Day 8
Aiah barely registered the buzzing of her phone at first, still caught in that sleepy, hazy state between dreams and consciousness.
It wasn't until the vibration persisted that she let out a quiet groan, reaching for it blindly from the bedside table.
Colet (Video Call).
She hesitated, glancing at the warm body still pressed against her.
Mikha was fast asleep, her bare back half-exposed from the sheets, her breathing slow and even.
Aiah's chest tightened at the sight—at how natural this felt, how easy it was to wake up like this, with Mikha next to her.
But before she could linger too much on that thought, Colet's voice snapped her back.
"Hoy, kamusta na? Bakit di ka na nagpaparamdam?"
Aiah flinched, quickly answering the call but keeping the camera off.
"Na-busy sa work eh, sorry na, Col," she whispered.
"Sus—really?" Colet scoffed. "Bat walang video? San ka?"
Aiah winced, carefully slipping out of bed, moving as quietly as she could so Mikha wouldn't stir.
She reached for the first thing she could find—a loose long T-shirt Mikha had lent her, one she hadn't ended up using last night because, well...
They had been too occupied with other things.
Now, she pulled it over her head, padding barefoot toward the living room before finally sighing.
"Oh eto na." She turned the video on—
And immediately regretted it.
Because fuck.
She barely recognized herself.
Her lips were swollen, her hair was a disheveled mess, and the oversized T-shirt—Mikha's T-shirt—hung loosely off one shoulder, practically screaming "I just got laid senseless."
Colet's jaw dropped.
"HUY!!! ANYARE SAYO, AIAH?!"
Aiah winced. "Wala—"
"WALA?! Tangina, Aiah, you look—*" she gestured wildly at the screen, eyes widening. "Grabe, ano 'yan?!"
Aiah groaned, flopping onto the couch. "Colet, ang aga aga, bawasan mo energy mo please."
"Aga?! AGA?! Hindi, hindi, Aiah. You're GLOWING. Hindi ka lang busy sa work, ano?!"
Aiah tried—really tried—to keep her face neutral.
But the grin that slipped out was damning.
Because —
Colet was right.
And she wasn't even mad about it.
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"Hoy! Magsalita ka—who have you been busy with? Tang ina ha! Kala ko ano nangyari sayo. Yun pala may kalaro ka na diyan."
Aiah groaned, rubbing a hand down her face. "Kalaro? Col, are you five?"
"Oh ano—ka FUBU?"
Aiah let out a sharp scoff, rolling her eyes. "Now ka lang naging OA, Vergara."
"Now ka lang nagka sex life ulit, Arceta," Colet shot back without missing a beat. "So anooooo, I need the full transcript."
Aiah laughed, shaking her head. "Uhm—no."
