"Excuse me, sir. But, are you looking at me?"
I ask the man in black hoodie but he just pass by me and get the milk at my back, he didn't even bother to look at me.
But, I saw his eye... That eye... That brown eye that can tear you into pieces just by looking at you.
Lhayla also have brown eye but not like this one. I was somehow scared.
After he getting the milk, he turn around and go to the counter.
"Aisha, where's the milk?"
"Oh my Gosh... Dad!"
"Why? What happened? Why are you startled like that?"
I was busy looking at the mans back and didn't notice dad, so I was startled.
"Nothing... Here's the fresh milk."
I put the milk in the push cart and pick some stuff and while dad is in the counter I keep thinking about the man in hoodie.
C'mon Aisha, its just an incident. Why do I keep thinking about it.
"Aisha, let's go."
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I waked up early in the morning to prepare for school. I was never been excited as before when going to school. Maybe because, I have friend.
"Good morning dad."
Dad is always wake up early in the morning to prepare my breakfast.
"Good morning, darling. I can see that your good mood today. Did you sleep well?"
"Yap! I'm good mood plus excited to school."
Dad used to woke me up every morning cause I don't really like going to school. Aside from school is boring since I don't even have a friend.
They think I'm not ordinary, as if I'm abnormal because of my look. Going to a place where all people have a dark skin... of course I'm different, I have a white skin. Going to a Asia... of course I'm different, they have an small eye.
Going to different places makes me different. And I hate it. I hate being called monster eye. I am beautiful! Can't they figure it? In Egypt? they also have a green eyes there.
I always ask dad if my mom is Egyptian, he only answer me, "Your mom is very beautiful and you have her eyes." and that's it. Far away answer from my question. Its just a yes or no.
I don't know anything from my mom, I respect dad for not telling me about her, but, sometimes I can't control my anger. All my classmates have a mother and I envy them for having one.
Dad is a writer. A novelist writer. He do his best just to raise me. And I love my dad. He's my dad but mom as well.
"Dad I'm done eating. I have to go to school now."
"Wait for me, I just change my cloth."
"Dad, you don't have to send me. I'm college now. You can pick me up but not sent me. Can we make it a deal?"
"When did you plan going to school alone Aisha?"
"Please dad... Can't I do that?"
"No."
Aisha is quite paranoid seeing the boy in black hoodie even though she only saw him twice. She keeps on thinking about it. But the question is... Who is this guy? Is it really an accident? Or he's following Aisha...