In the seclusive enclave
There was a bungalow
It stood there like a majesty
Once it was a barren place
Nobody knew
When it was set up
When people came to know
Question begun to pop out
“Who is the owner?
How come we don't know?”
The villagers stayed a few kilometers away
They hardly knew about the bungalow
The leaked news came out
The owner didn't want to come
He hid it under pile of other assets
He declared he was holding it
It wasn't belonging to him
It was for his friends from overseas
They bought the place built a retreat
The reporters anxiously waited
When the night fell
The moon was dimly lit
They saw shadows moving around
They used telescopic lens to watch
What they saw
They didn't want to believe
The group of worshipers
In hooded uniforms
They took pictures
They wanted to know
As curiosity would tell a story
“Who are these people?”
Outside the bungalow compound
The reporters couldn't find any cars
Surprise registered in their minds
“Who are these people?”
One reporter edged closer
Though his friends told him not to go
As his curiosity caught him
He hid behind tree to tree
Until he was near
A distance of his eyes could see
The hooded people gathered
In circle praying to a black object
He took his camera to peep in
He didn't like what he saw
A black statute of naked black woman
With claws on her hands
The legs of leopard
A tail behind her back
The eyes of red
The jagged teeth of hell
“There are the devil worshipers?”
He whispered to nobody else
Then he felt a cold hand touched his head
He frozen still; stopping, breathing for a while
He turned slowly to look
The hooded woman with her cold steel hand
“You are trespassing on our congregation
You will be sent to hell!”
The reporter wanted to scream
He was too late when a sack closed his head
He struggled for a while then he was taken away
Leaving the silence to play on its own shadow
“Where's Tom?”
He had gone too long
We better go find him
He better doesn't go missing”
3 colleagues went down to look
They couldn't him amongst the tree
They saw his notebook on the ground
Something had happened to him
The 3 guys quickly ran back
“Tom was gone
He left his notebook behind”
“What happened to him?”
“I think he is there
Look at the telescopic lens
He was captured
He knelt down facing the naked black statue”
“Sam and John
Go make the police report
4 of us will go down there”
“Are you crazy?”
“We are not going to barge in
We want to watch and observe
We don't know who are these people
We don't know what they do to Tom
I think we will play along
The night will tell us something
These people aren't meeting in the bungalow
I have a hunch something is happening”
The 4 reporters walked quietly
Hiding behind tree to tree
Until they found a spot
They squat there to observe
Tom was forced to kneel down
They saw a woman's hand with long finger nails
Pressing Tom's shoulder to kneel before the statue
They wondered what would come next......
The bungalow still stayed quiet
In the dim light of the many shadows
The hooded heads prayed together
Until the red eyes shining.......
“There are devil worshipers
They hide here in this bungalow
Now we know why nobody knows
Our editor got a tip.....
Maybe from one of those worshipers?
We would never find out the source”
The hooded people dancing in circle
Tom looked afraid fear in his eyes
“I say we better barge in
We can't wait and see what happen
This is the time to take action
George you hide here”
The 3 friends ran down the slope
Crushing twigs and fallen leaves
They reached the bungalow
Holding their breath
“What are they doing?
Head gears change to cows' heads
The ancient paganism ritual?
“Nay it could be the COW”
“You forgot about the story
It hit the headlines few months ago
A group of women formed it
Obedience to husbands”
“Oh I forgot all about it
They want the husbands be the masters
And so they become the cave women”
“It's good for us guys isn't it?”
“What are they doing now?”
“They are dancing the ritual
I think Tom must be the lucky guy
They treat him like a little god”
“Shall we barge in?”
“No we better observe
We want the full story
Let Tom shiver a bit more”
Then they heard a loud bang
A group of guys came out from nowhere
Wearing t-shirts printed the words “BULL”
They knocked at the doors
“BULL? I heard of its name
It said something for men like us”
“What thing?”
They looked at each other
“You know something?”
“I think it stands for “Betina untuk laki-laki”
“It sounds about right isn't it?”
Yeah...the COW and BULL!”
The door creaked open
The BULL guys entered
“Is this your spy?”
“Because he is a man?”
“What else we are thinking?
He was found snooping around
Aren't you guys practicing it?”
“He isn't our kind!”
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