Ash White Romance
Horse riding

The Third Day of the Holidays

Today Sania and her companions plan to ride on the horse farm of the Sania family. After breakfast, at exactly 08:00 they started driving three open Jeep cars to the farm. The first car was driven by Mang Asep in Rianti, Ira, Sania, and Wulan. The second car is driven by Mang Supri, in which there are already Rina, Tania, and Andin. While the third car is filled with four female bodyguards who will follow and escort the girls.

Forty-five minutes later they had reached the farm site and started getting out of the car. To their amazement they looked around the atmosphere around the farm which was quite spacious. In contrast to the duo of brothers, Sania and Vania, both netranya look wild looking for the existence of their beloved horse. It feels so missed.

Just then, came a middle-aged man, roughly the age of Mang Asep and Mang Supri approaching them.

"Assynnya!" greet the man, making the young girls immediately turn their heads towards him.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, " answered Sania kindly

"Oh my God, this is Non Sania and Non Tania tea, huh?" asked the man called Mang Hanif as his forefinger pointed at the two sisters in turn.

"Yes, Mang. How are you, healthy?" ask Sania.

"Alhamdulillah, well, Non, " replied Mang Hanif.

"Oh yes, how are Bi Sari and Anti?" ask Sania again.

"Alhamdulillah, we are good. Anti-sama Rina mah one school only from the past, already my classmate as well," replied Mang Hanif.

"Oh yes, have not met Anti for a long time, it feels awkward, " said Sania, while remembering the figure of her childhood friend as well as Rina.

"Later let Mamang call Bi Sari and Anti, yes. Surely they are also happy to meet Non, " Mang Hanif said.

"That's so, Mang, "Sania sahut.

Before that Sania introduced her friends who had been standing behind listening to Sania chat with Mang Hanif. And Sania also introduced Mang Hanif as her papa confidant to manage the farm here. It turns out that the Sania family's farm consists of various types of livestock, there are goats, sheep, cows as well. Besides horse. Usually if you are here Mang Hanif and his men are riding more horses to go around watching the situation around this farm.

Satisfied talking with Mang Hanif, Sania began to invite her friends to approach the horse and play with the long-boned animal. Accompanied by Mang Hanif and some of his men, they began to help Sania and her companions ride on the horses that had previously been fitted with saddles where they sat on horseback.

Horses began to be moved from starting slowly, walking rather quickly until a little running. They happily carried the horses around the farm. Mang Hanif and his men closely watched to make sure everything was safe. The bodyguards were watching from afar.

The horses looked very tame. It seems to be used to interacting with humans. It is not easy to panic when approached. They seemed to calmly follow the directions of the person who was above his back.

Just walking one round enjoying the pleasant moment, they were suddenly startled by the sound of cries for help from a direction not far from them. Make everyone look for the source of the sound.

"Eh, listen no? Someone was screaming for help. There seemed to be a voice of pain as well, was he injured?" sania asked while looking for the source of the voice.

Mang Hanif and his men seemed to be approaching the girl. He felt astonished, why suddenly stopped the pace of their horses.

"What's up, Non. How's stopping?" asked Mang Hanif after getting close to Sania.

"That's, someone's asking for help. Let's see!" sania.

"Really, where, Non?" ask Mang Hanif again.

"That, tuh. It seemed to be in that direction, "said Sania as her hand pointed towards the back.

"O Allah, this is the home of Mr. Hasan and his daughter, Laila, ", Mang Hanif said.

"really? Mang Hanif knows the residents of this house?" ask Sania.

"Yes, Non, they're my employees also at the farm. He's the one in charge of cleaning the cage. And his daughter's schoolmate Rina and Anti too, " replied Mang Hanif, explaining.

"Oh Allah, then let's help them quickly, Mang!" sania.

So close, they got off their horses. Mang Hanif and his men walked over to the door. Knock on the door and say hello.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr Hasan? Laila's child? You guys in there?" sapa Mang Hanif's.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, come in. The door is not key. Help us? " answered a voice of a teenage girl of Sania's age from the inside, asking for help. With a vibrating voice.

Hearing the permission of the Hut Employer, Mang Hanif opened the door and entered the living room and saw the situation. And how surprised everything was when he saw the condition of the father and son that looked terrible. Hasan, the Father, appears to be hugged by his daughter, Laila, her head placed on her lap.

The face of the father who was about the same age as Mang Hanif was visibly battered, to the point of being barely recognizable, like being beaten. While the condition of his daughter is no less sad. In some parts of his body there were wounds. His cheeks were red like a hard slap, perhaps so hard that blood came out of the corner of his lips. His neck was bruised like a strangle. Her hair is messy and do not forget the shoulders are skinned exotic but smooth, to show her cleavage. Her upper clothes were open because some buttons had come off. Making Mang Hanif and his men immediately turn their eyes towards the others.

Meanwhile, Rianti who was sorry to see the condition of Laila immediately covered the front body of the girl with her jacket, so that her aura would not be seen again. Then hugged the girl to calm her down. His hands were not silent either. Busy stroking his back. Finally his cry broke, so heartbreaking. All dissolved in a sad and sad atmosphere.

"Calm down, you're safe, we're here. It just happened to pass around here. We were riding. Then I heard a scream calling for help. It turns out you guys, " said Rianti as he continued to hug and comfort the girl.

His other best friend sat around the girl. Follow empathizing.

After she calmed down and the girl started to stop crying, Rianti took her face away from Laila's face and wiped her tears.

"You okay? What the hell is going on? Who could do this to you? Sorry, are they trying to harass you? " ask Rina carefully as she worries if the question brings back sadness and fear.

"Yes, not just harassing, they almost raped me. But thank God, it hasn't happened yet my father came and helped me. But it ended up like this, they beat my father to death like that?" laila replied in a choked voice and then came back crying, remembering the bad incident that almost took away her honor.

"Who is Samiri? And why do his men do that?" ask Sania.

"Ju... Juragan Samiri is a loan shark in this village. Dad was forced to borrow money from him because of circumstances. The money was needed for the cost of my late mother who was sick with bowel cancer. Surgery is needed so that the cancer does not expand everywhere. That's why I had to borrow money from Samiri. And until now the debt has not been paid off, even the interest has multiplied. Although my mother's operation was said to be successful, it turned out that God had other wills. A few days after the operation, he died.

"So Samiri's men came here to collect debts. But it was just me alone at home, while the father was at the stall for a while, he said he wanted to buy rice, it was up at home. Seeing father no one they threatened me. And at the end of it they even want to twist me. There are seven of them."

"Because I fought back, trying to defend my honor, I was beaten, slapped, even strangled. Roughly ripping my clothes like this. But luckily Dad came soon so I survived. Father had hit the person who was rude to me. But outnumbered they ended up gnawing at Dad, beating him up like that. Poor dad."

The girl's cry broke again, recalling how her father was beaten before her eyes. It would be very deep in his mind at any moment.

"Yes, Allah, they will benefit the sick. Playing with death. How much is your father owed?" ask Sania. Everyone was furious to hear the story from Laila.

"It's still very much, about twenty-five million more. It was just his original debt, not including the interest. The flowers are twice that. Where can we get that money while we are just poor people. Our possessions have been drained for my mother's medical expenses first. The only treasure we have is this house. The only place we take shelter in, " said Laila.

Everyone felt a tightness in his chest, along with feeling concerned. How poverty can make people helpless. Like the case experienced by Laila's family. And people who feel they have excessive possessions are so easy to play with the weak and needy. Loans with interest that is so wrapped around, no matter the suffering of others. Miris, taste.