1 WHO ARE YOU

My name is Aslan Khan. I can say that my life is perfect. Of course, because everything I want can come true in seconds. But unfortunately, my love story is not like that. I don't know I'm actually trying to be a loyal man. However, some of the women actually irritated me. All my ex-girlfriends cheated on me. They're crazy. How could they cheat? I do not know. Maybe because I was too stupid or I trusted her too much. This is the second time I've had my heart broken. So I decided to drive the car at night. I don't know where to go. Maybe the night breeze can make me more comfortable. My sports car drove leisurely. The scenery outside was just a deserted street and a few shops had closed. But some are still open. When I'm heartbroken, I want to drink something I've never had before. Alcohol? Of course not. I'm not that kind of man. I prefer coffee drinks with different flavor variants then I also have milk with many variants. Now my feet step into the supermarket which is not too big and I open the refrigerator. My hands reach for some drinks I've never had before. Yes. Usually when I'm at home I only drink juice. Because my mom wants me to stay healthy. "You bought a lot of drinks," said the cashier, looking at my groceries on the counter.

"Yes I want to try this drink. Because I've never tried it," I replied kindly. The cashier then immediately packed my groceries. Then I paid for it. When I arrived at the car suddenly there was a girl who was bending over while occasionally looking out the window trembling. a few seconds he then realized I was sitting at the wheel of the car. Our eyes met but only for a few seconds. Then after that he thanked me and just got out of my car. I immediately went outside to try to stop him in his tracks. Because when I look into his eyes. I noticed his eyes were black and bloody. I kept calling him by default. "Hey, you!" I said loudly. But he didn't look up at all. He immediately got on the bus and went a long way. "Unlucky!" I cursed angrily. I was annoyed and worried about what happened to the girl. Because his eyes looked glassy and his body trembled like fear. I'm pretty sure he's being chased by someone. But who? I didn't know that at all. Now I enter the car with guilt. Why didn't I hold his hand earlier so he wouldn't leave. why don't I run fast Ah, I really feel really stupid. On the way home I still think about my meeting with that girl. Even if it's only a few seconds and not even a minute. But I'm really curious about that girl. I think the age of the girl is very far below mine. Maybe around twenty years old. Did he think I would be mean to him? Maybe it's because of my appearance in a suit like this, that he thinks I'm like an uncle. "Who are you really?" I asked myself. Maybe if I could help the girl. I can feel very relieved. At least I gave him a drink or medicine for his wound. Oh, I really am so stupid. Oh my god, that girl's eyes are really beautiful. His hazel eyes held innocence. Ah, I don't know but her eyes are really beautiful. This is the first time I've seen eyes like that.