Belongs to Other Women
The story of Lisa 51
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Pov Fund.
I just dropped my body on the bed. Suddenly, my phone rings. The song Bad Liar by American band Imagine Dragons.
🎶
But I'm a bad wild, bad wild
Now you know
Now you know
I'm a bad wild, bad wild
🎶
Lazily I morogoh the pocket of the pants then took the phone and saw Dave's name on the screen. Just this morning he called me, asking me to go to Bali. See the condition of the village there.
“Why again? Cave has not been nyempe in Bali, tomorrow only cave find ticket—”
“Hi?! Is it true that you are named is Dana?”
(This dialogue I changed to Indonesian, right? Let's be easy, even though this again talks to the hospital in London. So please be wise.*lol)
“Hallo?! Is it true that you are named Dana?” said a woman across the street who interrupted me.
Suddenly I felt confused, then once again glanced at the phone screen. Make sure if it's true that the call is Dave's phone number.
“Sorry who is this? How can my brother's phone number be with you? Where's my brother??” my question was hunting, making me immediately rise from my position on the bed.
My heart suddenly felt uncomfortable, like something was wrong.
“I nurse from St hospital. Thomas’, the owner of this phone on behalf of Dave Winston is in the operating room. Because I just had a traffic accident. So we hope you come here soon.”
Hearing all of that, I suddenly had no idea what else to say other than to say 'yes'. Then the phone was cut off unilaterally from across the street. I'm still dumbfounded, my brain is trying to guess what's going on. Why could Dave have an accident? Because as far as I know, Dave is a very careful person in driving.
For a while I managed to catch my breath, clearing my mind of some strange possibilities that had already dared to cross at this moment. “Stupid!! What the hell is a cave!! That kid must have a spare life. He will definitely not why-why!” I cursed to myself and got back up, immediately stepping out of the apartment to go to St.'s hospital. Thomas’'s.
With a very chaotic mind and an erratic feeling, I drove the car at a moderate speed. However, several times I daydreamed that finally brought my steering wheel turned off the track and then I realized many times.
It took me about thirty minutes to get to that hospital from where I live. Then immediately parked the car, then ran to the IGD to ask where my only brother was.
One of the nurses immediately responded back to what turned out to be the person who had previously spoken to me on the phone. Then he swiftly led me to the front door of the operating room, so that I could wait there.
The nurse also handed over some of Dave's valuables along with a car tow letter from the police. And there it is written clearly if the car was partially completely destroyed.
I thanked the nurse, and she left me in the waiting room alone. My mood is still chaotic. Not done with my boyfriend, now Dave's problem comes back.
Yes, a while ago I just came back from Jakarta to see my boyfriend. And I intentionally fucked her. No, not fucking but I'm playing with her.
It's not my first, because in this city I've played with women I don't even know. Just to vent the lust that I always hold, after meeting my lover.
A while ago, I did that to him. And that was the first for him. I took his crown. Really stupid! I knew clearly that his family would not meet me.
And with that in mind, I took it out, harassing it under the guise of love. Bull!!
I bowed my body and crept my hair tight. The throbbing in my head earlier could not disappear. I finished a bottle of vodka. Usually I can be calmer, but it seems like this news from Dave is really making my head dizzy again.
Both my eyeballs kept on looking at the end of the shiny shoes I was wearing. I shouldn't have worn these shoes to the hospital. Especially to see Dave later. If he saw, he would definitely be angry because he felt that I rivaled him.
Again I exhale trying a way that my beloved has always taught me. He said if when the heart and mind feel heavy, try to take as much oxygen and then exhale permanently and do it repeatedly. Until the heart rate slows down.
I've tried that way now. I have repeatedly done it and it has worked. My mind and heart are calmer now than ever.
Suddenly a pair of legs appeared in front of me. I lifted my head and found a man in a hospital uniform greeting me. “Sorry, are you a patient family on behalf of Dave Winston?”
Spontaneously I held a sitting position and answered while standing and nodding my head. “Iya, my brother. How's Dave doing?” my panic.
“The patient is in stable condition and has passed his critical period. However, we need a blood donor, because the supply in the blood bank is almost depleted.”
The doctor then explained that Dave had to undergo one more operation. And in the process, Dave needs at least three bags of blood. And as I recall, Dave and I have the same blood type.
“Doctor, check me out, I can definitely donate my blood for him,” my insistence thrust myself.
“But we need three blood bags and—”
“Take my blood, Doc. We just live together. There is no one else and no other family members in this town. So please just do it immediately.” This time I said it a little more firmly and seemed pushy. The doctor's face looked like fear.
Without further ado, the doctor immediately took me to a special examination room to donate blood. After waiting for a while, my blood type was declared suitable and in accordance with Dave. Then a needle to donate blood was directly stuck in one of the folds of my hand.
Fresh blood instantly flowed swiftly, filling the empty space on a special pouch to store blood. Several times the nurse instructed the finger movements that I had to follow, for what purpose. I obviously kept following his instructions.
The nurse also explained that it was impossible for her to take two more bags of blood on me, because my current situation was not very stable. And he also found out that my condition had only been swallowing liquor for a few hours.
However, I don't know why that explanation makes me emotional. Which finally, with one hand I gripped his uniform until the nurse was suffocated in shock.
“Say, what's your name?!” hisisku was full of anger.
“Ri—Rivani!” his answer was stammered with a trembling tubhh.
I pulled a grip on his uniform, so inevitably he moved his body forward. “Denger yes ... Take this blood until enough! If you need as much. And don't tell anyone about my body condition!!”
“Ta-tapi—”
“No! There's no reason whatsoever. If my brother is short of blood. You will suffer the consequences!” hiss again interrupted his words. “Pahm?!”
I keep on yelling at him. Now one bag of blood is full, followed by a second bag of blood. As soon as it was almost full, both of my eyes started to feel dizzy. But I quickly scratched my own cheek so I could stay awake.
Nurse Rivani keeps doing her job as I please. Even he helped me to fake about my health condition this time. Until it does not feel three blood bags are full.
The nurse also gave me a can of pure milk to disguise my bad breath which turned out to sting when I was talking close. Whether the doctor realized it or not. The important thing is now that I can breathe with relief, because Dave can use my blood as he needs it.
After all that drama, I sat back in the waiting room at the surgery door to wait for news from the doctor who handled it earlier. Waiting about the condition of the only family I have. Suddenly, my phone rings again.
🎶
But I'm a bad wild, bad wild
Now you know
Now you know
I'm a bad wild, bad wild
🎶
I picked it up and found my lover's name on the screen. But I suddenly also felt lazy to accept it. Because at least, he must have called just to ask for news or other unimportant things.
Especially if she's already talking about her virginity. I'm sick of hearing it!
She is indeed beautiful, can even be said to be very charming. Coupled with the shape of his body that always makes my little brother stand upright.
Months of being in a relationship with the status of dating or this lover is enough to make my head dizzy. Because every time I meet, I always try to resist my desire not to touch him.
But no matter what entered my mind, until the last time I met him a few days ago, I became uncontrollable. Not just because of his family who always seemed to not want to see me. But also because of her who also suddenly felt changed for me.
He became more possessive, even after a few times I enjoyed his body, his possessiveness became more and more so and sometimes it made no sense. And all that I've been feeling these past few days.
But I also can not deny, if the smooth body was very indat. The throbbing and the pulling at the bottom made me feel like I was floating. So delicious.
Not to mention the sweet taste on her lips that made opium for me to continue sipping on her. The smell of the body, the firmness of the body, the sigh and also the look of his face while enjoying all the rhythms that I channeled. Until finally his body shook violently to receive the reaction I gave. I really like it at times like that.
Yes, I remember the last time we met in the hotel room I stayed in there.
She bit her own lips and closed both eyes as I peeked at her neck. At first he did not sigh, only his gust of breath sounded greedy in my ears.
Then when I lowered the kiss to sweep the rest of his body, then his mouth passed the sign of pleasure. Which brings my adrenaline back.
I remember that day very well. The day he had done it so many times with me the day before. Then it was as if as a farewell to both of us and we did it back. Many times we have reached the breaking point.
The sweat we produced at that time seemed to be proof that I was satisfied with him and vice versa. He said that I was the first for him and I knew that, I proved it myself.
But in his way of serving me, he seemed to have been an expert at it. It always makes me excited. And again if I remember all those events, spontaneously this head will hurt. Maybe this is how tormenting a man if he restrains his lust.
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Some time passed and I didn't know how long I had been asleep in this waiting room until someone patted me on the shoulder. I blinked my eyes many times and found a young female doctor in front of me.
“Sorry, are you Mr family party. Winston?” askinya. I nodded half-conscious. Then glanced around me which turned out there were several other men who were also sitting waiting. Probably waiting for news of his family, just like me.
“What is the condition of my brother?” I asked with a typical hoarse voice to wake up.
“Let's come with me. Mr. Winston just moved us to the inpatient room. And an hour ago the operation was completed perfectly. His condition is stable now. Just waiting for the patient siuman.” This woman sauntered in front of me while I stepped behind her.
When viewed from the clothes that this woman was wearing, it did look like a doctor but I could not find her identification. Until I could just keep quiet who nodded his head every time he asked me to talk.
We arrived at the door of a room, which he then opened and invited me in. My eyes caught a man wrapped in his body to his face. I stepped closer and recognized the two closed eyes.
He is Dave, my brother. As I see it now, he seems to be suffering a lot. I don't know what caused the accident until it happened.
The day after, Dave finally came to his senses. He opened both his eyes. Makes me feel very happy. Until the day we went through both. Just the two of you. I accompanied him every day in the hospital. Serving food and drink, acting like a brother and sister. It makes me closer to him.
To this day, it's time for Dave to open all the bandages that are wrapped around his body.
“Do I look terrible?” he asked me a moment after a nurse managed to open the bandage on his face.
I shook my head, then a doctor who a few days ago took me to this room, handed Dave a mirror. So that Dave can see his own face.
“Only a few car glass scars. You don't have to worry about that,” said the woman's doctor again. And right, Dave's face is okay, just a little scratch.
Dave looks happy. But suddenly the doctor asked Dave to stand on his own with his feet. The opposite happened, Dave had difficulty moving it. Until he had to lift himself one by one with his hands.
“Do not be forced!” scold the doctor I don't know his name yet. “You need to follow the recovery process and also a series of exercises in order to get back to running.”
Dave shed his tears. I can't see his current condition. Then the doctor again explained some of the processes that Dave had to go through for the next few days.
“I make sure, you can go back running. Because all this just needs regular exercise. The nerve muscles in Your legs are only experiencing shock due to the impact and piercing that You experienced when the accident occurred.”
There was not a single sentence that Dave uttered, until the doctor finished examining and explaining all the activities that Dave had to do starting from tomorrow. To restore function a second time as before.
“You are sure my sister can return to normal walking?” I asked after I got out of Dave's room with the doctor.
“Of course. It could even be faster if excited to take that exercise class.”
“Sorry, it looks like I have to ask something that is far off from the condition of my sister.” I looked at the two glistening eyes of the female doctor.
“Please, what is it?” The doctor's smile is so charming.
“Who is your name? Uh! Sorry!” Slowly I fell silent and then a few seconds later I closed my eyes in shame to have done that to a doctor at this hospital.
The doctor smiled sweetly at me, then thrust his right hand to invite me to shake hands. “I'm Doctor Pillow, surgeon. I'm also the one who handled your brother while in the operating room.”
I gladly welcomed her hand, but not to shake it, but rather to kiss the back of her hand then said, “It is nice to know you and thank you for doing your best for my brother.”
Doctor Pillow's face seemed blushed I treated it that way. 'It's easy to trap the women in this city, ' my inner self.
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Hello lohha 😝
It started to appear this part of Dana the great psychopath 🤣
Previously in some parts I have given spoilers about Dana whose nature is uncertain. Sometimes it can be A, sometimes B and so on.
Trus I've also told you a little about Dana's childhood which is why she's a cake now. The point is, Dana is a 'player', likes to play girls to cover her biological needs.
Truss for the next chapter, I will still use some of your names, as victims of this Dana. So sorry if you do not like 😂 trus for those who do not like later can contact me via IG, such as do not like his name dipake with a girl character that I made, may ask for a change. 🙏🤣
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