Belongs to Other Women

The story of Lisa 28

Happy Ramadan and happy reading 💋

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The Still Lisa POV.

Today after college, Dave couldn't pick me up and drive me home to my apartment. Because he had to attend an exhibition that was being held somewhere that I forgot what the name of the place was. This morning he called me and told me the news. I don't mind.

I still remember how to use the tube, the subway. And I still have the cards. So it's easy for me to do all this. From morning until noon, I spent time on campus. Following various courses and scholarships that I have also finally been able to live again.

Cringe crank!!

The bell rang three times, as a sign that the lesson was over. And this business management course is my last class today. I raised my hand and saw the watch that was rising locked tightly on my left wrist. Time has shown one o'clock past thirty minutes.

I missed my lunch during the break so I could finish my pending assignment last night due to my drowsiness.

I quickly tidied up my book and my writing equipment and put it in my bag. Then put the bag on my shoulder. Yes, today I decided to use a backpack.

Out of class, I decided to go to the cafeteria to fill my stomach. Buying some kind of food. Because, this morning oun I did not have time to do breakfast. Even if it's just a bag of bread.

I slowly set my foot in the locker, and left some thick books in there. Then walk back through the hallway after the classroom until finally down the stairs.

"Lisa ... Lisa!!" The sound of someone shouting echoed behind me and suddenly shocked me and looked back. Find the source of the sound.

Many children from other classes also filled the hallway I had passed, making me unable to find a single person I knew. When I decided to go back down the stairs in front of me, suddenly the sound of screaming was once again heard into my ear.

Once again I turned my head and finally found a man panting. Stopped in front of me after previously running and passing through the crowd of other students and students in the hallway. His full name is Thom or Thomas Hamilton.

He held both of his knees with each of his palms. His breath was still sounding. His face also looked down, like he was looking at the floor.

"What's up, Thom?" I was confused to see it. Thom was also one of my classmates. He had the same hobbies as me when I first attended college.

Reads. A hobby I left behind for a long time. What else knows Dave. When I first entered this campus, the first thing I asked was not where my locker was or where the cafeteria was located. Except the library.

I used to spend a lot of time in a room that held dozens, hundreds or even thousands of titles. When I finished college I always visited the quietest place on this campus as well as a place where your brain can open very wide.

A place where all the knowledge you can have for free and gathered into one in that place. I have always admired every book neatly arranged on those sturdy ledger shelves.

"I haven't seen you in the library in a long time." Thom said still with a breath of breath.

"Yes, you really are. But maybe after this I'll go there. I want to read a novel."

"Really?"

I nodded while smiling at him.

"Where are you going now?"

I hesitantly said that I wanted to go to the cafeteria for lunch. Then he said something similar, if he also wanted to have lunch. We both walked together to the cafeteria.

After I bought some food, accompanied by Thom and sat at one corner of the table in the cafeteria room, the two of us didn't say a word at all. Thom and I fell silent, swept away at each other's lunches, though occasionally our eyes lay upon each other and collided.

I don't have many friends at this school and only know a few people. Even who used to be a generation with me, I have rarely met as a result of more than a year I left my college.

Be me alone at this school. Not to mention those who mostly live in school dormitories. It allows them to know many friends. It's different from me living far away in an apartment.

Finished with lunch, Thom and I headed straight to the library. But just before I left my backpack at the front door, 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

🎶

"Sorry inside is noisily forbidden. If he could just use a silent tone," one of the guards said.

"Ah, sorry for a second. Excuse me first. You go first, I have to take this call" I said politely to the library guard and to Thomas.

I rushed out the front door and reached into my pants pocket to see who was contacting me. When I saw Dave. I immediately received that phone call.

"Hallo?"

"Hi, where are you?"

"Em, I'm in front of the library building. Why?"

"On campus?"

"Yes," I said briefly. "Why?"

"Meet me in front" he said casually.

I knit both my eyebrows. "Well, don't you have an exhibition?"

"I'm waiting in front. Muach!" Dave turned off our phone unilaterally, making me wonder what he was doing. Being in front of my current campus, which he should be at the exhibition with his employees.

With quick steps I walked towards the front of my campus and sure enough, I found myself leaning against the car door. Wear more casual clothes but still look formal.

From a distance I also saw him wearing a pair of glasses that he used to use when walking alone with me. Both corners of my lips smiled broadly at her by noon this afternoon.

As I walked towards her, I heard many other students who were being amazed at her. Which they also looked at from a distance.

"Oh my God! That is amazing. I have never seen like that before."

"I admire him so much!!"

"How beautiful is your creation, Oh God!"

There are many other words that the women say. And I don't know why it makes me feel proud to have it. Until finally my steps stopped right in front of him.

"Hey boy! Do you know? Along the way I'm heading to this point, standing here, many women there are amazed by you?" I say with spirit.

"Oh yeah? Trus?"

"We better get going" I suggested.

I slowly hit his chest and he said, "Let all those who are there know that I belong to you." Then Dave shifted his steps and opened the car door for me. I immediately went in and sat quietly.

My lip bit when Dave was walking around the car and got in and sat behind the wheel. We stared at each other before Dave finally stepped on the gas pedal of his car and then drove off, out of my campus area.

"Where is the class today?" ask Dave gently. Sometimes he glanced at me sitting.

"Goodle. Why?"

"You why the hell? On the phone, she also asked why and why. No other questions?" protest Dave.

"I'm confused how are you here now? Is the show finished?"

Dave just took a quick glance at me and told me that the casting show wasn't over. Then before long he turned the steering wheel of his car into a fashion and fashion area that is quite famous.

Then Dave took me out of the car and into the place.

I thought we were just going through but we weren't. Dave asked the waiter to pick out clothes for me.

"Hey, why aren't you the one who chose me?" I'm flailing in Dave's hands.

"Seriously?" His eyes look sparkling.

"Yes, I will wear whatever you choose, as long as it is within the limits of reasonableness. Where are we going anyway until I change clothes?" my chatter starts coming out.

"Secret ...," she answered as she continued to walk between the cabinets to choose clothes for me.

"Why don't you just go back to my apartment? I have a lot of clothes." I protested it again.

It's not just once it's happened. Taoi has been many times and I don't know how many times. Dave always spontaneously invites me to go to events that he thinks are formal. And need me to accompany him.

He also often invites me to gather with his friends. His age is far above me. Dave was not ashamed to introduce me who was standing next to him.

"This time it's formal what do we want to go to?" I grabbed her hand and pulled her.

By the time that happened, he had already gotten a short jumper outfit in his hands. Eventually he asked me to try it and heed my question. I obey.

"It looks really nice on you!" the thrill of seeing me come out of the room fittings.

Then he asked the waiter from the store to pick up the barcode from my shirt and wait for him to make the payment. Dave also told me not to take those clothes back. Well, he asked me to put it on right away.

Take it easy, I think these clothes are very clean from germs, the hands of others who hold them. Because when trying it, the waiters took a new item. So it is safe if I directly use this clothing without having to wash it or soak it with warm water first.

I took the previous clothes to the cashier's table, where Dave sudsh was there holding a woman's jacket. He also gave me the jacket.

"Thanks." -." I can't say anything anymore right now.

This is also one of Dave's traits. He was happy to buy me some clothes. Until one time I had a fight with him just because of a piece of clothing, which he bought for me as a gift from the value of my college assignment that was too perfect for him. Ninety-five or often considered as A+ value.

At that time the plan was, we would do a dinner after he learned the fantastic score from my exam. In the afternoon, he sent a woman to my apartment to dress me up.

I was thinking that this was all too fancy, what else with a make-up artist. Just for a regular dinner. But not until I get another shipment. That's a dress that costs the same as the rental price of my apartment for two months.

Without thinking long. I grabbed my phone and called her. I said that everything she did was a waste of money and did not appreciate me as a woman. But the answer he gave me made me more resourceful.

"It is precisely because I appreciate you that I choose the clothes. Don't look at the price, Babe. It's worth it to you."

Well, that answer was enough to embarrass me and think. And the more days, I get used to all those gifts. Even when he bought me a car.

Audi RS5 Cebriolet, blue, suddenly parked in the basement of my apartment when Dave called and asked me to come down and meet him. It had been two days since I had met him because he was busy out of town.

I was shocked as soon as she kissed me and said happy birthday to me. I never told her when my date of birth was. Then he handed the keys to the car into my hands.

"What's this?" I was half laughing.

"Your birthday gift." He gently said that to the point of making me completely distrustful of what was happening before my eyes.

Of course I hugged him, so I did not feel my tears suddenly fall at that time. Until he wet his shirt. Then he asked me to drive him home in that new car.

My days are changing. Even when I heard the news that my best friend, Tika, did not come to visit even I felt it was okay. Just ordinary. Before that, I was looking forward to his presence here.

Dave really spoils me. It makes my life more beautiful.

Today there is no school schedule that I have to go through. I decided to relax for a while in my bedroom while reading the Sherlock Holmes series of novels that I had not yet finished. Suddenly the sound of my phone 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

🎶

As always, from Dave.

"Hallo?"

"You don't have class today, do you?" ask from across there.

"Nothing, why?"

"By my company, I'll pick you up fifteen minutes."

"Where?"

"My friend's birthday. Just a casual dress. Bye." He disconnected the phone.

I immediately jumped out of my bed, leaving my beloved Sherlock Holmes novel on the bed. Then go to the bathroom to get ready.

It didn't take long, as soon as I finished with my makeup, a short message notification managed to ring on my phone. From Dave.

He said he was already in the basement of my apartment building. A smile expands on my face.

Once again I glazed over, checking my appearance. There will be something that looks strange. As soon as I finished I grabbed the small bag and put my wallet and mobile phone in it.

Spraying perfume and ready to get out my apartment door. Dave who's waiting downstairs.