution that he might be able to find.

Viandra walked to and fro thinking until he stopped his finger and found an idea.

"Azran is a computer geek?" Ask Vian.

Azran nodded he was a little expert in managing computers because he was a cybercafe, Viandra also immediately told his idea that there was a company that if we could hack him and fix the system problems we would be in salary and certificate.

Azran then nodded in agreement, not only that idea that Vian found. He just remembered that he was also good at playing games then he would open a jockey for those who want to increase their game rank.

Now the two also work together to make money to help pay for Tara's treatment, not forgetting Vian worked hard to fill his college assignments until he was unaware of his body that needed rest.

A different scene

The week of 1923

A mob of nuns set out for a small house in the city. Often heard the screams of women, babies and children who cry loudly due to the invaders.

The nuns remained focused on their path led by a large man with weapons filling his body. At that time the city was still named Jayakarta and the VOC controlled this area.

Enter the nuns into a small house but the garden area. There they were in the pinta to hold a strange religious ritual, because there are some little girls tied to the wall and long-haired beautiful women look still teenagers who are also tied up in a pole in the house.

The woman's bruised body was covered in wounds in a shabby white dress knee-deep. Her long unraveled hair covered her beautiful but already broken face. Some of the girls were crying a little scared in the whip again if their cries were tight.

The nuns began to gather to make a circle with candles lit in their midst. Reading verses that no one else understands.

The sky outside suddenly blackened after the verse was read together by the nuns. Strong winds began to blow away the leaves scattered in the streets, people began to fear into their homes as well as the soldiers who were out there.

The most interesting thing in the house was a doll placed in the middle of the ritual. It was as if the doll was sitting like a baby just learning to sit.

The smile on her face was really very frightening until after a few minutes the other verses read the soldiers who were with them began to force the children to stand in their gatherings right in front of each nun.

It was as if every nun there had one daughter, while the soldiers prepared with knives placed around the children's necks. Locking movement from behind.

Wailing cries began to sound, they were sure that this terrible end of life was actually approaching them. Unlike the beautiful teenager who was in one of the leaders of the nuns, he was strangled by the leader of the army who also had a knife attached to his neck.

No small crying could be heard from the girl, as if she was no longer in pain when the knife stuck to her neck began to pierce her skin.

At the heart of the ritual is surrender to the one demon they admire - Appolion, the abyss angel who rules over his victims.

They are heretical humans under the guise of obedient groups to God.