A transmigrated farm life of a retired soldier

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Gaga would take a peek at the tall sub male once in a while and she would widen her eyes for no reason at all.

Shivering up in his seat, clearly uncomfortable and not used to the stranger's presence, Dole couldnt concentrate or enjoy this supposedly leisurely time.

He couldnt stop looking at the tanned strong but thin fingers gripping the reign.

"Uhm.. I.. I can ride on my own." Dole wanted to make the sub male feel that he doesnt welcome her. And so he tried to look fierce.

Hanna look at the growling cat and just chuckled. Doesnt he look adorable? "Then i will excuse myself.." hanna immediately let go fo the reign and made a small bow.

"Enjoy your ride.." then she left with a straight back.

Gaga watch the sub male vanish from her sight. And faced her master. "Master!! That sub male looks so fineee"

The sub male was not good looking to the point of shock, she doesnt have the handsomeness of the crown prince, the aura of the general.

But her eyes were calm, and somehow intriguing.

But dole turned his head and did not bother to answer her. Gaga immediately shut her mouth, just felt a little pity that her master was not acknowledging even the presence of the sub male.

She really wish her master will make a real friend this time.. Not like the fake friends in the capital.

Maybe it will help greatly... Hayy..

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Hana was not a masochist. She could clearly feel the negative emotions that boy was giving her.

She was a soldier. She had comrades who lost an arm, leg, even ears. And some of them had half their faces exploded because of frequent wars. 

That injury on the boys face was merely  a scratch in her eyes.

That boy was a noble, she was sure of that. Possibly the son of the Duke. And a duo...

She did not mean anything when she said that she likes the color of his eyes. She was just telling the truth. It was a compliment that was not a lie.

In her eyes, this beautiful scarred boy was just a child. Still innocent.

She did not know anything why he had that scar in his face. But she was really hoping that boy will get better soon.

Hana already distanced herself from them.

When the sun finally started to dawn, The workers already bid the old chief and his wife good bye, holding the money they earned for a days hardwork, they descended the mountain with big smiles.

Hana was the last one to descend. She made sure her bolo was with her, then she took the bamboo basket she always carried with her. There was only left over food left in the basket.

"Hana!" Old fuego called her with a smile.

Looking back, Hana saw the thin wrinkly old man smiling warmly at her. "Uncle.." Hana smiled back, she walk to him. "Is there anything uncle?"

"Nothing nothing,.. Here." In his clenched  wrinkly thin hands was dozen of coins.

Hana wanted to retract her hand but old fuegos grip is tight. "Its okay Hana."

"But.."

"Hana.. You worked. This is your pay. I know you dont have any interest in finding a wife.." Old fuego laughed when he saw her wince. "But keep it just in case.. Okay?"

Hana finally nodded. "Okay... Thank you uncle."

"Ok. Ok take care."

Old fuego watch her descend down the mountain. And his smile become more longing. He had seen an image flash in his eyes.

If his daughter was alive, She and Hana would surely be good friends.

Hana descended the mountain while humming, she enjoyed the walk. She was still a bit far from the house when she heard the barking of lebie.

A brown dog made a howl seeing the familiar figure approaching.

"Good boy lebie.. Come. I have left over here.. You must be really hungry." Hana put down the basket and piled all the left overs she had collected on his plate.

Lebie happily wagged his tail and started eating.

Hana watch him with a small smile and leaned back. With a smile on her lips. Yes.. Its actually this kind of life is what she has been aiming for.

What could be more perfect than this?

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"Young master?" Gaga opened the door and saw the gloomy figure shrouded in darkness. "Master.." Gaga could not hide the sadness in her voice when she noticed that Dole was holding a familiar letter.

Dole's back was facing her, so she couldnt really see the boys emotion. But she just assumed that he must be hurting again. Feeling more distressed for him.

"Young master.. Do you .. Still love the prince?" Gaga was merely asking in curiosity but she bit her lip immediately. Why did she talk about it?! Idiot Gaga! She started cursing herself.

"Love..." Dole muttered. He stared at the letter in his hand. This one and only letter he had received from that cold man that he had taken care of for many years. The letter that contained and show how much the prince did not care about him, but he still treat it as a treasure.

Love.. A funny word.

Because of love he had hurt his parents and himself. Because of love..

"Master.. Dont be sad" Gaga whispered. Hoping he would hear.

Gaga didnt see the curve of the boys lips. The tears fell from his eyes.

But it was not sadness that burned on him. Not regret. Not heartbreak.

But rage.

Dole gracefully put the paper near the only candle lit in the room. The fire started eating the piece of paper. And Dole watched it with dead eyes.

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