I nodded and suppressed the smile on my lips. I want to look at him for a long time but I can't, even before I couldn't get to look at him for a long time. His eyes were Drowning and scary. His black pitch eyes were so mysterious.
I also criticized his cooking and nothing changed. Marinated chicken liver, fried rice and ham. it's one of his favorite things to eat every breakfast even though he doesn't remember anything, it's still what he likes.
"It's your favorite to eat." I couldn't stop my mouth.
He stopped eating and looked at me. "Uh-uh." he nodded .
"Michael Angelo also like that." I continue.
"I'll go home with you."
I was surprised by what he said so we stared at each other, "For now. I want to be with you first."
I added, stopping my breath.
"Eat," he com
