greatest love

chapter 3:migs intense birthday

Migs' dad organized a grand celebration for her birthday, inviting all her friends, especially Amara. Migs texted everyone, including friends from the farm and her cousins Gabby and Jemmy. The party was lively with all her guests and her dad's colleagues in attendance.

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A few hours before the party, Amara said yes to Migs, officially starting their relationship. As the party began, all of Migs' friends were gathered. Migs asked for everyone's attention and announced that she and Amara were now together. They cheered, urging Migs to kiss Amara. With Meng watching, Migs felt a pang of guilt but continued kissing Amara, caught up in the moment of their newfound love.

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Migs and Amara sat together, enjoying a quiet moment amidst the lively birthday celebration. They were savoring the food when suddenly, Meng approached them. Migs looked up, surprised but pleased to see her childhood friend.

"Hi, Meng," Migs greeted warmly, a smile on her face.

Meng hesitated for a moment, then returned the greeting, though her expression was tense. "Hi, Migs," she replied quietly.

Migs turned to Amara, her eyes asking for permission. "Amara, can I hug Meng?" she asked softly.

Amara smiled warmly, sensing the significance of this moment for Migs. "Of course, Migs," she said gently.

Migs got up from her seat and approached Meng, arms open for a hug. Meng hesitated again, but then reluctantly allowed Migs to embrace her. However, just as Migs wrapped her arms around Meng, Meng suddenly pulled away and slapped her across the face.

The party fell silent as everyone turned to look at the unexpected altercation. Migs stood frozen, stunned by the sudden turn of events. Amara, equally shocked, stood up quickly, ready to intervene.

"Meng, what are you doing?" Migs asked, her voice trembling with confusion and hurt.

Meng's eyes were filled with tears as she faced Migs. "You led me on, Migs. I waited for you," she accused, her voice breaking.

Amara moved closer to Migs, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, but Migs shook her head slightly, signaling that she could handle it. She turned back to Meng, trying to make sense of her friend's accusations.

"I don't understand, Meng. What do you mean?" Migs asked, her voice pleading for clarity.

Meng took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I've liked you for a long time, Migs. I thought you felt the same way," she confessed tearfully.

Migs was taken aback. "I'm sorry, Meng. I've always seen you as a friend, nothing more," she explained gently.

Meng's expression twisted with pain and anger. "Fine, Migs. Choose then. It's either me or Amara," she challenged bitterly.

Migs felt torn. She cared deeply for Meng as a friend, but her love for Amara was undeniable. She looked over at Amara, who stood silently beside her, her eyes reflecting concern and support.

"I'm sorry, Meng," Migs said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "But I love Amara. She's my life, and I can't imagine being without her. I'm so sorry, Meng. You mean a lot to me, but Amara means everything," she confessed, her voice cracking with emotion.

Meng looked devastated, tears streaming down her face. "I understand," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Amara stepped forward, her heart going out to Meng despite the situation. "Meng, I'm sorry too," she said sincerely. "We never meant to hurt you."

Meng nodded silently, wiping away her tears. "I know," she replied quietly.

The tension in the room was palpable as Migs and Amara stood with Meng, the weight of their emotions hanging heavy in the air. Migs wanted to reach out to Meng, to comfort her further, but she knew that her decision had hurt her friend deeply.

"I hope you can forgive me someday, Meng," Migs said softly, her voice filled with regret.

Meng nodded again, her expression pained but understanding. "I'll try," she replied quietly.

Amara placed a hand on Migs' arm, silently urging her to return to their table. Reluctantly, Migs nodded and turned to walk away with Amara. As they left, Migs glanced back at Meng, who stood alone, surrounded by their friends who had witnessed the emotional exchange.

Back at their table, Amara pulled out a chair for Migs and they sat down together, the atmosphere heavy with the aftermath of what had transpired. Migs took Amara's hand in hers, grateful for her presence and understanding.

"I'm sorry, Amara," Migs apologized, her voice choked with emotion. "I never wanted this to happen."

Amara squeezed Migs' hand gently, her eyes filled with compassion. "It's okay, Migs. You did what you had to do," she reassured her.

Migs nodded slowly, still struggling with the guilt of hurting her friend. "I just hope Meng will be alright," she murmured, her thoughts lingering on her childhood friend.

Amara leaned closer, placing a comforting arm around Migs' shoulders. "She will be. It'll take time, but she'll understand," she said softly.

As the party continued around them, Migs found solace in Amara's presence. Despite the turmoil of the evening, she knew that her love for Amara was worth everything. They shared a quiet moment together, drawing strength from each other's embrace, thankful for the love that had brought them together and hopeful for the future ahead.

In the quiet sanctuary of Migs' room, Amara held Migs close, gently soothing away the remnants of the evening's emotional turmoil. As they sat together, Amara leaned in and kissed Migs tenderly. At first taken aback, Migs soon responded, their lips meeting in a shared moment of affection and reassurance.

After the kiss, Migs and Amara decided to retreat to Migs' room for some privacy and comfort. Upon entering, Amara noticed numerous pictures of herself adorning the walls—a collection of memories that Migs had cherished and kept close.

"Sorry for being late with this," Migs began hesitantly, breaking the silence. "From the moment I first met you, Amara, I knew there was something special about you."

Amara smiled warmly, touched by Migs' sincerity. She could feel the depth of Migs' love for her in that moment. Without a word, Amara leaned in and kissed Migs again, a silent affirmation of her own feelings.

As the night wore on, Migs and Amara found solace in each other's arms. They lay together, intertwined, finding comfort and love in their shared space. However, their intimate moment was interrupted by a gentle knock on the door.

"Migs, can I sleep with you and Ate Amara?" came Madie's soft voice from outside.

Migs glanced at Amara, who nodded with a smile. "Of course, Madie," Migs replied warmly.

Amara quickly changed into more comfortable clothes while Migs did the same. Soon, they settled into bed together, Madie nestled between them. In the quiet of the night, they found a sense of peace and belonging, embracing each other like a family united by love and understanding.