"Should we talk to them now?"
"They're doing really well, I don't want to put any pressure on them. Let them be. What do you think?"
"We think the same way too. But for how long?"
"Give it six more months? Let them enjoy the happy phase."
"And if they finally ask us about it?"
"Then we'll discuss it with them."
"We're happy."
"Believe me, we are too."
- - - - - - - -
Everyone sat at their respective spots. "You found your phone?"
"No. I can't believe I lost it. All of my important contacts are there." Mikha sulked as she slurped her soup.
"But that's the same phone." Belle pointed to the black device beside Mikha's bowl.
"It's Aiah's. I bought a new phone but it's too big. I don't like it so I trade it with her. Her phone is boring, no games whatsoever. I have to download it all over again."
"What phone did you buy?" Jhoanna asked.
"iPhone 15 Pro, I want to buy the same type as my old one but it's no longer produced. I can't believe their breakthrough revolution is its size." Mikha laughed. "The application is pretty much the same, I think?"
"You should've exchanged it with me. I wouldn't mind a bigger phone."
"In your dream, you shorty!" Mikha snorted at her.
"You're only an inch taller, you dumb! Anyway, are you going to go to that conference?" Jhoanna stole Belle's fries.
"I don't know, haven't talked to Aiah about it." Mikha drank her infused water before shoving her noodles into her mouth.
"What?"
"The conference will be held for three days and I don't want to be all alone in a different continent with myself."
"Wow, never knew you're so smitten." Belle and Jhoanna laughed out loud. Mikha stopped chewing her food to glare at her friends.
"It's a good thing, really." Belle said, still snickering.
"You say it like it's not. Stop laughing at me. Hey!"
They didn't stop.
- - - - - - - -
"What's for dinner?" Mikha opened the fridge and picked up her ice cream.
"Bubby. No ice cream before dinner." Aiah reminded her.
"Just one scoop."
"Mikhaela." the lawyer glared sternly at her.
"Put it back in the fridge. Ice cream is for dessert, not appetizer."
"But I want an appetizer." she pouted. "Then have salad or something. Put. It. Back." Aiah emphasized each word.
"Dictator." Mikha muttered under her breath but did what she's told anyway. She wasn't as free as when she didn't know about Aiah's existence. She used to have ice cream for dinner, ice cream for breakfast, ice cream for midnight snack and no one would nag her for it.
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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...
