Let It Rain | Otara | Book3 | wlw

Chapter 1 "Holidays"

I was ready to cook, but I noticed something was missing in my grocery item. I check on my several collections of my herbs stored in a designated jar, wishing if there are bits to salvage for just a few pieces, but unfortunately it's empty—tiny crumbs that are only left.

Pouted out of frustration, thinking I'm going to drive a few hours, going back in town within rush hour to complete my ingredients and what is needed. It's a holiday, and wanting to create something special, I cannot afford to miss this double celebration since it is also our anniversary with my wife and these holiday rushes.

voice message:

"Uh, babe, sorry I might get home late. I forgot a few things and some ingredients. In case you're wondering when you got home, I'm fine. Don't worry, and Skits the fur lady is done with her food; no more extra for her; she's on diet for now. She will be picked up by Sarah at seven o'clock, in case I come home. late. I love you. See you later, bye!"

Tara is listening to the voice message of her wife while she's getting ready to go home with a smirk on her lips. Thinking, why does she always do that to make a voice message? What is that for? as she always finds her weird and cute in many different ways as she tries to understand her wife Jaime.

Seeing the traffic lights turn all red and the road shifts into a long-lane parking space. Tapping her fingers on the wheels, Tara notices a woman beside the road sitting on the bench. She then recognizes her wife talking with a woman; studying their body language, it seems they both know each other. Tara was confused; all of the relatives and friends of her wife Jaime she met as she introduced them and met on their wedding day except for this lady she's talking to.

Looking at the signals as cars honking, it went green, and a few seconds later it shifts into red again. Still, her eyes didn't leave the woman, whom she recognized as her wife. She tried to look for spaces nearby and pulled the car into the empty spaces disguised as a customer in a store, deciding to get some orders and park the vehicle.

Placing the coffee in its handler and stepping outside the car, heading in their direction, where her heart starts to pump more than it normally does. A little bit nervous; she hasn't seen the woman before, and it's a little strange for her.

"Ahem, excuse me?" she said, clearing her throat. They both turn their heads on her.

"Oh hi...how did you?" she stutters, looking back and forth; she instantly knows and freezes.

"Oh, sorry, this is my cousin Yansen," Jaime simply introduced.

"Yansen, this is my wife, Tara," Jaime added, looking at each other and shaking her hand. Tara finds it a bit strange, and her nerves start to feel a little burning sensation. She immediately brushes it off by looking above; it seems rain starts falling.

"My car is right there," Tara, being playful, pointed out.

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Tara was silently driving the whole time, while Jaime and Yansen were talking and giggling the whole time as she watched them catch a few things to themselves. Wondering how close they were as cousins, and she never saw her at their wedding.

"I was in town to meet a couple of my cousins staying at the hotel. I arrived this early morning for Holiday," Yansen said, taking a glimpse in the head mirror.

"Perfect time, then will you stay with us, please? Pretty please?"

Yansen took a glimpse and headed to the driver's seat, where Tara met her eyes on the head mirror again.

"If it's okay with your wife, Jaime," she said awkwardly.

"No, I don't mind; it's good to have people visiting us," Tara said, looking on the road before her wife Jaime let her speak, and they both giggled on the backseat of the car.