"Honey, it's pouring out there," Tata complains while brushing off raindrops from the end of his blazer. "If we go out, we'll catch a cold, Honey."
Ottis laughs. "That's where the fun's at. Mom says heavy rain like this won't get you sick."
Tata shakes his head in disbelief.
"Seriously." Ottis looks at his wife convincingly. "Come on, let's go home now. It'll be fun to shower in the rain together."
For some reason, memories of the day they ended up soaked in rain, yet full of joy, repeat without warning in Tata's mind. Maybe because he's standing right in front of the window, where there are now many raindrops.
In the first year of their marriage, Tata felt everything sweet and lucky being married to Ottis. The man's treatment has yet to be forgotten. But it's balanced with his changi
