7:18 am
Another typical day at Jins' House.
"Turn off the toaster in sixty seconds."
Or perhaps not.
"What? Why? I just put the darn toast in!"
The toaster started whirring like a washing machine stuck in a rotation; sparks began to fly in the air, and a burnt smell filled up the house.
"Shit! Shit! Shit! The toaster's on fire!"
"I told you so."
I'm Jin Ezekial, 24 years old. Until graduation, life seemed beautiful. It still is, but maybe it's time I get a transplant for my eyes.
"Don't touch the knife. You'll hurt yourself—"
"Ow!"
"You're such a child."
"Why are you telling me what not to do?"
"Because I'm trying to protect you."
"From what?"
"From yourself."
Mythia Ezekial, my wife. She's perfection.
P.S
She didn't take my last name but the first. There's a reason for that but later. Moving on!
She's beautiful with big, brown eyes, always wearing her hair short because she thinks longer hair is too much hassle. She is health conscious, mentally prepared, politically informed, spirituality opinionated...She's perfect. Too perfect, actually.
"How do you always know I'm going to mess up?" Jin asked, holding his bleeding fingertip and looking at his wife.
"I'm your wife. I know everything." She replied, wrapping the bandage around his fingertip and holding it, his shoulders tensing up as the distance between them faded.
Jin Ezekiel, even after four years of marriage, couldn't handle the romantic edge his wife had. It was too sharp for his tired, nervous, unemployed mind.
"Honey... the breakfast...?" He asked, swallowing nervously as she leaned closer.
Mythia thought her husband was cute when he was shy. To the rest of the world, he was obnoxious and uptight, but to her, he always looked like an abused puppy at the shelter.
She didn't marry him because she pitied him, of course. She liked the kind that was shy and pure, easy to embarrass, and quick to get worked up.
"Oh, yes. You haven't changed yet. Go on, I'll take the sheets in." She replied, letting go of his bandaged finger and gracefully left the room with silence and Jin.
'Seriously, Jin? You're shy? What are you, 16?' He started reprimanding himself mentally while watching his wife make her way down th narrow hallway between kitchen and their bedroom towards the balcony. They had a yard but not a fence so the clothes were always flying into the neighbor's yards. His clothes.
"Is that you, Mythie dear?" Mrs. Shay, their neighbor exclaimed as soon as she saw Mythia appear on the balcony.
Having moved into this colony before the internet did, she was as old as an antique and shook like a saucer as she walked, Jin said. Often, he felt like watching over her as she crossed the town square in case the wind blew her away.
"Good morning, Mrs. Shay. Looking beautiful as usual." Mythia replied, pulling the sheets off the railing. The old lady was easy to flatter and let out a soft chuckle while spreading the sheets on the railing.
"Oh, shush. You and your husband have a big mouth, don't ya?"
She noticed what the young lady was doing and looked at her sheets skeptically before looking up at the sky. The temperature was scorching, the sun was bright, and the wind was dry.
Mr. Jin's wife did the strangest things. The whole town had suspicions that she worked at a weather forecast because she always knew when it was going to rain.
Jin popped out on the street, catching both his wife and his neighbor's attention.
"Where are you going, Jin? Breakfast?"
"Sorry, honey. I'm running late!"
"Wait!" Mythia called out to him before turning on her heels. Though she turned back once again and looked at her neighbor, smiling sweetly at her.
"It's going to rain, Miss Shay."
She rushed all the way downstairs and picked a toast and an umbrella before finding her husband. She ran like she was going to miss a flight and smiled even more when she saw his face. Dumbfounded.
Jin also looked at the sky, squinting his eyes as the sun glared at him before laughing wryly.
"Umbrella? Are you afraid your husband's flawless skin is going to tan, mi cheri?"
She rolled her eyes and shoved the toast in his mouth and the umbrella in his hands before kissing his cheek. Mr. Jin's wife loved him regardless of his bipolar pendulum of self-esteem and lame sense of humor.
"It's going to rain."
By the afternoon, the news spread like a plague that Mr. Jin's wife had predicted rain, so everyone started fixing their leaking rooftops and brought back the pets and kids they'd forgotten at the town square.
"Nothing so far. Not a cloud," the old man Allard said, the owner of the pawnshop and a retired soldier. He had a beef with Jin because his daughter was crushing on him, despite the fact that he was a married man.
"Wanna bet? Mr. Jin's wife has never been wrong about rains in four years," one of the college students spoke, who were supposed to be in college but never were.
Because the college in the town wasn't functioning well. The teachers were often working two jobs and sleeping in the class; the reversal of roles was funny. Mr. Jin had graduated from that fine college. But the reason he was working hard to find a way to work hard was due to the support of his wife and the peer pressure that despite such a beautiful and loving wife, how could he even sleep at night not having a stable job?
Mythia Ezekiel wasn't like other women, Jin thought. She was an old soul, satisfied with her little library in the living room by the window, a cup of tea and quiet mornings. A husband to love, simple hobbies like gardening and cooking, and a home.
Which made her all the more mysterious to the rest of the world.
"WHAT THE HELL?! WHERE IS THIS RAIN COMING FROM?!"
Thunder blared, clouds painted the sky, a dark and gloomy atmosphere shrouded everything. The whole town was in a panic not because they did not fix their leaking roofs or didn't bring back the pets or kids they'd forgotten outside but because Mythia Ezekiel was right. ONCE AGAIN.
"Ah... what's the channel she's watching? What kind of next-gen meteorological device do they have to bring rain on COMMAND, huh?" Jin asked, in front of the bookstore and glaring at the sky as if it had wronged him.
However, he wasn't frustrated that his wife had made a prophecy again. Or a close to home guess, but because he didn't take her warning seriously and gave away his umbrella to an old lady. He didn't have regrets for being kind!
"How the hell am I going home? This is the only suit I have..." He sulked, head down and staring at his shoes.
"I told you."
His head shot up, his dark eyes meeting the brown ones as they were clouded by the monochrome of the atmosphere.
"It is going to rain," Mythia said, standing in front of him with an umbrella.
Standing there, staring at her face under the heavy rain, Jin wondered why this woman chose him when she could have had everything in the world. Her rain guesses were right, then her lotto guesses would be too. Her marriage guesses would have been too... so why did she choose him despite predicting the life she'd have?
"Something's seriously wrong with you, Mrs. Jin."
"Eh?"
TO BE CONTINUED...