Belongs to Other Women

The Lisa 50

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The Still Lisa POV.

The day changed I went through with a forced and forced myself. Because I still have to finish my studies right now. Some of the scars and scratches on my face and body have also improved. There were even some that had already disappeared without leaving a trace.

Then for some of the gift items from Dave, some I still use as usual. Like a bag, some clothes and also a car as a facility for me to go to college. Not shameless, it's just that at first I felt natural to use everything, but over time I became uncomfortable myself.

Not to mention about my education, no one knows if my student lecture at the beginning of moving here had been revoked a few years ago. When I would rather work for money than study.

But since I was with Dave, he told me to quit my job and instead he's been paying my tuition until graduation, so I can be a little quiet right now. At least I don't need to quit college anymore because the dizziness will pay off in what way.

Slowly I started again trying to find a part-time job to finance my daily living needs. As for the debit and credit cards that Dave gave me, they're still in my wallet, just that I don't use them anymore. I don't want to use the money for my daily needs. And actually, he had also never asked for his item to be returned until this very second.

Until I don't feel like time is passing. Day change day. Weeks changed and a few months passed. Dave never came to visit me again. Not even to call me anymore. I never tried to see him either, until I never heard from him again.

Throughout the classes I took from the morning, my brain could not concentrate. I always remember Dave. Especially when I see some male lecturers who wear neat suits, complete with suits or tuxedos, always make me remember him. So many times I was caught daydreaming in class. How humiliating!

Finally, the class ended during the day. I casually stepped out of the classroom after finishing putting some books into the bag.

“Lisa!!” Shouted someone I knew who owned this voice. And she is Julia. He ran up to me.

“Tonight Cila ngadain party at his house, you want to follow gak?” take Julia.

Like I said before, on party business, Julia was never absent. He was always there at every event held by friends at this campus.

“Not first huh? I was less excited today. It wants to go home aja trus tiduran,” my efforts to fix it.

“Nice! Yes, that's it. I'm going to salom first. Bye!” he stepped into his parked car right next to my car.

With a sweetly knotted smile on both corners of these lips, I waved my hand while accompanying her departure just like that. I stare at the back of the car until it disappears at the intersection of the campus gate.

I suddenly thought about passing through Dave's apartment right now. Just passing through, not to visit him. I just want to make sure that he's still there and not lost to the earth. That'sthat's all.

Because from the last time I rejected his proposal and had a big fight, he was never heard from again. Like I thought, he just disappeared.

At moderate speed I crossed the street in front of the apartment building. A place that a few months ago I still often visited and also became the last place that caused a wound in this heart. In front of the building was still as it used to be and there was not a single figure of someone there that resembled Dave.

I turned around, trying once again to cross the tall building. And as soon as I was about to go back across, from a distance was seen a car coming out of the parking lot on the side of the road. I quickly stepped on the gas pedal of the car heading to that place and parked this car.

From across the street, I looked at the building. Looks lonely and maybe Dave is not in his apartment room, because this still includes working hours. I took a voracious breath and exhaled slowly while looking up at the height of the building.

Then I was determined to return all the things he had given me, once I got a side job later.

I think enjoying the education he gave me was enough. I need to get back to my old life so I can be more independent. It doesn't depend on him or anyone else.

And he .. maybe he should go back to his wife. I hope that with my efforts to forget him, he can also forget me. Forgetting a lowly woman like me who is nothing.

I had intended to contact him, but I immediately paused the intention and I immediately got back in the car and threw my phone into the seat at the side. I'd better go home and find a job. In order not to drag on too long in this condition.

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I spent two hours in vain writing a job application letter. Just thought to me, why don't I just type on the laptop and send the cover letter by email? Wouldn't it be easier and more efficient to save costs for me?

Lately my brain seems to be moving slower than usual, because of what I become more often lose focus in doing things.

Then I started looking for some vacancies on job search sites on the internet. Make a draft and send it to several small companies. I deliberately looked for vacancies in small companies that needed employees my age, so that I could negotiate about working hours and not interfere with my college hours. Finally my phone rings.

🎶

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

🎶

Immediately I stood up from the bed to approach my phone that I had deliberately placed on the dresser, then looked at the screen to check who was contacting me at this time. The phone was from Tika. I smiled at the name that was written.

“Hallo?” my mouth then stopped my activities.

“Again where you?” tika shouted from across there. Long time no hear his voice makes my heart feel a little miss him.

“In the apartment, where else if it was this afternoon?”

“Oalah, kirain again cemiwiw same lover pujaan hati.” Tika laughed out loud while I just smiled wryly.

I don't know why this time I felt like he was mocking me. Laughing at my life that was never as lucky as him. His laughter sounded very mocking to me. I really wanted to turn off the phone and I regretted taking the call this time.

“Gue is busy again, if not too important can be through chat, Tik. Sorry!”

“Eh! Uh! Wait for dong! I don't know if it's important or not for you. What is clear, cave mandatory ngabarin.” Tika sounds serious.

“Apaan?”

“That I sent you a photo of the invitation. Max gets married next month. Trus mamah mama Reza, you can go home if you want. And Reza will send her ticket,” Cerocos Tika who just keeps talking across there non-stop.

YOEGG!!!

My heart stopped clucking for a few seconds, when I heard Tika say that Max was getting married. What about the woman who used to be with Tika in her Instagram?

“Lis ... Lisa?” call Tika across there.

“Ah, yes? om Reza hasn't said anything to me. Maybe not yet?” kilahku.

Indeed, several times my om-ku asked, do I want a vacation home to Indonesia or stay here. But I always refused. Last time he called me was about a week ago. It was just asking me how I was doing and sending me some pocket money.

Indeed, om Reza always send me his monthly 'fatah', but I always feel less for my daily expenses here. Especially if later I have started to return all the expensive items given from Dave. And I have to start preparing for all that, right?

“Maybe Reza forgot. But yesterday he said he'd send you a ticket for Max's show. Yes, I'm going to take a shower first. Bye!” he then disconnected this phone.

I sighed, I could not lie to this heart. First love is always the sweetest but not necessarily the last. No matter how much I resist and try to forget, in the deepest corner of this heart there will always be a small part for her. And I don't know when that little part of me will take care of.

It was already late at night, the sky outside my room slowly began to dim. I turned myself on my back on the bed, staring at the ceiling of this room. Enjoying a gust of wind that alternately entered my room, through the balcony door that I deliberately left open from the beginning.

Then suddenly Dave's shadow came back. His smile, his laughter, even the look on his face while sulking was so much that it made me anxious about him. But, as soon as I remembered Dave, I also at once recalled all his attitude that fooled me.

Which woman would be fooled?

And when I felt such a deep heartache, she was even that easy to propose to me. He really couldn't put the situation.

I got out of bed and opened a drawer that was right next to my bed. Take a box and take it to sit with me in the middle of this bed.

I slowly closed the box. Which is what some of Dave's stuff gives. The last shoes I wore, the little hat of a typical English woman, jan hand, a necklace with a heart-shaped pendant, some tickets to tourist attractions and even a diamond ring that he last gave me.

Not feeling both corners of my lips perfectly drawn, producing a smile that I had not done for a long time. Especially after seeing a pair of flip-flops and also a bandage that I deliberately left one, as a reminder of the beginning of my story with him.

I took the ring and turned back to look at the diamond that became the crown of the ring and then slowly inserted the ring on my ring finger. It's beautiful! So glittering and the size fits perfectly on that finger.

Slowly my tears flowed. Do I deserve to regret everything and go back begging for love from her?

Or is this feeling just a fear returning to my hard and destitute life?

Then I slowly lowered the fingers I was looking at and looked at the balcony door of my room. Exhaling slowly. “I should forget about it ...,” muttered.

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