Take my Hand | MIKHAIAH

CHAPTER 31 - Revelations of the Past

Aiah wiped her tears that couldn't seem to stop. She repeatedly ordered her brain to hamper her lacrimal system–it still didn't stop. It was embarrassing and annoying to cry and smile like an idiot at the same time.

She excused herself to the toilet not far from the cafeteria. She calmed down a bit and checked herself in the mirror. Her eyes and cheeks were red, she quickly fixed her makeup and huffed a breath.

She didn't hear the first statement of love directly from Mikha. She thought Mikha hated her, she almost believed it that they were over–done. She considered giving up for good, it'd hurt so much, but at least they won't hang up in some uncertainty anymore.

Now, all was out of the oven.

"She's in love with me." she whispered in disbelief.

The fact still baffled her. She wondered why it felt so good to hear that Mikha was actually in love with her from a group of gossipy nurses. Shouldn't she be mad because of it?

If it was just a bunch of coquettish girls who accidentally caused her to know about it already made her fly to the seventh sky, what would she become if Mikha straightly confessed to her?

Die.

Yeah, that probably will happen.

Suddenly, all the misery and loneliness vanished in an instant. She can't take it anymore, she had been patient for days and now, keeping the silence for understanding won't do. She gathered all her stuff and stomped her way back to her table.

As if the universe finally gave her a favor, Mikha walked into the cafeteria. She didn't go to the queue to order some food. Instead, she stood by the vending machine and picked up a snack and a cup of coffee.

It was her third coffee for today, Aiah wouldn't be mistaken. She saw Mikha slurred up her morning coffee before she came to see her father at 08:13 a.m., she managed to get a glimpse of Mikha throwing away the coffee's plastic cup when she visited her patient at 12:17 p.m., and now, within two hours later, she wanted to drink another coffee.

Aiah moved from her chair and marched her way towards Mikha.

The tall girl was going to pick up her coffee when a voice refrained her to do so.

"Don't." she said. "Too much coffee is not good for you."

Mikha sighed. She ignored Aiah and took her coffee.

The lawyer forcefully grabbed the cup and tossed it into the trash can.

"Aiah, what the—" Mikha sent her a disapproving look.

"You're coming home with me." she forcefully nudged Mikha's arm.

"I have work to do!" Mikha hissed, not wanting to attract attention.

"Yeah, like you can use your hand." she calmly replied.

"Aiah, stop." Mikha yanked her arm. "What are you doing?!" she scowled.

"Either you come home with me or find us a place to talk." she spoke with an evident authority tone.

"I can't do this now." Mikha looked away.

"Then when can you? I'm not going to have more sleepless nights and pathetically lying on your bed, holding your pillow, aching for you, hoping that you'd come home and finding it's just wishful thinking the next day. I can't have the same box of ice cream longer than three days in the fridge because you're not there to eat it. I don't want to watch a sappy cheesy soap opera and not listen to your endless criticism about it."