"Watch your step, Jho!"
"No, no, Jho you have drank too much." She took the shot glass away from her hand.
"Ouch! Belle! What are you doing? It hurts!" Mikha caressed her freshly beated head.
"You deserve it, you punk!" she yelled then walked further, dancing to the loud music
"Ate Colet, ate Colet, let's sit." Mikha dragged her best friend from the inappropriate group of guys who had been surrounding her like she was meat.
"Gwen, watch her. I'm getting Belle."
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"Look at this, so pretty!" Aiah squealed at the new arrival of a branded bag in her hands.
"You like it? Take it."
"No, no," she shook her head. "Ah, so pretty." she mumbled to herself.
The elder only chuckled and secretly bought the bag and let the saleswoman wrap it nicely.
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A loud clang at the alternative music made Mikha jerk her head to the source of the sound. She groaned when she saw Belle accidentally elbowed a bottle of vodka and crashed it into pieces.
Mikha quickly apologized and paid for the damage. She hadn't sat for a minute when Colet started dancing sexily with random guys. Mikha once again had to pull her off of that man before anything bad happened.
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"Who doesn't love Chanel?
"No one." Aiah smiled at an overly neat young man.
"Exactly, ma'am. This section is for our brand new collection."
"Hey, just choose. Take whatever you like, okay?"
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She threw herself on the big comfy couch. Her feet ached by walking around too much. A middle aged woman put a glass of orange juice and bowed to her as she muttered thank you to her.
"We shop a lot," the kind eyes smiled at her. "Mikha would be very happy."
"I know right? She's going to say I have enough supply for the rest of the year."
They laughed.
"That girl is serious though." Mikha's older version shook her head. "When she was a med student, she always complained if I asked her to accompany me shopping. She just stays in her room and plays games with her friends. She didn't change at all. Good thing she's going to marry you."
"Well, I'm always down for shopping. Shopping can be our date, mom. Which reminds me, let me pay next time. I have money too, you know."
"But I like to spoil my child!"
"But I also want to buy you some nice things." Aiah argued. "I'm happy to see you happy, mom. So please?" She showed her her best puppy dog eyes. "Pretty please?"
Mrs. Lim chuckled. "All right, all right. How can Mikha say no to you? She's right. You have deadly beautiful eyes."
"Mikha never says no to me, mom. She just grumpily nags me for shopping too long."
The two women were having a good time when Mikha's dad walked into the house. He kissed his wife and gave Aiah a warm hug. They chatted a bit before Aiah excused herself to go home.
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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...
