The President's Daughter (Major Editing)

Chapter 23 - Grandparents

Aiah's POV:

She was driving, and I had been pestering her for almost 30 minutes about where we were headed. No matter how much I begged, she refused to spill the beans.

Mikha: “What the heck, Aiah?! Wag ka makulit! Baka matamaan wounds and bruises mo!” She said, trying to sound serious but with a hint of playfulness in her voice.

“Where are we going nga kasi!? Kahit place lang sabihin mo, please!” I pleaded, giving her my best puppy eyes, hoping to melt her resolve.

Mikha glanced at me, her expression a mix of amusement and frustration. I could see her trying to suppress a smile while shaking her head. It was infuriatingly cute how she managed to keep her composure despite my antics. No one can resist me mwehehehe.

Mikha: “Arghhh. Lumayo ka nga sa akin! We’re going to Baguio!” She let out an exasperated sigh, the surprise in her voice made my heart race.

“Really?! First time ko dun!” I exclaimed, practically bouncing in my seat. “Can we pick some strawberries there? I want to give my parents strawberries from Baguio!” I added eagerly, thinking about the delicious, sweet fruit. “Bayaran nalang kita pag-uwi ko, hehe!” I said with a shy grin, hoping to sweeten the deal.

Mikha: “Arghhh, oo na! So daldal.” she replied, she rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated, but I could see the hint of a smile on her lips. “It's my treat.”

“Luh, pwede ba 'yun? Desisyon ka, beh.” I teased, nudging her lightly with my elbow. She kept her eyes on the road, but I could tell I had piqued her interest.

Mikha: “It's on me since you toured me around the campus during my first day, and also when I had an episode at the locker room.” she said flatly, her tone devoid of any emotion.

“But mas—” I began, but she suddenly turned to face me, cutting me off.

Red light.

Mikha: “Can you please let me win? Just this time.” She said, her voice softening as she looked at me with her best puppy eyes. I felt my resolve melting away under her gaze, and I couldn't help but nod in agreement.

“Fine, fine! You win!” I said with a dramatic sigh, holding my hands up in surrender.

After a couple of minutes of playful banter, we pulled into the McDonald's drive-thru. Mikha ordered our food, her focus shifting to the menu as she decided on what to get. I watched her, feeling a warm sense of contentment. This spontaneous trip to Baguio was shaping up to be something special, and I couldn't wait to share it with her.

It's currently 11:30 am.

After we got all the food, Mikha drove again, the scent of fried chicken wafting through the car. I felt a rush of gratitude toward her; she had paid for everything, and I wanted to find a way to return her kindness, even in a small way.

“Say ahhh.” I said playfully, holding a piece of chicken up to her mouth. She looked at me, a hint of doubt crossing her face, but I could tell she was hungry and couldn’t resist for long.

Kasi kung 'di niya kakainin, sisikmuraan ko talaga siya😊.

"Ahhh." I command her to eat her 3rd bite but...

Mikha: "I'm already full." She murmured. Jusq, ang tigas ng ulo. Nagmumukha na akong yaya dito.

"Isa!" Threatening her as if I'm in control of everything.