Seeing Aya receiving a peck from a man irritated her, though it does not entitle her to be. Witnessing it bears like multiple knives embedded deep within her heart. The pain seizes stronger than her sore wrist.
The ramen that once her favourite comfort food turned tasteless. The chirping feeling a while ago became sour. She was about to leave the dining room when Aya caught her.
Where do you think you are going? Aya stood in front of her.
I am tired, I would like to hit my bed and rest. Mikhs explained, avoiding Aya's questioning expression.
Mikhs, you have not eaten since lunch. Please try a bit of the soup, so you can take your medicine for pain and then you can lie down. Aya requested and aided her to go back to her sit. She scoops some ramen for Mikhs and placed in front of her.
Mikha was following her actions and Aya feels conscious about it.
Hmmmm.... Tell me, what favour are you working to call for me after this. Mikha with a poker face?
You know me so well. But no, I will not ask you anything. I just would like you to be comfortable as much as possible. Come on, dig in before the soup turns cold. Aya stated.
Mikha did what she asks to do. She continued eating the ramen, but the intimate incident of her best friend to her boyfriend keeps on playing in her head. She scoops some more spoonful and excuses herself to go to her room. Aya let her be, thinking she might have a lot of discomfort at the moment. She will just wash their dishes and follow Mikha to help her take settled.
Mikha struggles to do her evening routine but refuses to call her best friend for support. She sat on her bed after and watched a film before she goes to sleep. Then, she heard a knock from her door with the soft voice asking permission to get in. A lamp and LED TV are the only source of light covering the room.
It is open. Mikha replied.
You forgot your pain medicine. Aya was holding a glass of water and place it on top of her drawer.
How do you feel now? Aya added, sounding concerned.
Sore but I am OK. Mikhs responded.
Aya lifted her cover and went inside her comforter, sat next to her. "Can I watch the film as well with you?" Staring at Mikhs. "Lift your arm, Mikhs." She suggested and placed a pillow underneath to elevate the affected arm.
Mikha is peering at her roommate, an inch away from her face. An erratic pulsation of her heart happens again. Aya caught her watching. Are you ok Mikhs?
The two best friend sharing gazes for a while. Mikha can feel a jolted sensation running through her veins. The intensified emotions require breaking.
Yeah, I just need to take a medicine proving reaching it, but Aya was fast to hand it over with a glass of water.
Thank you! A silent space subdued the room after. "I guess I have to run the movie from the very beginning." Mikhs struggling to ease the sudden awkwardness. Aya just nodded and sat comfortably beside her.
The movie playing again. They are watching "The Best of Me". A story of two once-couple beckoned by the lawyer of a departed friend. Both given a power of attorney to settle his funeral and split his property between the two ex-couple, close to the departed. While the film is playing, Mikhs can sense along her peripheral view the constant glances of Aya.
Hey, are you all, right? If you are sleepy, you can go back to your room. Mikhs suggested.
No, I am not sleepy. It's just...... Aya pauses and started biting her nail.
Huh? What is it? You are getting me worried, spill. Mikhs said in a serious tone while looking at her.
Are we ok Mikhs? Aya asked, struggling to read Mikhs.
Are we not? Mikhs responded, frowning. She knew Aya notices her being remote lately.
Oh, come on, here we go again, answering me with another question. Aya sounds irritated.
Because I don't know what you are referring to. Mikhs trying to tease Aya to cut the seriousness of their conversation.
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FanfictionA story of two people beautifully discovered a true meaning of friendship. A Chinese proverb says they are always an invisible thread connecting to those who will meet, whatever the circumstances may be. They will be tangled, stretch, but will never...