My Mysterious Boy (My Mysterious Man)

Weirdo

A farewell to the ninth grade will take place. All the students from the ninth grade were very enthusiastic for the day. I was still in class looking at my classmates who started dressing up. Today they look different, the clothes they wear are different. They deliberately designed their uniforms like South Korean school uniforms for some reason.

I admit they are beautiful when wearing them. After all, they have a lot of money to do as they please. I saw that the class president was sitting near the prettiest girl in the class, even he was tidying up the girl's slightly messy hair. I'm jealous and sad too. I got out of my seat and walked out quickly afraid my feelings were getting worse.

I ran as fast as I could towards that unused art room. Sit between neatly arranged piles of cardboard. I even slept there from when.

"Wake up, hey you have to wake up the show's about to start" said someone waking me up. I opened my eyes and tried to ignore him.

"I know you heard me" he said again in a loud enough tone.

I was annoyed and annoyed at once. I quickly got up after noticing that someone was taking me for a bicaara. This is the first time anyone has been like him. I opened my eyes. Did I see wrong. Who he is and why he is here.

He's the most beautiful man I've ever met. Her hair was straight and black and neatly combed. His skin was white, tall, and he also had a charming smile. Did I see it wrong, or was it a dream? I pinched my arm, I felt pain. This is not a dream in broad daylight.

"Hey, you need to wake up and wake up right now" he said.

I got up and was leaving. He stopped me by grabbing one of my hands. When he pulled my hand I thought something was wrong. He must be crazy to be friends with someone like me.

"This is the real you, go" he said with a smile.

"You are beautiful and also charming, matching your name Qaireen" he added.

I was surprised he even knew my name. How a handsome man knows my name. I turned and looked at him doubtfully.

"Who are you" I said softly and almost inaudibly.

"I'm Adnan, I pay attention to you a lot" he said honestly.

"I? you often what" asked me again for not believing.

"Go, I'll take care of the rest" he said again making me even more confused.

I ran to class quickly, until my hair slipped out of its bindings. I held my breath when I was about to enter my class. Even sweat has flooded my temples. I wonder everyone looks at me without blinking.

"Who are you" said one of my classmates.

Whatisthis? Is he trying to bully me. God please don't let anything happen to me, I hope God will help me. He walked over to me making my heart beat with fear.

"Why are you here, who are you. Did you go wrong in class" asked again.

I was afraid of getting bullied, so I finally decided to leave him and sit in my chair.

"You Iren, are you Iren" he asked like a fool.

"What made you change" he said again.

I can't take it anymore, I feel like he's getting too far. I stood up and grabbed my bag and intended to get out of the room.

"Why if I'm Iren" I said, braving myself.

I walked outside the room looking down. I just realized my hair was out. I'm back on my way to the art room, I'm sure I dropped my hair tie there. I opened the door slowly after peeking inside, afraid that the person was still there.

"You're looking for this" he said suddenly as I was busy searching near a pile of cardboard.

"Yes, thank you" I said without looking at his face.

"I think we'll meet here a lot, it's a good start for us" Adnan said with a smile.

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I tied my hair again and went to the farewell party. I sat in just any chair and watched a talent show. I saw my classmates performing subconsciously I was clapping for them. They are indeed the best, beautiful, rich, smart and accompanied by promising talent.

Adnan seemed to be waving his hand towards me from a chair not too far away from me. He even sat down beside me and smiled continuously nonstop.

"I know you like to dance and sing too. I see him in the art room a lot. Even if you cry more" she said as if she knew all about me.

"Qaireen I know all about you" he added again scaring me.

What happened was actually, why did everyone seem strange today. The person in my class and also Adnan who suddenly appeared. I looked at him suspiciously who he was and why he was like that to me. No one would do that to me in this school.

"Who are you" I said fearfully.

"I'm Adnan, I told you" he said lightly.

"I mean what you want and why you approached me" I said again because I was not satisfied with the answer just now.

"I don't think anything, which is obviously because I'm you're lucky enough today" she replied, making no sense.

I walked away from him. It made my day uncomfortable. I took a seat in the school corridor and watched the show comfortably there. He came again and sat beside me again without any guilt. I was reluctant to be with someone like him.

He doesn't stop following me, wherever I go he's always there even if it's not so close. Sometimes he just stared, but sometimes he smiled sweetly. He even waved his hand at me. I was getting scared and clueless and looking for a way to get away from her.

I hid as much as I could and kept doing it. I plan to return to the art room safely. There I was calm, with no one to bother. I have achieved a very amazing work for me. The painting of a beautiful girl, her hair was long and black, her skin was white and her eyes were clear as puppets.

I tried to reach for the beautiful painting until I tiptoed until the man came again. I looked back and saw him again. Adnan. I was surprised by his sudden presence.

"don't avoid me, you'll need me later" he said, unreasonably.

"I don't need you and it's up to me" I replied annoyed and angry at him.

"You will need" he said again as if hoping for more.

"Sway from me"

He finally left the place, but before that he smiled faintly at me. I stared at the departure with a guilty feeling. What's wrong with her? I said in my heart.

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