Belongs to Other Women

The story of Lisa 7

Max POV's.

I closed the door to my room after a little argument with my youngest brother earlier. I immediately threw my body into the middle of the bed and closed my eyes for a while, before taking a shower. At first glance my memory again floated on Lisa's attitude earlier at her home. I've never seen him like that. And he shouldn't have done that to me, didn't he realize that I was the brother of a friend? It's not worth it if he behaves like that, what else if Tika finds out. They could fight.

But wait, what kind of thought is this? It's not worth thinking about this. I straightened my body to get out of bed and sit on the edge. I went back to looking at myself, trying to remember again, what is all that happened today because of my actions? What have I done? I don't think there is one bit of my excessive attitude. I didn't tease him, nor did I talk to him.

I immediately got out of my bed, then sighed violently. I went to the bathroom to clean my body.

After getting dressed, I decided to sit in the backyard. Relax for a moment and start a cigarette. Enjoying every breath and puff of that cigarette smoke, while calming my mind. However, it was not the calmness I had but a feeling that could not be described with words. It was too bad and I don't understand.

Sitting leaning against the poolside lounger, I looked at the flickering stars above. With a very small but beautiful sparkle, so charming. And in my age now, what this old man can say makes me realize one thing. It's love.

A couple who should have accompanied me. I did approach women a lot, but all of that was just as a friend, nothing more. And nothing could interest me. "Well, am I gay?" I muttered in surprise and then sat back up straight. I folded my legs to sit cross-legged on the chair. Enjoying cigarettes.

The shadow of Lisa's face flashed, making me shudder in shock at getting the shadow. Then my mind floated back, thinking back to when Lisa suddenly attacked me for kissing me then as she hugged with her heart beating so hard that I could feel all that. But I still think of him as just a sister, nothing more. Might as well.

I don't know, this heart is suddenly worried if it remembers it again. Our age is indeed very far away, only I have not been able to ascertain what kind of turmoil this feeling is?

I sighed again, put the cigarette on the ashtray and then leaned back. With both hands I raised and folded as my head rested. Close your eyes for a moment of thought when the atmosphere is calm.

Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder slowly. It made me re-open my eyes and look around and find my little sister who was standing right next to me.

"Why?" ask me with a sharp look.

"I'm hungry." Tika said while stroking the surface of her stomach. I admit, his age is already big, it is enough to find his own food in the kitchen or even try to find bi Mince and ask him to cook. But unfortunately my sister this one is not that kind of child. She prefers to interrupt her brother's rest.

I turned to sit down and dropped my feet on the floor, back on my footwear. While Tika immediately slumped sitting next to me with her pursed mouth, pouting. "You can find yourself in the refrigerator, what you can eat there." I proposed him so he could be independent and stop spoiling me.

"I want to eat outside" she asked and looked at me. I furrowed my brows and looked at the watch that was still sealed on my arm. It was almost 11pm and he asked to eat outside. This is a bad habit. Yep! That habit that was passed down to him.

"You have money? I don't want to pay." I made excuses so that he wouldn't ask me to accompany him out of the house this time. But it turns out my trick is useless, he has come to me first with his wallet and mobile phone. Then forced me to accompany him which finally complied with his request.

After I took my wallet and my phone and put it in my pants pocket. We walked into the garage through the kitchen door then opened the garage door, pulled out a scooter. We have agreed to use this vehicle, because the place we are headed is not too far away. Just near the housing complex.

I asked Tika to wear a helmet as her headguard, even if she just went to the front of the compound. So do I.

"Where are you going with Lisa?" tika asked shortly after I sat down beside her by proposing a piece of mineral water. We decided to sit in a mat room placed by the brother of the sate vending cart on the side of the road.

He continued to stare far into the dock, towards the highway that has now begun to seclude. "Lisa likes you, Max!" it was her determination that made me flinch!

I looked at Tika from the side, her cleavage also moved her head and looked at me. "I've known for a long time that he likes you. But it is always denied. To this day, several times I have seen him watching you from afar. That's why I give you guys time."

I couldn't say anything more, too shocking for my heart. Because it's actually what I've been afraid of for a long time. Even a few minutes ago.

"I don't know what happened between you guys after I finished talking to Lisa on your phone. Obviously, Lisa said she needed some time to do it herself. And it's not usually Lisa." Tika exhaled her breath.

"A—aku,"

"I don't know and I don't want to know what happened between you. But I'm just asking for one thing from you. Don't give him hope if you can't make it go ahead. Whatever it is!" Tika increasingly affirms every sentence he says. Which all of those sentences are completely logical. But inwardly? Feelingly?

I looked down at both ends of my big toes. Feeling guilty about my attitude towards Lisa at home. I have not had time to say anything, even to touch his heart I did not neglect, then would all that also hurt his heart?

I thought not, because then he might forget me. And once again I emphasize, it's not!

Then what am I supposed to do?

Slowly I devoured the plate of satay that was previously given by the merchant's brother. With my brain still floating, thinking about Lisa's condition that was not good because of my actions earlier.

***

When dawn came, I was still lying under the soft white blanket that accompanied me every night. I slowly opened my eyes because of the bright light coming through the window, whose curtain had forgotten I closed last night. Due to being too tired. It is not my body that is tired, but my soul.

I held up my position to get up and lean on the head of the bed. Then look straight ahead, towards the wall of the room made of glass. Shows a view of the swimming pool with green plants out there. From my position to sit now, it is clear that the air out there must feel very cool and comfortable.

Then I tried to get out of my bed, look at the clock and the pictures on the wall that I suddenly wanted to destroy. Know why I spontaneously wanted to do that? Because my brain doesn't stop thinking about that woman. The woman who became my sister's best friend, who often met me in this house.

At a glance, I recalled all of Tika's words last night. One word at a time I try to understand and I look for the meaning. And now I understand that love can arise only out of habit.

Accustomed to seeing, accustomed to hearing, accustomed to worship and even accustomed to circumstances.

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