The Victimized Youth of the Ponpes
Very Easy
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Now Syifa has finished bathing, now she has changed the dress that has been prepared by her mother. The green dress suit and niqob fit just as well, just like Dinda's is wearing now.
Syifa's grandfather had also prepared his car in front of the house, Dinda and her mother were also preparing the necessary items for later on the trip. While Syifa happily ran small towards the front of the house to get to the car first, and do not forget Syifa also brought a white turban given by Farhan that he circled around his neck at this time.
"God, my beautiful grandson, got a gift from the sacrificial young man he called the father, Farhan if his name is not wrong", the inner grandmother was sitting in the living room and saw Syifa running towards the door.
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Shortly thereafter Dinda also came out of her room while carrying a medium-sized bag in which there are items needed.
"Where is Syifa?", asked Dinda looking at the corner of the room looking for Syifa.
" Here ahead first, yes yuk yuk hunted", replied his mama.
Dinda and her mother got ready and got out to the car...
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...*Old Warehouse*...
"Where was that guy?!"
"Well in, look at the door,, broken gini"
"Yes, come on in, let's go in, before he fucks it all up"
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"Huh, hah, Astaghfirullah is tired of running from there here and there"
"The young victim was like he went straight in, even though the door was big lo, buti"
The veiled women slowly looked towards the halved door that was in the somewhat inner part of the warehouse. They were just a little goosebumps because there was someone who could damage the large barn door, judging from wherever it still looked strong and good, still, but it can be kicked in half by a sacrificial young man who is out of nowhere.
"Where is it now?, come in or not?"
"Hmm, I don't know, either, but the young man sacrificed himself,,, "
"Yes, you go back to the cottage now, get help, or find people around"
"Ready"
After discussing for a while, two of the women immediately rushed to seek help to help their kidnapped friend and help the young man.
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Seen, Farhan has beaten everyone who came to catch him earlier. Without any injuries, Farhan had subverted about 5 people.
Farhan returned to look for the crowbar and would open the door locked with the padlock...
"Woi"
"Lo ngapain"
"How dare you get in here,, get out now or we beat you up"
And a group of men had entered and caught Farhan, and Farhan did not open the door...
"Haw!! "
The men immediately marched forward to attack Farhan, and Farhan casually placed a crowbar near the door and attacked the men.
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Again Farhan had overthrown a group of men who caught him, now he managed to fall 7 people, increased, if added to the previous 5 people means Farhan has beaten 12 people with his bare hands.
"Huffff, why should there be a quarrel anyway, I'm sure this is just the beginning, see after I get to the cottage, I'm sure there will be a big massacre later", inner Farhan while regulating her breathing.
Farhan came back to the door, took the crowbar near the door, and hit the padlock...
*BUGH,, BUGH,, BUAGH,,, *
*CRYLIB*
The padlock was broken, and the door opened slowly....
Farhan entered the room... Farhan was just silent, at this time he saw there was a veiled girl who was in his hand tie and also closed her eyes with a cloth whose color was similar to the color of his robe
But Farhan was sure it wasn't blindfolded because of the kidnapper's hug, but it was a special marat-covering cloth for someone whose eyes were blind.
"Zahras"
Farhan called Zahra's name to the veiled woman...
"Te thank you, thank you, thank you, ", said Zahra trembling slightly.
Without saying another word, Farhan approached the girl and opened the bond in her hands.
" Wait here, let me call your friend "
When Farhan wanted to go out, his right hand was held by Zahra...