Me And The Rich Man's

Chapter 4's

Amasya, Turkey. Seven years later ... 

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In a simple house ... 

The sound of the door being knocked hard made Hanna jump. He who was feeding a little girl turned his head. Faintly Hanna could hear the voice of a woman who was nagging from behind the door. 

“Open the door!” 

Hearing the scream, Hanna placed the plate on the table. He could already guess what was happening in front. Again the annoying neighbor who is very happy to disturb his life. 

“You want that ugly old witch here?” Hanna muttered in annoyance as she got up from her seat. “Star ... briefly yes, Dear ..” 

“Don't open the door, Mommy! It must be a fierce aunt who likes to be angry,” said the girl innocently.

“It's okay, Honey. Will mommy flush him with water if you dare to get angry again.” The little girl sitting on the chair just nodded. His eyes follow wherever Hanna steps. 

Hanna opened the door. It looked as if a curly-haired fat lady was standing in the doorway with a gurgle of anger on her face. Hanna's gaze glanced at the woman's hand—who was clutching firmly the neck of a boy's shirt. 

“What are you doing, let go of him!” Hanna forced the boy to hit her body. He pulls it behind his back as a form of protection. 

Although the fierce woman wanted to grab him, Hanna did not give him the slightest gap. His eyes glinted in anger. The veins on his face and neck even stood out. “Hey you, Hanna Cabrera ... Damn woman whose origins are unclear! Try to educate your son. Look what he did in my shop. You must have told him to steal, right? Poor poor poor woman!” 

Hanna took a deep breath, trying as much as possible not to get hooked.

“What did he steal from your shop, Mrs Ursula?” 

“You can see in his hand what's wrong?” 

Hanna's hand stretched out and pulled the boy's arm out of hiding. Innocently, he hid both hands behind his back, his head lowered and no longer dared to look up at Hanna. 

“Sky ... Show me your hands!” hanna's orders. But the six-year-old boy chose silence and kept his head down. “I'll count to three." Hanna took a deep breath. "One ... Two ...” 

Hanna had not finished counting, Sky had already extended a hand. There were two slices of bread in his grasp. Hanna also breathed a long breath, in order to break the anger mixed with shame. 

Furious, the woman named Lady Ursula then snatched two pieces of bread that were still wrapped in plastic with rough, making Sky's body jumped from fear and surprise. Don't forget his intimidating look.

 “You saw for yourself, he stole bread in my shop. If you don't have money, don't ask your son to steal.” 

“He's still a kid and doesn't know what he's doing yet. How much is that bread?” 

“What? Why is it so expensive?” screeched Hanna with furrowed brows. 

“Why? You can't afford?” the woman was challenging. 

Hanna stared with sharp eyes. Without a word go inside and take the wallet. 

“Take this!” he handed me some paper money. 

Madam Ursula snatched quickly, replying to Hanna's sharp gaze in the same manner.

“Look fine, if you get caught stealing again in my shop, then I will report you to the police!” he pointed to Sky. He then stepped away. 

“Wait!” call Hanna make the woman's steps stop. 

“What else is it?” 

Hanna stepped closer and snatched the two loaves of bread from Lady Ursula's hand. “Give me his bread. Didn't I pay for it? You're good, you old witch!”

“Take it! You shameless woman! I wonder how you educated your son! Basic thief!”

Hanna then went inside the house, put two loaves of bread on the table and came out again afterwards. Madam Ursula was just about to step away.

“Mrs Ursula, this is behind!” hanna's shout made the woman turn her head for a moment. 

The byuurrr! 

Madam Ursula's jaw was wide open, as were her eyes. Anger felt through the crown. Brazenly, Hanna had just doused it with dishwashing water. 

He shook his body until a splash of water was seen there. The coldness of the water could not even extinguish the flames of his anger.

“Hanna Cabrera! You really are a fucking woman, you know ... You and your kids are the same. Equally unclear of origin. Even the father of your child is not clear,” means fiery while pointing to the door of the house until his chest rises and falls because of sting. "You cheap lady and-"

The byuurrr! 

“HANNA CABRERA!” 

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