I hate my self, i hate that i have bright hazel eyes, i hate my beautiful thick brown hair, i hate my pinkies skin. I hate that i looked beautiful. I watch my reflection on the mirror. I examine all of my face, such a beauty with a sad eyes. My eyes are red and swollen. My hair are long forgotten. I raise my had and touch the cold mirror in front of me. I hate that i looked so vulnerable.

I tried to brush my hair, my long brown hair are tangled. I put down the brush, it is helpless, i need to use my hand for untangled this.

"Alana, could you come quick, we really had to get going?" my aunt called me

"Yes, in a minute." i quicky untangled my hair, it's hurts but I'll manage.

As usual, i have to help her to bring all her stuff to makes food stall in the street near by, she makes a delicious beef soup that everyone i know adores.

"Quickly grab that black bag and don't forget to lock the door when you get out, hurry!" she already bring a lot of stuff in her hands. I'll do exactly as she told me and walk with her in a hurries.

"Did you remember to lock the gate also?" she asked.

"Yes auntie." i reply.

"Good i don't want any stray cat wondering around in our house, they like to poop wherever they likes." she said again.

The night market is already started even when the sun still up. Every merchant start to unlock their stalls. They tried their best to make everything looks nice and alure everyone who passing by to visit their stalls.

"Good soup for cold nights is the best, come and taste our beef soup!" i start to yell with all my heart when our stall is ready to receive visitor.

"Good soup!" i try to yell again but suddenly i see something again.

He runs through me and hit me hard to the concrete. What a vision. I usually had this vision in my dream, but tonight the vision is so vivid, i even still remember his face, i usually never remembered faces.

"Alana, don't stop!" my Aunt yells from inside of our stall. I shake my head and tried to concentrate again.

"Good soup, for broken soul, get your soup and we can mended your broken heart." What the hell i yelling about?

"Alana, get real!" she screams and find her self near me.

"Seriously, what's a matter with you?" she gritted her teeth. But suddenly someone comes over and entering our stall. Its him, the one i just saw in my vision.

"One good soup for broken soul please." he said in rough voice. My Aunt sees me in a flash and smiles happily to the customer.

"Yes, nothing better than a good soup to cures a broken heart." she said regretfully join my word.

"Do you want rice with it, son?" my aunt asked, he shakes his head, declines. He just comes for the soup.

I gave him a glass of water, and he smiles thankfully at me. Something in his smile makes me wonder. He is the one i see, but not today, he wears the wrong shirt. But he is sure a handsome man.

"Alana, go on continue what you are doing?" my aunt scolded me, so i go out of our tent and yell some more.

"Good soup, good soup for cold day is the best, come and taste the best soup in the town." i start to scream so my voice is listened by the pedestrian. The handsome man finish the soup and smiles at me.

"Thanks, it was sure a good soup, but i don't think it can mended my heart." he said with sad smiles.

"Till we meet again." he said again and waves.

"Thank you, you should come back again tomorrow, and we will tried to mend it okay!" i yell at him, he just continues walking and waves again with his hand.

"What a strange guy." my aunt said suddenly standing next to me.

"Why?" i asked in curiousity.

"He paid a full set dinner, but only ate the soup." said my aunt as she sees his back slowly gone.

"Anyway, keep yelling, the soup won't finish by themselves." she said again entering our tent.

Hmm, pays for full set, but only eats the soup, its strange for sure. Alana still hopes to see his back, but he is long gone.

They finish selling the last soup around midnight. Today, the sells are good, my aunt smiles ear to ear, it's been a while that we sold all of our food without any leftover. We closed out stall carefully and walk to our home happily.

"Good sells today, oh i wish we can have a great sells like today, everyday." said my aunt with a smile.

"Yes what a good day it is, it's not a waste that i had to yell untill i sore my throat!" i said agreed to what he said.

"Sore throat can be cured with ginger tea, I'll made it for you when we got back at home." she said smiling, i hugged her fast.

"You are the best!" i yelled, she laugh but put her finger in her lips.

"It's midnight, remember!" she hisses me.

"Ah, even if this is midnight but sure its feels like only afternoon, the streets still full of people, light shines brightly everywhere. Our town never sleeps." i said, inhaling all the scent of the town. It's not a good scent, garbage and leftovers are stinks, but this is my hometown, where i grow up.

"Alana, did you really locks our gate?" suddenly my aunt asked.

"Yes I'm sure!" i replied quickly.

We are standing in front of our home, and our gate is widely open. I was sure i locked it because i stuck my fingers in the lock, its still hurts 'till now.

"So why is widely open now?" my aunt asked angrily.

"I dunno, i was sure it's locked, i stuck my fingers, look it's still reddish!" i said, and give her a good look of my fingers, but she already entered our yard.

"Alana, because you forget to lock the gate, the cat poop here, so this is your responsibility!" she said, opening the door with her keys and slams it in front of my face.