Marra is busy cleaning up the empty tables after all the fish have been sold out today. Whoever has to do it for convenience, the tiredness is relieved as the fish sells well, and she receives her fair share.

Meanwhile, the market's protective roofs make a relentless pounding sound, which always happens when it rains. The afternoon looks even more somber because of the rain.

The crowds are still visible at every corner, as some vendors have yet to close their stalls. Competition is no longer an unfamiliar situation, depending on how each vendor can gain customers' trust.

Marra was almost done. She had put all her money in the...