She pulled her car over at the side road then turned off the engine. She grabbed the rear view, turned it towards her as it showed her her reflection. She tilted her face aside, she couldn't stop noticing a small cut at the corner of her lips even though she had disassembled it with makeup. She brought her finger to touch the slight bruise that surrounded the cut.
It still hurts a bit.
Lately, Mikha second-guessed herself more than usual and Aiah never failed to make her feel better and assured her that she was right on her feet.
She needed her comfort to make sure everything was going to be okay.
Aiah was in a meeting. Her secretary informed her that she'd be done in a short while so she should wait in her office. She stared outside the window to the busy street below.
"What are you looking at?" Aiah suddenly appeared behind her. Mikha didn't hear her coming in. She wore the listed black blazer as her shiny dark brown hair straggled over her shoulder.
"Nothing." She cleared her throat, bowing her head down, alarmed that Aiah could see her tiny wound. "Is it okay if you accompany me for a while?" she asked without looking up.
"Yes, of course, you want something?" Mikha declined her offer with her.
Wearily, Mikha elevated her head and softly sucked her bottom lip to disguise that thing she didn't want to be seen.
"Nothing." she covered her mouth with her palm and coughed a bit to smooth her act.
"Can you say something–anything but nothing?" she snuffled cutely folding her arms to her chest.
Mikha couldn't resist her cuteness, she laughed at the antics. As soon as the laughter was out from her mouth, the wound sting sharply.
"Ouch! Damn it!" unconsciously, she touched the injured part, she caressed it hoping the pain would reduce down. It wasn't that hurt, she could endure it. It was just the sudden stretch that took her by surprise.
"Sweetheart? What is it?" the lawyer spoke worriedly. She extended her hand and cupped Mikha's face to examine her closely. "Who did this to you?"
"It's nothing, bubby," she looked away from her. "Just forget it." she pleaded.
"Bubby?" she wasn't forcing her. She's merely wishing for her to elaborate, she's simply asking Mikha to trust her better.
"Bubby, I'm fine, really." concern didn't fade away from her pretty face.
"Talk to me, please." Aiah persuaded her softly.
She sighed and shook her head tiredly. She didn't mind if she was physically in pain, what upsets her was the emotional pressure she had to handle. Moreover, she had to shove it down to her throat and it felt like she swallowed up a big knot and made it extremely hard to breathe.
"I got what I deserved, I guess?" she croaked hesitantly. "It's not a big deal, bubby. I'm fine." she repeated over and over. She wasn't sure whether she really was fine or she just needed to assure herself that she really was okay.
"You don't deserve any of this, Mikha. What happened?"
"She passed away, my patient. Her mother lost it, she slapped me and well, you see it yourself," she shrugged. "It isn't her fault, she is devastated and it's fair."
"How hard did she slap you? It made a cut."
"Her ring, I suspect."
"It is not okay, bubby," she stroked the back of her hand, "you've—-"
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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...
