Chapter 3 Bright Moon Cake

"Huh?! No sanitary napkins?! I must have forgotten to bring them." Adara cursed herself for being forgetful. That night Adara had her monthly visitor, and she hadn't brought a single item she needed.

"Just call Mama." Adara picked up her cell phone, but decided against it. "Mama must be tired. I can't bear to ask her to bring me pads."

"Should I ask Mr. Dirga instead? But I'm embarrassed to say that. What should I do?" Adara bit the tips of her nails. She paced back and forth, trying to come up with an idea, but again, it led to Dirga.

"Adara, you need to get rid of some of your shyness tonight. It's okay to ask for his help once in a while," Adara muttered to herself.

"Hello, Mr. Dirga." Adara was a little nervous about talking on the phone, but she needed Dirga's help now.

"Yes, what's up?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm on my way home."

"Please buy me some bread, I have my period." Adara said quickly, and she hurriedly hung up the phone. Dirga only caught Adara's voice until the 'bread' part, the rest was not clearly heard because Adara said it quickly. Dirga called Adara back, but there was no answer. Dirga decided to buy what Adara wanted, according to what Dirga had heard.

About thirty minutes later, Dirga arrived home. He handed Adara a white plastic bag. The girl immediately took it and went into the bathroom. Dirga himself was surprised.

"MR. DIRGA! WHY DID YOU BUY ME MOONCAKES?!" Adara shouted in front of the bathroom door. The look in her eyes was angrier than ever.

"You said you wanted moonlight cake. Did I buy the wrong one?" she asked innocently. Dirga wasn't entirely wrong, it was Adara who didn't say it clearly.

"Yes, you bought the wrong one! I asked for sanitary napkins, not mooncakes!"

"Wait a minute, let me buy it for you." Dirga hurried away before Adara's voice could be heard again, deafening his ears.

Dirga stood in front of a shelf containing many brands of sanitary napkins. Dirga was confused about which one to buy. He decided not to contact Adara, fearing that she would feel even worse.

Meanwhile, Adara waited for Dirga for quite a while. Her stomach was already hurting, but Dirga had yet to show up. "It's taking so long! My stomach hurts!" Adara squatted in front of the bathroom door, holding her aching stomach.

"I already bought what you asked for." Adara's eyes widened when she saw the large plastic bag in Dirga's hand. Apparently, Dirga had bought every brand of sanitary napkins in the convenience store.

"Why did you buy this much?! Why didn't you ask me?!" Adara was annoyed to death. In her eyes, Dirga always acted inconsistent with what Adara wanted, even though Dirga had tried to be a good man and understand Adara.

"I thought you needed some time alone, that's why I didn't ask you first." Dirga said. Adara was clearly getting angry. Adara wanted to tear Dirga's face to shreds, but the pain in her stomach was more dominant now.

"Yes, I need some time alone! Now, you get out of my sight!" Adara ordered, and Dirga complied. He suspected Adara would be more angry when she was on her period.

"Patience, Dirga, patience." Dirga called it a mantra. After marrying Adara, he would probably always say that mantra.

Dirga looked into the bathroom several times, the door was still closed even though it had been more than thirty minutes. Dirga began to worry about Adara's condition. Dirga moved back and forth to get closer, unprepared for Adara's angry outburst.

But he was worried about Adara. Whatever happened, Adara was a woman he would take care of, even though Dirga knew they didn't love each other.

"Adara, are you still inside?" Dirga knocked on the door and called Adara several times, but Adara didn't answer him. Dirga began to worry.

"You're so noisy!" Adara shouted, which relieved Dirga a little. However, he still didn't calm down until he saw Adara with his own eyes.

"Why don't you come out of the bathroom?"

"Because you're noisy! My stomach hurts so much!"

"Open the door now, Adara!" Dirga pleaded.

"No!"

"Open the door, or do I break it down?"

"You don't need to interfere! I can do it myself!" Adara's voice was heard sobbing. Dirga's emotions became frantic.

"Adara, stay away from the door. Let me break it down if you don't want to open the door." Dirga slammed his body against the bathroom door. With his burly body, the door opened with a single push.

"Come, sit on the sofa. It's cold in here." Dirga pulled Adara's hand. The woman who had insisted on remaining silent finally gave in to Dirga.

"Here, put it on your stomach. I'll make you some hot tea, so your stomach won't hurt so much." Dirga handed Adara a warm pillow. There was no way Dirga could do it alone, considering Adara herself refused to be touched by Dirga.

"Feeling better already?" Adara nodded. Dirga gave Adara a glass of warm tea. He also did not forget to wipe the cold sweat on Adara's forehead.

"Is this drink safe? You didn't poison me, did you?" Adara accused again. In Dirga's worried position, Adara couldn't help but be prejudiced against her husband.

"No."

She took a sip of the hot tea that Dirga served her. "I'm going to sleep first." Adara straightened up. She was already feeling better.

"Are you strong enough to walk? Or do you want me to carry you?" she offered.

"You don't need to look for opportunities when I'm sick. You already stole the opportunity for me to stay with you!" Instead of thanking him, Adara swore at Dirga for trying to be nice to her.

Dirga stared at the moonlight cake he had bought all the way from his house. Dirga was willing to go out at night just to buy food that Adara didn't care about. Dirga kept the moonlight cake in the refrigerator, hoping Adara would eat it tomorrow morning.