The girl walked away, leaving a winsome and impressive pretty smile on our flashing eyes.

"Was your father a strict man?" Harry turned my attention from looking at the girl's ponytails hair.

"Why did you ask?" I raised my eyebrows.

"I just want to know. I heard your mom telling my mom about him. Did he beat you a Iot?"

"It seemed so."

"Oh, that is bad."

I showed him the wound on my ankle. "My dad threw a glass cup at me and I defend my head with my ankle."

"He wants to kill you? What is your offense."

"When I push him away from beating my mom and my mom escaped out."

Harry stared at me for a while without blinking. "This is pure wickedness."

"He was a narcissist," I said.

"A narcissist?"He asked, and we paused as the girl brought us our food. Harry eat first as she smiled at him saying, "enjoy your food. We would always like to see couples like you guys here."

A what? I raised my eyebrow. Harry chuckled as she walked away.

"Are you not hungry anymore. Eat. Or should I order more?"

"It's okay," I said. I had lost my appetite after he mentioned my dad and make me remember all the sufferings I received from him. Although I love him I don’t know why I still love him as my father. It was for our good for him to divorce my mom, and I am glad my mom never accept her children to stay with him.

"What are you thinking again? Eat on time before you faint here."

"I can't faint. I had never faint because of hunger."

"Oh." He gave me an intently look as he chew his food swiftly. "Is it true that your father locked you in the house for three days without giving you food?"

How much does Harry know about me? I watched him staring at me and waiting for an answer. I nodded.

"Oh my god, he was a tyrant man. I hate him."

"But I love him."

He widened his eyes.

"I love him as a dad. I don’t know why." It might be because he was always with me whenever my mom wasn't at home. Maybe because he often takes me to school and brings me back on time. Or maybe he often cooks my delicious and favorite food. But all of the sudden, he changed. He became a monster I never know. A dad I never know.

Harry dig his hand into his pocket and brought out his white handkerchief. That moment, I realized I had been shedding tears. I cleaned my tears with his handkerchief and then he change the topic. "Annie, I want to tell you something, but am afraid to tell you. I am afraid you might not be happy to hear it."

"What was that?" My voice was tensed, but gentle. "You are free to say anything."

"I won't until you eat finished."

"So you want to prank me to eat on time?"

"No. I want to tell you something. It would be better for us to eat on time, but don't rush the food."

I disobeyed him; I rushed the food, drained the coffee cup. He laughed when I drink his wine, too.

"I order a coffee for you, and a wine for myself."

"I don't care, since I don't ask you to order that."

"You are the one that keeps quiet."

"I'm thinking about what to eat before you rushed the stuff. I don't want to eat rice though, but I have no choice."

"You should have told me that before she left."

"So that you can see her charming smile again?"

He was startled. "What do you mean?"

"I mean what I mean." And I can dare to repeat it. I rolled my eyes.

"When would you stop talking nonsense?"

"Until you stop liking too many girls, and focus on your book."

"It seems you are jealous."

"Why should I be jealous? I'm only telling you the truth from a clear mind, and not from what you think."

"I see."

"Now that I have eaten finished, what do you want to say?"

He shrugged his shoulder and then grinned. "Let me eat finished. Should I order for ice cream? Oh, I forget they don't sell ice cream here. You can buy more coffee or wine. And if you want, I would take you to the ice cream shop. I knew it was your favorite drink."

Oh, how did he know my best drink was ice cream? Does he notice I and Jean often buy it? I need to ask him, I thought. "How did you know I like ice cream?"

"Does that matter? You shouldn't worry at all. I even knew your favorite color and your favorite song." He laughed, then raised a glass of water.

"What's funny?"

"The funny part was the fact that you didn’t know I knew all your favorite until am telling you now."

I blushed. This is a trap, my subconsciousness reminds me not to fall in love. And I am glad my subconsciousness was helping me now.

"Are you staking me around?" I asked him.

"No," he said. "Don't ask, I won't tell you where am getting your information. And about the one that says you are still a...."

"A what?" I raised my eyes, waiting on the cliff of his words.

"I won't tell you, I'm sorry."

"Where the hell are you getting my information?"

"Let me focus on my food. It's a bad habit to be talking while eating."

"Oh."

"Yea."

I watched him eating the chicken slowly. I glanced around, the girl winks at me and I fake a smile then look at Harry again. He was sipping the water now, dropped the glass cup, saying, "I'm satisfied."

"I'm hungry," I said

He looked at me in surprise. "You say?"

"You told me you want to tell me something after we finished eating. I'm hungry for it."

"Oh, I don't want people to hear what I want to say. I would tell you outside."