my name is mark i was your friend at school i like you but i don't want to say it i'm afraid to ruin our friendship until one day

yesterday

Mark's mother: "Son, you will be matched, okay?"

mark : "but mom I like some gril,i have a crush to someone"

his mother kept pushing until tomorrow when the match was arranged I could only surrender

mark's mother: let's get ready soon the girl will come to the house