"Anyways, why did you leave earlier when I said you had a bad grammar?" I ask trying to forget about the kiss, also to break the awkward tension between us.
It was silent for a few moment before he sigh.
"When I was child, my dad usually beats me up when I say wrong grammar. My... mum would always save me from him." He replied and I saw sadness in his eyes.
"Is your mother..." I didn't continue because he nodded in response.
"She died last year in an accident. I miss her so much, everything changed after she was taken from us. I just... want see her one more time." He said sadly and I sigh.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have ask." I said and placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
"It's okay." He whispered then he looked up at me with a smile. "She taught me that if I know what's right,
