Mine! No Objections Allowed (Mikhaiah Adaptation)

Chapter 18 : Growing Up On Cornetto

When Mikha returned to the car, her phone screen was lit, displaying a few unanswered calls.

She picked it up and looked at the caller's name. Then she fired up the engine, but was in no hurry to leave. Instead, she called back.

"Why are you ignoring my calls?!" The girl on the other end of the line sounded both fierce and delicate at the same time.

Mikha said, "What is it?"

"Mom said you went somewhere for a conference." The girl giggled. "Did you bring me any presents?"

"No."

"Alright, then let me inform you, you have just lost the cutest little sister."

Mikha's face remained unchanged. "That's great."

"..." 

Sheena Lim found it rather boring. So used to her stoic nonchalant older sister. "Mom wants me to tell you, come home for dinner tomorrow."

After hanging up, Mikha flipped through her contacts until she reached the recently added number. She did not need to look too long, all she had to do was to scroll down to see that long string of words.

A rabbit waiting for you to contact her every day.

Who would put that as a contact name? She didn't even know it was possible given the character limit on the app. What a strange girl.

But thinking of that strange girl always seems to make her smile.

Her lips quirked up almost imperceptibly. After closing her phone, she drove out of the parking lot.

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The second day, Mikha returned to the old house. It's the ancestral family home of the Lim clan.

When she got inside, the two ladies were sitting on the sofa, sharing some trail mix, discussing something.

Daddy Lim sat on the side sofa reading the newspaper. Oblivious to the two.

Sheena saw her, and in a rather unconcerned, stand-offish way, greeted.

"Ate." roll eyes emoji

Hearing that, Mommy Lim turned around.

"Oh you're back? Wait a moment, sit down, the food's not ready yet."

Mikha sat down on the sofa opposite her father, picking up a newspaper as she did so.

The duo's old-fashioned actions were almost identical -no one would believe they were not father and daughter.

After some commercials, the TV show the mother and daughter were waiting for, finally aired.

Mikha stopped reading, leaving the papers she was holding unattended, her focus solely on the TV screen all this time.

"I'm okay, you don't need to care about me.. ." The female voice from the TV was low, hiding a little whimper. "She must have mistaken us, I'll apologize to her tomorrow."

The voice was very familiar. Yesterday, she was right beside Mikha, asking to exchange phone numbers with her.

As she put down the newspaper, Aiah's face appeared in front of her eyes.

Her long black hair was obediently, loosely set on her shoulders, the soft words admitting to her mistakes coming out of her mouth. On her soft white cheeks, there was a clear handprint. With the pink showing on the corners of her eyes, she really was the very pinnacle of 'pitiful'.