That night, Harry opened my door and walked in with a plate of food. Placing it on the sofa, he rubbed his palms and hurried out and then hurried in with a jar and cup of glass. “Get up, this is your food. Drop your novel, come and eat.”

“What did you cook?” I looked at him intently.

“You should see it for yourself.”

“I'm coming. One more chapter to finish. I will check it.”

He sighed. “Check it in my presence.”

Nay. That’s what I don’t want to do. I opened open the next page. “Just this one, I will come to check it.”

“Annie, you want to prank me.”

“Why should I? Just this last chapter.”

He hurried to grabbed the novel, and then put it on my shelf. “You can read it later after you eat my food.”

I opened the cover of the food. Wow. Chicken, boiled eggs, and crayfish are my favorite of all time. How did he know this? I disguised not to let him know my happy reaction. And then close the plate back.

“Annie, what happened? Why did you close it back.”

“I don't like this kind of food.”

“But your mom told me it was your favorite.”

It works. He’s getting my information from my mother. This is shit. Crap. Why did she tell him?

“Did you ask her?”

He nodded.

“See. That was back then, but now it wasn't my thing.”

“You hate it now I brought it to you.”His voice carries poignant emotion born from a pregnant of sadness.

“Oh, no, I have stopped liking this kind of food since last month.”

“Just manage it like that, Annie.” He wore a worried countenance on his face now.

“Okay, okay, bring me back my novel. I will eat it later.”

“I won’t allow you to read until you eat it.”

“What if I say you should take it back to your room?” I raised my voice.

He sighed. He brings back my novel. “Just promise me you will eat it.”

“Okay, I will eat it, but not now.”

“When?” He asked.

“Anytime.”

“After ten minutes?”

“No. After I read this novel finished.”

“Annie, aren’t you hungry again?”

“Why should you care about me?”

“Because...” He swallows the rest words. Through his face I know what he wants to say, he wants to say because he loves me. And I don't care to care about why I don’t care. His voice returned. “Just make sure you eat it.”

“Sure,” I said, watching him walked to the door, and then he looked back. “Sweet dreams.”

I closed the door behind him. I hurried down, locked the door, and go back to the sofa. The food smells nice. Oh yeah, I can’t accept his love, but I can accept his food. The crayfish adored my lips with sweetness, it tastes exactly as my mom often cooks it.

My mom might have taught him, or he watches her cook it. I don’t know, and now, here eating the food, I don't want to know. The knock came again. I quickly drink a cup of water.

“What?” I raised my voice. “Who’s there?”

“Annie, please open the door,” Harry said.

“Why should I?”

“Nothing, I just want to stay with you for a while.”

“I’m busy here. Did you want to carry your food?”

He stammered. “No, I just...” He paused. “Okay, okay, just make sure you eat on time. But Annie, I want to wish you sweet dreams I failed to do back then.”

“It’s fine. You can say it from there.”

“No, I want to say it to you, face to face. You might be angry for not responding to me when you wish me.”

I don’t even notice that. “It's nothing, Harry. I’m not angry.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just go, go, go sleep.”

“Will you eat that food?”

“Sure.”

“Really?” Again?

“Just go, go, go, stop disturbing me.” I'm enjoying this food. “You are disturbing me, Harry.”

“I'm sorry,” he said and then left.

I pick more crayfish now. Harry was super talented in cooking it, my subconsciousness said. I would be eating this every day if I accept him, I replied to my subconsciousness. I laughed at myself, for I had a bad habit of talking with myself.

Enjoy the food, but don't fall in love, I can't handle heartbreak again. The thoughts flow to me as if from someone else.

My phone was ringing. It was Jeans.

I drank more water. “Hello.”

“Annie, are you sleeping?”

“No.” I'm eating. Harry cooks it.

“I want to beg for pissing you off.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don't answer me when I told you bye. Or don't you want me to come to your house tomorrow?”

I sighed and took another crayfish. “You can come.”

“But,-“

I don’t cut in. “But don’t force me into talks I don’t want to hear.” I don't want Harry to destroy our relationship. I wished she heard my last silent thoughts.

“Annie, we would talk tomorrow, bye sweet dreams.”

I sighed when I realized she was waiting for me to reply. I don't want to do that. This is something I must be against. Don't come to my house again, if you know you will still talk about that crap. “Sweet dreams, Jean.” I finally managed.

“Thank you,” she said and hangs up.

I drink a cup of water, staring at the food now. Jean had spoiled my mood; I grabbed my novel and entered a world different from my own. It was where all my past shattered away with the pain and its tears. I keep flipping more pages, again and again. Fearing to drop the novel, for I might find myself in the past again. Not long after, the night charmed my eyes and drew me into sleep and island dreams. And I saw my past waiting for me in my dreams.

“Annie…”

The voice stung me from my bed, and Kite, my cat jumped down from the sofa. Kite had eaten half of my food. She had been under the bed since yesterday morning. I glanced around. Everything was silent and serene. No one called me. Or did someone call me? Is it from my dream? I don't hesitate to lay down when I realized it might a voice from my dream.

“Annie…”

I jumped from the bed and Kite jumped from the sofa once more, but this time, the plates of fish and rice poured down. The soup sprinkled on the floor. Oh gosh.

“Annie.”

I raised my eyebrows because the voice was familiar.

“Annie, haven't you woken up?”

I climbed down the bed, hurried to the door saying, ”Jean, are you the one?”

“Oh, she has wakened.”

“Jean?”

“Yes, I’m the one. Open the door.”

I looked at the wall; the clock was ticking eight fifty-six. Opening the door, I moved aside for her to walk in. She dresses as if she was going to a nightclub. Her clothes revealed her smooth big thighs.

“Good morning,” she hugged me and carries Kite, talking to her. “You have eaten this morning, have you drunk water? Would you drink water? She carries the jar on the sofa and poured it into the glass cup.

“You came early this morning,” I said.

“Harry picked me up at our house at seven-thirty.”

I raised my eyebrows, stared at the clock on the wall again. Eight fifty-seven.

“I called your number, you didn't pick it," she said.

Oh my god, I check my phone. It was true. “Your parents didn't know to complain when Harry came?”

“They had gone to church, so I called Harry to come to help me with his car.”

“You have his number?”

“Yes, he gave me yesterday. And he sent me friend requests to me on Facebook. He told me everything that happened between you and him last night.” She looked at the food on the sofa, and I believed all she said. “You gave it to your cat?” she asked.

“No. I ate half because I can’t eat much last night.”

The knob of the door was turned and Harry walked in a white tray. Two cups of tea were on it. “Morning girls,” he said and stared at the sofa and then to the floor.