Mikha is a sort of a quiet person who hates being the center of the fame. She lives alone and she always have morals and boundaries. Aiah is a seductive type of person who keeps her inner secret.
She is at the center of fame, keeps herself in a man...
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The next morning, I woke up to the soft buzz of my phone and saw a series of messages from Aiah. I tapped on the screen, and a few photos loaded, showing her at the convenience store, looking exhausted but giving a thumbs-up.
There was a short message that read: "Hey, sorry if I didn’t reply kagabi. Super busy sa work… I wanted to message you earlier, but it got so late. Pasensya na talaga!" I checked the timestamp—12:30 AM, around two hours after I had drifted off to sleep.
A slight pang tugged at my heart. Knowing she was out there working so late, while I was sound asleep, made me feel a little guilty.
I set my phone down, stretching and getting out of bed with one thought: breakfast.
After cooking a simple meal and eating alone, I realized that Friday wasn’t too busy for me at work.
So, on a whim, I decided to cancel my appointments. Today would be for Aiah.
Knowing Aiah’s apartment building was a bit of a distance away, I grabbed my things and headed out, deciding the trip was worth it. I wanted to see her and make sure she was okay after that late shift.
The city streets were quiet in the early morning, giving me time to think, to imagine her reaction when she saw me.
After a short drive, I arrived at her building. I made my way up to her apartment, feeling a bit of excitement mixed with nervousness. Standing in front of her door,
I took a deep breath and knocked gently, hoping she’d be surprised and happy to see me.
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When Aiah opened the door, her eyes widened in surprise, and for a second, she just stood there, processing that I was actually standing in front of her.
Then a warm smile broke out on her face, and I felt a wave of relief and happiness.
"Matilda? Anong ginagawa mo dito nang ganito kaaga?" she asked, a little laugh escaping her.
“Gusto lang kitang makita,” I replied, feeling a little shy. “Tsaka, naisip ko rin na baka gusto mong sumama sa grocery. Sabi mo dati, medyo paubos na supplies mo.”
She paused, thinking for a moment, and then nodded. “Tama ka… medyo kulang na nga yung mga kailangan ko dito. Sige, sama ako!”
With that, she grabbed her bag, and we headed out together. The simple idea of doing groceries with her felt like such a treat.
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We walked side by side, talking about little things, the comfort of our routine settling in as we made our way to the store.
This wasn’t just about groceries; it was about spending time together, catching up, and sharing moments that felt effortlessly right.
As we strolled through the aisles, filling our cart with snacks, ingredients, and a few nostalgic treats we used to share, it felt like a trip down memory lane.
Everything we grabbed seemed to spark a small story or memory from our past—inside jokes, late-night cravings, moments we’d both missed.
When we reached the cashier, Aiah pulled out her wallet and glanced at the total, her face falling slightly as she hesitated.
I could guess why—she’d probably stretched her budget recently, covering expenses that had added up over the month.
I chuckled softly, knowing she was trying to be independent, even if it meant a little struggle.
Before she could say anything, I reached into my bag and pulled out my black premium card, holding it out to the cashier with a small, amused smile.
Aiah froze, eyes widening in shock as she processed what was happening.
“Matilda… hindi, huwag na,” she stammered, glancing between me and the card.
But I just shook my head, still smiling. “Relax lang, Aiah. Consider it my treat. Gusto kong i-spoil ka paminsan-minsan,” I said playfully, my tone light but my gaze steady, letting her know I meant it.
She looked at me, half-blushing, half-disbelieving. I could tell she was processing not just my card, but everything—who I was now, where I was in life, and maybe even the fact that I was standing here, beside her, doing something as simple as buying groceries together.
After we loaded the groceries into my trunk, Aiah hesitated, looking at me with a thoughtful expression.
I could almost see her mind racing as she tried to piece together everything she’d seen today. Finally, she broke the silence.
“Matilda… paano ka nga ba naging… ganito kayaman?” She gestured subtly toward my car, her voice a mix of curiosity and wonder.
I smiled, deciding to be as genuine as possible. “Honestly, it’s been a long road,” I began. “A mix of hard work at the company, careful investments, and giving back through charity work and humanitarian projects. It’s not just about earning; it’s about creating something meaningful, you know?”
Hearing that, Aiah’s face lit up with a wide smile. She seemed genuinely proud, and seeing that made my heart swell.
Without another word, I got into the car, and she joined me, settling in as I started the engine.
We reached her apartment in no time, and as we carried the groceries up, a thought crossed my mind. I turned to her, grinning. “What do you say I cook one of our old favoWhatrites? Yung madalas nating gawin noong college. Does that sound good?”
Aiah’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Sige! I missed those days, at ikaw rin ang best cook sa atin,” she teased, nudging me.
We unpacked the groceries, and I got to work, pulling out ingredients, laughing, and moving around her kitchen as naturally as I had years ago.
It felt like nothing had changed, even though everything had. We were still us—inseparable, despite her endearing obsessiveness and our lives’ differences.
And as I stirred the pot, Aiah watching me with that familiar gaze, it was like we’d never left that chapter behind.
