Hauwa'u and Inteesar were walking peacefully, talking to each other. Hauwa'u turned to Inteesar and said, "Inteesar, honestly, I think we should find a place to hide because I can see trouble brewing; the rainstorm is about to turn into a disaster."
Inteesar responded, "Alright, where should we hide?"
Hauwa'u pointed to a hut nearby. "Let's go to that hut and wait out the rain, and when it clears up, we can continue home."
"Okay," Inteesar replied, and they made their way toward the shelter.
They barely settled inside when the rain started pouring heavily, drenching everything around them. As the storm raged on, the rain subsided after a while, and they resumed their journey. Soon, they saw some black Land Cruiser vehicles approaching, with one of them—a white Rolls-Royce in the middle—standing out. The vehicles sped past them, splashing water on them in the process.
Annoyed by the cars' careless driving, Inteesar picked up a stone and hurled it at one of the vehicles. The stone hit the windshield with a loud crash, shattering the glass. Hauwa'u, startled, turned to Inteesar and asked, "Inteesar, do you even realize which car you just broke the glass of?"
Inteesar, still furious, snapped back, “Why should I care about whose car it is? These rich people have no respect for others. Can't they see the damage they've caused by speeding through like that? Why should I be concerned with whose car it is when it's their recklessness that's the problem?”
The loud sound of the glass shattering caught the attention of the driver, who had been reading his newspaper inside the car. He looked up, his eyes narrowing in anger. "What was that noise?" he muttered under his breath, peering at the damage.
His voice was now cold and stern as he ordered the driver to stop. "Let them go," the driver said, trying to show respect. However, the young man—seemingly a rich heir—was furious and stepped out of the car. He shouted, “Who do you think you are to break the glass of my car? Who raised you? What kind of disrespect is this?”
Inteesar’s eyes flashed with indignation. Despite being poor, she couldn’t stand being insulted by people like him. "I was raised by the same kind of people you look down on," she retorted sharply. “But you're the one who's clearly the problem here, not me.”
His face twisted in disgust as he raised his hand to slap her, but before he could strike, a voice intervened. "Stop, Muh'd!" the voice commanded. It was the voice of the person who had been reading the newspaper earlier.
Muh'd, clearly frustrated, turned to face the voice, but before he could say anything, Inteesar spoke again, her words full of anger and pride: “If you dare touch me, know this: you will have committed the greatest mistake of your life. If your hand ever touches my face, you will regret it forever.”
Without waiting for a response, Inteesar turned to Hauwa'u, pulling her along as they walked away, leaving the stunned group behind.
This tense encounter left the air thick with resentment, and as they walked off, they both knew that the day had taken a dramatic turn.
