Take my Hand | MIKHAIAH

CHAPTER 40 - Old Fashion Way

Mikha was tired from all the dancing with Aiah. She was drained yet the latter seemed nowhere near collapsing. She then danced with Mikha's father whilst the doctor sat at one of the tables at the corner with Jhoanna. Stacey was going to the toilet so it was only them left.

"I can't believe today actually happened. One of us is having a family right now."

"You bet," Mikha drank her water as she swept her sweat. "It feels like it's just yesterday when we finished med school, you know. Now, suddenly, she's a wife, soon to be a pregnant lady then she becomes a parent, then grandma then dead." Mikha frowned.

Jhoanna looked at Mikha with a weird look.

"We're old, Jho." she said as a matter of fact.

"We're not old, we're getting old. Still in the process, not there yet."

They fell in silence.

"I want it too," Jhoanna cracked the stillness. "What Belle has, I want it too."

"Do you think Stacey wants it too?"

"I don't know, but the ring is getting heavier each day."

Mikha turned her head towards the other doctor in disbelief.

"What?"

"I have the ring, Mikhs. Right now, in my car."

"You kidding!"

Jhoanna snorted. "Why would I? You want to see it?"

They marched their way towards the white sports car then got inside.

Jhoanna showed her a blue ring box then opened it.

"Wow, so pretty." Mikha grinned admiring the light blue diamond.

"Told ya!" Jhoanna put it back to its safe place.

"When will you do it?"

"I don't know. When I have the courage, I think?"

"Coward!" Mikha mocked her then received a slap at the back of her head.

"Hey! You can only say that because you don't have a ring that you need to keep around and hide from Aiah." Jhoanna nagged her. "It's tiring to lie every time she asks me why when I zone out. I want a perfect proposal but I can't think of anything. I just want to pop up the question and get married already."

"Who says I don't have it?"

"Oh?"

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She looked up from her phone to the sound of the high heels steps that's coming towards her. She grinned and stood up from her chair as she hugged the older version of her.

"Where's Aiah?" the woman asked.

Mikha narrowed her eyes, face palmed. "Hello to you too, my dearest mother." she said sarcastically.

"Hello my sweet cheeks." her father kissed her left temple.

"Hi, honey. Now, where's Aiah?" her mother also pecked her right temple.

"She's at the court, why are you asking about her?" They sat down.

"She's my other daughter who actually talks to me many times a week unlike my other daughter who doesn't call when Aiah doesn't call me," she spoke sassily. "Now, why do we owe this pleasure, oh my so busy dear daughter?" she folded her arms, looking at her scarily.