While I was going through his hard disk to insert our field trip’s pictures, he asked me, “Mus, do you have any movies?” I shook my head. He must want me to put a few movies in his hard disk, so I thought.
“Korean? No, I don’t watch Korean dramas.”
“So, do you watch Running Man then?”
“No, I don’t watch Running Man.”
“Heh? I thoughts girls like to watch Running Man?”
I smirked. “Running Man gave out laughter a lot,” I said.
I don’t like laughing heavily over something like that. It’ll blacken my heart.
“Yeah, there will be a lot of laughter. But, sometimes, that’s a way to release our stress,” he said, seemed trying to argue with my point.
“I guess, it’s okay to watch Running Man, but not too frequent then.” I hold back my inner thought. Does not want to spark any unwanted conversation.
“Yeah, that’s right. Not too frequent.”
He seemed okay with that point.
I am not mere a girl.
I know, girls like me are ways more different than any typical girls out there.
People might see us as a weird creature.
But I don’t mind.
Because, I wasn’t created to please the human, but I was created to please Allah.