Your husband and you had a big fight because of one thing "martabak"

Garrick said "That's bright moon!"

"Nah! that's sweet martabak!" Your blood is boiling

"Bright moon!"

"Sweet martabak!"

After several hours of you fighting, you finally fell asleep. In the middle of the night your husband woke up because he was cold and pulled the blanket, he poked you, but you didn't want to wake up. He sighed and pulled your face to his and pecked your lips, he looked at your face