ONE ROOF (MikhAiah)

CHAPTER -2- Feelings? Infatuation?

Author's point of view.

"Aish, ang dami naman ng hugasin," Aiah complained as she scrubbed the plates. "Are you done with those yet, Aiah?" Mikha asked, leaning against the counter and watching Aiah. "Almost," Aiah replied, but deep down, she was still unsure.

Suddenly, Mikha approached and put her hand on Aiah's waist. "Are you done yet, baby?" she whispered in Aiah's ear. Aiah blinked and blushed. "Oh, you're such a tease," she said, but inside, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement.

"Just kidding," Mikha said, laughing.

Aiah, trying to play it cool, just rolled her eyes.

Aiah knows that Mikha is acting like that since last month, but she knows it's just sarcasm.

Aiah's point of view.

I'm done washing dishes and come up to my room and think why was Mikha acting like this? It's been almost a month of her playful teasing, and I still haven't figured out what's going on. And why do I feel butterflies in my stomach every time she touches me? (wag green mindes ha, touch lang touch walang madumi, utak n'yo talaga).

"Oh my gosh, Aiah, apaka tanga mo," I scolded myself. "Bawal 'to."

But even as I tried to push those feelings away, I couldn't help but wonder... What if there was something more? What if Mikha felt the same way?

Maybe it was just me, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was changing between us. Something exciting, something a little bit scary, something that made my stomach flip-flop with every glance, every touch, every whisper.

Lost in thoughts of Mikha's enigmatic behavior, I found myself grappling with a whirlwind of emotions that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. The playful teasing, the lingering glances, and the unspoken tension between us left me yearning for clarity in the midst of this emotional storm.

As I sat in the quiet sanctuary of my room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm hue, I couldn't help but wonder about the uncharted territory our relationship seemed to be venturing into. The delicate balance between friendship and something more lingered in the air, a palpable energy that drew us closer with each shared moment.

The sound of a soft knock on my door broke me out of my reverie. Before I could respond, Mikha entered with a tentative smile on her lips. "Hey, Aiah," she greeted, her voice soft and inviting.

I returned her smile, a mix of familiarity and affection evident in my eyes. "Hey, Mikha," I replied, a sense of comfort settling between us as she stood in my room, the space now a haven where unspoken words found solace.

Mikha hesitated for a moment, her gaze meeting mine with a silent understanding that transcended words. "Pwede ba tayong mag-usap?" she asked, her tone gentle yet filled with unspoken depth.

I am nervous of what she said at baka mahalata n'ya ako.

The air between us crackled with shared experiences and unspoken truths, the bond between us stronger than ever. With a reassuring nod, I invited her to take a seat, a silent promise of unwavering support and understanding in the conversation that awaited us.

As we sat in a companionable silence, Mikha's voice filled the room. "Tara, manood tayo ng movie sa room ko? May TV naman sa bawat kwarto," she suggested, a familiar warmth in her tone that echoed the closeness we shared.

The invitation was more than just a movie night; it was a testament to the unspoken connection that bound us together, a bond that transcended words and found solace in shared moments of intimacy.

"Kinabahan na ako don, akala ko nahalta na ako" I said in my thoughts.

Hi guys? Warning lang sa next part ha lalo na sa mga minor Jan.

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