Belongs to Other Women

The story of Lisa 27

Lisa POVS.

The days I spent with Dave were beyond my expectations. A week after I declared my willingness to be her lover, I submitted a letter of resignation to my office. The letter was approved by the company's leadership two weeks later and took effect the following two weeks.

So, for one month I spent my last time working there, I did really well. Even Julia helped me in completing my task. Kimmy, Vanilla and Jessica. They also help, but not help solve problems, which they gossip and add to the list of problems for me.

"Oh yeah? That's the Natasha Trus who met us yesterday at the supermarket, right?" ask Jessica about Kimmy.

Jesicca nodded decisively, "She just got divorced two months ago from an antique dealer."

"Antique shopper? Is there anyone who likes that?" Vanilla asked meaningfully.

"Eh make no mistake, it is precisely that item once the behavior of his toys billions of loh." Kimmy.

Actually I don't feel bothered about the activities they do right now, it's just that they're piled on my desk. Until I felt like I was being interrogated by people's wives. They are my own friends.

"Trus why the divorce?" search Kimmy again sambio nudge Jessica who suddenly engrossed with her phone.

"Oh, he said there's a third man."

"Who said? Natasha?" Vanilla widened both of her eyeballs, as if almost out.

Jessica nodded back. With both of his eyes still staring at the screen of his phone. And the three of them kept gossiping about people I didn't know or knew.

"That means cheating on your husband dong?" Kimmy guess adds.

"Maybe, the husband is rich. You know the same three men's heirlooms." Vanilla has again made some vague speculations.

"What?" ask Kimmy.

"Oh, you don't know?" ask Jessica about Kimmy.

Kimmy shook his head quickly, as his forehead began to shrivel in confusion.

Jessica and Vanilla looked at each other and looked. "Party, throne and women." They both say it.

I just nodded and heard their conversation. I also don't know who Natasha is talking about. Then they talked about it all again when my phone suddenly rang.

🎶

Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?

Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?

Just wait, can you come here please? 'Cause I want to be with you

🎶

Soon I reached into my blazer pocket and saw Dave's name on my phone screen. Then I asked the three of them for permission to take this phone call.

"Hallo?" my broom while standing up, stepping away from my friends who continue to gossip.

Dave called me just to ask me what I was doing right now, because he sent me a few short messages and no reply from me. Until that worries him. I laughed hearing that.

Then Dave also asked me to do a harinini lunch with him. And I agreed. Because the last two days, he couldn't pick me up in the morning to go to work together, because there was important business he said.

"OK, twelve o'clock exactly? Adios. Muaach!" I ended that phone call.

With a smile, I sat back in my chair and immediately finished my task. No longer do I listen to their noise and their babbling about it. My brain is focused on the work that is in front of me. To quickly be resolved.

***

Finally time has shown it almost twelve o'clock in the afternoon. I rushed to get my work done and immediately turned off the computer in front of me.

After everything was done, I immediately stood up to take my coat and also my bag. Then he left, immediately walked downstairs and waited for Dave to come.

In fact Dave had come first to make me finally go straight to his car. Enter and wear a safety belt.

"Hi" I said as I pulled the safety belt.

"Hey, what's lunch going to do?" bargain me. But all I did was peek at the back seat and sure enough, I saw his suit was already there.

"It's up to you to eat what." I finally answered, which was accompanied by a smile.

No need to wait any longer, finally Dave immediately stepped on the gas of his car then sped away across the streets of the capital. It took about ten minutes to get to where Dave wanted to be. Yes, while here, always Dave who determines where and where we will eat or sit to spend time. Because I really haven't memorized the whole area in this city.

"Why?" I was curious when I removed the safety belt.

"Because it's one of the typical English food. History used to be in the sea of England suddenly an abundance of large numbers of fish, so that the lower middle class make fried fish flour as food every day." Dave explained that he got out of his car, and so did I.

While walking to the place where Dave intended to eat, he explained that he would take me to a place to eat with 'fish and chips' as the main menu of the restaurant.

The dining place we went to was the winner of the best national fish and chips award in 2014, which is also one of the oldest fish and chips restaurants because it was open from 1952. Called POPPIES.

As soon as it approached the place the fragrant fried fish directly penetrated into the cavity of my nose. Makes me seem to be drifting in its fragrant aroma and makes me miss my own hometown. When entering the place the interior is designed a vintage style in the 50s complete with old photos on the wall and jukebox in the room. Very enticing. Classy and unique.

When our lunch came, I was surprised. The portion provided is very large and ... a lot!

"God! So big. I don't end up like a gini" I cried. Not eating it yet I was overwhelmed to see the size of the fried fish served on the plate in front of me. But Dave just chuckles at my reaction to the lunch menu this time.

"Eat it, it's over, it's good!" he said relax and started his lunch.

We enjoyed our time together again together. Talk about things, exchange stories. But Dave always dodges if I ask him about his family, about his life. He was closed off to tell me about his surroundings.

Therefore, there was not much I knew about his life before meeting me. Even to tell you who the woman he was with before me was, he didn't want to. He said it was just a memory that would only be a memory of oneself. Not to tell others. Because in a memory, there is an experience that has been successfully learned.

Yeah, that's how Dave is. The more days I understand the way he thinks, the way he looks at the world that has made him successful to this day. Just say so, he is indeed quite successful for himself.

After all, being a financially well-established man was very difficult for me. Not to mention to maintain the business itself. I admire him. I am amazed at what he has achieved at his age.

My age and Dave are pretty far apart. About seven years. So it can be said at this time his age has stepped on the head of three. But when compared with the look of his face and his current appearance, all of it was followed nicely.

At first, I thought Dave was the equivalent of me or Julia, head two. But as soon as he got closer to her, he wanted to tell me.

For months I Dave was in love like any other normal couple. It makes no difference. Even when I officially became unemployed again, Dave still often invited me to lunch together or even dinner together.

Almost every day we went through together, no exception at night. Well, it's not every night we spend making love. I'm limiting that activity. Because at first I really felt addicted to continue to do such a relationship.

At first I thought it was fun, but the longer I got bored with the way I treated myself in bed. So I decided to reduce the activity. So that my relationship with him can also last a long time.

Two months after officially bearing the title of unemployment and also not a college child, I finally could feel sitting on the bench again. Not all day in the apartment.

Feel the wake up again in the morning just to listen to the lecturer speak that is enhanced by getting a lot of homework. Dave is also increasingly taking me around the city. Even four days ago, he came to my college to pick me up after college.

BLAM!!

I closed the car door and put my bag in the back seat. "Well!" I exhaled violently after previously taking a domineering breath.

"Raclut? Or a lot of work?" tanyakanya.

I glanced at him, "Both!" I exhaled my breath again.

Dave ruffled my hair and drove back to his car, crossing the streets of London during the day. The more often he took me for walks around London, the more it made me little by little memorize the streets of this city.

"Where are we going this time?" ask me on the sidelines of my laziness to sit firmly beside him.

Dave took a quick glance at me before he finally refocused on the steering wheel and looked at the road ahead. "Borough Market," he said complete with a typical accent of residents here.

I chuckle amusedly.

This is the second time Dave took me to that place. Dave used to take me with him but only for a moment, when we happened to pass by and look for strawberries. At that time I also smelled the fragrant aroma of one of the sellers there, namely duck confit sandwich in Le Marche du Quartier.

At a fairly cheap price, I was able to enjoy a layer of duck meat between the crisp of bread. Their bread uses a type of ciabatta, so rather crunchy, added french mustard and arugula. It is a paradise of food.

"Where, good?" Dave was curious because since the first bite, I just kept quiet. Chewing without saying anything. "Babies!!" it was her voice that forced me to look at her.

"The taste is finger licking good!" I'm no less excited. Dave laughed out loud at my comment at the time.

How not? Duck meat that is so smooth and soft when bitten, really spoil the tongue. Coupled with its flagship spice that makes the taste even more extraordinary. I don't care how I enjoy eating that one anymore. Messy but content and delicious. Ambiguous? It is like that, haha!

Dave managed to get a parking slot, finally. Because since a few minutes ago we had difficulty getting parking in this area. Burough Market is located in Central London, close to the London Metro Bridge. And not near anymore, but facing.

This place has also stood for over 1000 years! Seriously! Top Hollywood movies like Harry Potter and Bridget Jones have also been filmed here. I'd never get bored if Dave brought me here. Always want again and again.

Dave and I just kept going around the place. Try all kinds of food. It didn't feel like two hours passed so fast. I do not need to go back to college, because there are no more courses that I must follow. Therefore, after the largest food market in the heart of London, Dave again invited me to go somewhere else.

Dave really made me memorize the ins and outs of this city very well. He not only made me fall for him but also made me love this city with its myriad of historical stories.