I gulped at his reaction, now nervous. If he's asking that..that means I really did something. I mumbled a curse. "Can you tell me what happened?"

He shook his head. "No. Try to remember it." As he said that, he was looking at my motorbike that was parked in front of the shop beside his black SUV car.

"It seems like it's that old now.." He commented.

I was a bit offended but I just replied, "It's from my dad. He taught me how to ride it,” remembering about the past. Gosh, I really miss dad...

He nodded and looked at me. "Where're the keys?"

"Here," I said, showing him...