Take my Hand | MIKHAIAH

CHAPTER 23 - U.S. Girlies

Ding dong...

The tall woman patiently waited for the owner of the apartment to open her door. It was almost nine months ago since the last time she came here. Knowing her, the place wasn't going to change at all.

She figured the couch, TV, table and all that would still be at the exact same spot. She brought her friend a full plastic bag of jelly, lollipop, chocolate and candies – basically the stuff she loved. She missed Mikha, they didn't have time to hang out much since the both of them were the busiest among all. Now that it was Sunday, she thought they could chill together playing video games and eat snacks.

Ding dong...

She pressed the bell again. She didn't call her beforehand. Even though she can just barged in, she wanted to surprise her. The faint sound of footsteps inside the house began to be heard. She grinned widely, preparing her loudest scream.

Click.

"Miikk—" she hadn't had the chance to hit her highest pitch when the person who's standing before her clearly is not her friend Mikha. The girl was wearing hot pants and a loose you-can-see shirt with a high ponytail and cute eyes.

"I'm sorry," she gasped. "I thought – well isn't – I mean, I'm sorry, wrong house." She bowed and was already about to leave when the girl stopped her.

"Wait, who are you looking for?" she asked.

"Umm, Ms. Mikha Lim. She used to live here. I'm sorry again for troubling you."

"Well, Mikha does live here," she said. "Wait a sec." The girl let the door open as she disappeared inside the house. Not long after, the girl she was looking for appeared. Her appearance was not less different than the other woman except Mikha is wearing a plaid pyjamas with a loose shirt.

"Gwen?"

"Am I coming at a bad time?" she grimaced at the thought of walking over her friend having sex with some random girl.

"What? No! No! I was – well, we were rearranging our living room. Don't get the wrong idea, Gwen. Come on in." Mikha invited her. Her cold was getting better and she was bored doing nothing in the past couple of days.

The first girl was smiling at her. Very pretty, Gwen made a mental note.

"Gwen, this is Aiah, Aiah this is my ate Gwen." Mikha introduced the two strangers.

"Aaah, ate Aiah?" She totally forgot this part when Mikha told her that she lived with Aiah.

"She's almost the same age as you, Gwen." Mikha chuckled.

"Really? I'm sorry! It's not that you look old – I thought – I mean, you're dating Mikha so I thought–" she puttered.

"It's fine, Gwen." Aiah offered her hand to shake.

"Thanks," Gwen grinned. "It's really nice to finally see you, Aiah." They shook hands. "Mikha here, talks so much about you and to say that we only meet a couple times within these months..."

"Bad things?"

"Nah, she wouldn't say that. All she said is—"

"Is that for me?" Mikha cut in to prevent Gwen from leaking something embarrassing. "Give me my Florida jellies!"

"Don't eat too many sweet snacks, Mikhs." Aiah warned her. "You already finished half of our ice cream this morning."

"I'll just eat some of it. Promise!" Mikha saluted her.