Walls of Fire

6: Dark Chocolates

I deposited the plates at the sink quickly and swivelled around instantly.

There was something extraordinary about him, actually very strange. His cheeks were kissed a shade of ruby red. Not only his cheeks, but gradually his whole face and ears were changing into burning flames. He was struggling with the decision of where to look at - my face or down below at the plate of food. Ultimately after devoting an ample amount of time in holding back himself, James said meekly, "Aren't you forgetting about your menstrual dates?"

I scrutinized my butt filling the tight white jeggings and as soon as my hand landed up to the wet spot on my white bottoms, embarassment gushed down every cell of my body. I discovered that I was brutally leaking and being too much awared of my self-consciousness, I turned my back immediately only to make matters worse. My mind wanted to scream.
How could I be so careless!! I should had noticed my pre-menstrual symptoms like headaches, fatigue and swollen breasts. It was obvious my menstruatal dates were approaching. I should had been prepared accordingly but considering the fact that my mental health was devastated, I couldn't be blamed either.

"Oh no Amy! Don't be mortified. It's quite a natural part of the human life cycle and I deal with these kinds of things on a daily basis."

I was rendered speechless; I couldn't form the right words.

"I will buy tampons for you once I finish my lunch incase you don't have a box."

"Thanks. I would highly appreciate the help." I answered him shyly and spinned back. Keeping my gaze fixed at the ground, I slightly part my lips to speak, "You can deduct it from my salary. I don't have any money left in my purse to pay you."

As soon as my response hit his ears, a change overtook. The muscle at the corner of his right eye twitched involuntarily, his mouth formed a rigid grimace and he thundered, "I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOUR OPINION."

"Did I say something wrong"? I shifted my weight from one foot to another as I speak apprehensively.

"I'm not so cruel to charge you for this." The way his lips was lifted upward and his dimples crinkled as he spoke was so beautiful. The warm glow of his happiness relaxed my nerves. His smile was a ray of sunshine, and I was getting a major sunburn.

"I can afford to buy tampons for my woman."

The words 'my woman' amused me unknowingly and didn't miss the chance to make me smile.

Soon he resumed eating his food.

As promised, he had bought me two packets of tampons and refused to accept any sort of payment for it. He didn't allow me to work anymore and suggested it would be wise enough for me to rest for the entire length of the day. He took the responsibility of preparing the dinner once again and attempted to make the evening wonderful.

After dinner when I was sitting on the bed with my legs crossed and my eyes fixed at my phone screen, his sudden voice caught me off guard and made my heart flutter.

"How are you?" He leaned against the dark brown coloured wooden door with a smirk across his lips.

He had developed this habit of startling me. Perhaps, he used to enjoy ogling at my astonished face.

"Why are you asking?" I raised up my brow and placed down my phone.

"I was worried about the cramps." He ran his hand through his jet black hair and then locked his eyes with mine. He remarks in a serious tone, "I heard they are pretty bad."

"I am nearly habituated but you're correct; for some women the cramps can cause tremendous pain that it might put a halt to their daily work life. Especially, we women, have a special hatred in our hearts for the second day of our menstruation."