Mikha huffed up from the couch to get whoever rang the doorbell. At first, she ignored it but the person behind it was too persistent and Aiah looked like she wouldn't get up unless an earthquake happened.
"Coming!" she shouted.
As she opened the door, an old man – known as the doorman of her apartment – stood by her door with a big box in his hand covering his chest.
"Ms. Mikha? This gift is for you." he handed over the box to the girl.
"Uh, who's this from?" she asked.
"A driver gave it to me earlier, miss. He said there's a card. He didn't say anything else."
"Okay, then. Thank you, sir." The old man excused himself as Mikha closed the door wondering what was in the box.
"Who's that?" Aiah questioned her – she noticed the object Mikha carried. "What's that?"
"Let's find out. The doorman didn't know who sent it either." Mikha ripped the wrapping paper and spotted a card with a recognized handwriting on it.
'Happy Birthday, sweetheart.
It's your favorite toys when you were little. It imprinted in our mind how cute you were when you were all serious on making your imagination into the real form. Enjoy it, baby girl.
We hope to see you soon.
Love, mom and dad.'
Mikha read it out loud. She gave Aiah the card to let her read.
"They don't usually send birthday gifts." Mikha said to no one.
"Why?"
"Because I asked them not to," she replied. "Besides, my birthday is like a month ago."
"I met your mom yesterday, we had brunch together before she had to take off to Singapore." Aiah spoke. "And I may or may not mention to her our little celebration." she smiled guiltily.
"I told her about the cake, she got excited and I thought it wasn't a big deal so I kind of told her. Sorry."
"Why would you be sorry?"
"I thought you're mad?"
"Why would I be mad?"
"You know why, Mikha." Aiah whined earning a laugh from Mikha.
"I'm not mad, bubby. If anything, I'm glad." she squeezed her hand. "My parents are the kind of people who love to enjoy themselves and have a party at any occasion. I let them down when I said that I don't want to celebrate my birthday ever again."
"May I know why?"
"Bad things happen on my birthday. It is not something I want to remember. But then you came and changed it."
Aiah smiled, "Is it a bad thing or a good thing?"
"Good, for sure." Mikha pressed the urge to kiss the other girl. It wasn't because of the hurt of rejection but more to Aiah's comfort. She won't force her to do something she didn't want. Undeniably, they were still in the early stage of their relationship. Kissing on the lips was probably sacred or something to Aiah.
"Well..."
"Hmm?"
"Should you call them? Say thank you, maybe?" Aiah suggested.
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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...
