Belle stood dumbfounded as the cardiac surgeon walked past her without saying anything. She was asking her about their routine – visiting kuya Mike every year. Mikha's face was blank and emotionless. Mikha was very sensitive about the topic. They always did it the gentlest way to bring that up, subtly asking and waited for her to respond. And that was exactly what Belle did.
After the question, Mikha usually hardened her jaw then sighed then let a low 'okay!' out. But this time, she probably didn't even mind her presence.
"Hey! Good thing you guys are here!" Belle greeted her friends who was hungry and wanted to steal some food from the surgery department's lounge. She went straight to the refrigerator without further ado – missing its contents.
"I just saw Mikha. I asked her if it's okay if we go visit kuya Mike tomorrow. She looks like a ghost. You know, blank and dragging her feet emotionlessly." Belle said, while opening a plastic box containing Chicken Katsu, she put one piece into her mouth and chewed it. "I haven't seen her like that since..."
She stood up at the same blank face on Jhoanna's and Colet's face.
"Oh God, what the hell did you guys do?!"
"I– I should go find her. It's my fault." Colet abruptly moved from her place.
"No, ate Colet. Don't" Jhoanna said sternly.
"If she does something stupid, Jho, I can never forgive myself."
Belle didn't have a clue on what was going on. But she knew something really bad happened.
"It is not wise if she sees you now, Colet. She won't hear whatever you say. Let her calm down first then maybe we can talk to her." Belle said.
"This is my fault, it is my responsibility to make sure she's okay."
"Let's not do 'this is my mistake or your mistake'. We are all to blame here. Mikha is an adult, she perfectly understands the consequences if she ever does something foolish." the anesthesiologist tried to explain.
"Let her be for now. We'll talk later."
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The woman on the couch lowered the TV volume as she heard the front door crack open. She held her breath waiting for the certain person she had been avoiding for the past weeks, to come and greet her. Mikha wasn't home last night. She was probably on call, she thought.
She heard the door close. She exhaled some oxygen from her lungs. For some vague reason, she felt nervous. She wondered if the situation would take them back to the beginning? She couldn't imagine the awkwardness. It was unbearable. Or would they be just like the usual? Mikah was expert in ignoring such circumstances.
"Mikha?" she called as the sound of something falling reached her ears.
No response.
"Mikha?!" She quickly got off the couch and ran towards the front door. She gasped to the sight of Mikha on the floor.
"Mikha, are you okay?" she turned over her body only to catch a very strong alcohol smell. "Are you drunk?!"
The girl on her lap slumped. She slurred, "No, I is tipsy." she chuckled.
"Come on, get up. Let's get you cleaned up." Aiah struggled to lift her small body. The latter wasn't cooperative at all. With all the strength she had, Aiah led her to the bedroom.
Now, she wasn't sure where Mikha was last night or what was the reason why she drank this severely. Since Aiah moved in, wine was the only alcoholic drink Mikha consumed. And she was always totally sober.
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Take my Hand | MIKHAIAH
FanfictionA MIKHAIAH ADAPTATION "I don't care about what they say. I don't care even if the world hates you. I love you, don't leave, please" - Mikha What would happen if two professionals were asked by their parents to try to get to know each other for a yea...
