Belongs to Other Women

The story of Lisa 22

The Still Lisa POV.

Along the way to my office, I just kept quiet and busy looking at the tall buildings that stood firmly on the edge of the road. Not once did I turn my head to look at Dave's face.

My heart is still beating because of his behavior earlier. I don't know what prompted him to do that to me. Too rough and too brutal.

I exhaled my breath many times. Then suddenly Dave's fingers slid to touch my upper arm, I quickly pulled my arm and I kept the distance between us.

Finally, the car took me in front of my office building. Without saying thank you or saying thank you, I opened the car door myself and then went straight out of there. Closing the door and stepping into my office building. Without turning around to see his face.

I don't know. I feel very emotional right now. So draining of energy. I immediately headed to my desk and dropped my ass on my very soft work chair. Relying on my body and then taking a breath and exhaling while closing both my eyelids. Breathe slowly as usual.

'Why are all men the same. Always treating the lady at will, 'my mind is upset.

Then I tried to focus on my work. Until finally my work hours are over. And go home to my apartment as usual.

I threw my body in the middle of the bed when I got to my room. Staring at the ceiling while the brain is thinking to and fro. I sighed, exhaling it along with the heavy feeling that was on my shoulders.

Too soon I decided to rate Dave as a good guy. Similarly, when I judged Max as the man I adored, at first. Maybe all these guys are basically the same. Only I as a woman was too stupid.

Just because of the pleasure, then I said Dave was good. Just because she kissed me on the forehead after I finished the relationship, then I thought it was different from Max. I throw my breath away again. I was so stupid.

I did not feel my eyes began to get tired and slowly closed, entering a dreamland that was much more able to calm me down.

🎶

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

🎶

Suddenly my phone rings. The sound of the Maroon 5 song was really able to make me blink my eyes quickly. With my consciousness still fifty percent, I confirmed my seat. Opening my bag that was on the bed next to my body. Then take that phone.

Tika's name was written on my phone screen. I immediately shifted the green button listed on the screen of this smart phone.

"Hallo?"

Tika asked me what I said that I was okay. My relationship with him is still very good. It's just the last few days I haven't contacted him. And vice versa.

"Yes, the cave already lives in the apartment. Did ya? When?"

He also said that he would come here soon, see me. We also discussed another thing where Tika said that she has a boyfriend now.

"Finally ..you have a girlfriend too. Pantesan no cave link these days. We also used to chat." I started teasing her and then I went back to breaking my body again.

It's been a long time that I've been with Tika talking to each other, treating our longing. Telling each other's lives now, lived alone, not together. It doesn't feel like it's eleven o'clock in the evening. I said goodbye to Tika at that time. Apologizing for ending our conversation. Because I need to get some rest. I didn't tell him I already had a job here.

Anyway what did I say that for? I will never know how to fight for my own life. And I'm sure, for a kid like Tika, he doesn't have to bother looking for a job. He will be easier to work in the company of his late father.

"Yes, yes, Tik. We'll continue next time. Congratulations to his new girlfriend." I ended the phone call after hearing Tika's reply.

I threw my phone in any direction on the bed. For a moment to exhale and then get back up from the bed, sitting straight with both of my legs hanging to the floor. I looked around me and opened my bag. Take a pack of my cigarettes.

Then I got up and walked towards the balcony of my room. While leaning my butt against the wall of the balcony railing, I opened my cigarette pack and lit it. Enjoying the suction for the suction that can sweep my head away. It makes me feel calm, even if only for a moment.

***

I spent weeks, returning to my usual daily life. Go to the office in the morning and then come back to the apartment. Then sleep as usual, sometimes even I spend hours to enjoy my cigarettes.

Release the fatigue in my brain. I felt like I was living in an uncertain sense. It's like I don't know what my life is going to be like right now.

Dave also no longer called me after the incident that afternoon. A brief introduction to her made my heart really hurt. And the pain is only felt now.

And suddenly my phone rings tonight.

🎶

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

🎶

I immediately turned off my cigarette, then stepped back into the room, to reach for the thin object on the nightstand, next to my bed. Kimmy's name is on my phone screen.

"Hallo?" I said after sliding the green button off my phone screen.

Kimmy was my partner. He's a lot older than me. She is not a hard worker or the type of woman who wants to work just because she needs money. No, Kimmy doesn't need the money, his life's enough. Even her husband was a successful worker. Kimmy works only because of a demand from her in-laws.

"Can, where? All right, I'll be there. No need, I'll go alone" I said.

After the phone ended, I immediately walked towards the bathroom to clean myself up. Kimmy's call was an invitation. She invited me to dinner with her and other office friends.

There is no special event. The dinner plan was already scheduled. They set it up themselves, once a month. Because almost all the employees in my office are married. Many also married young. They need an event like that. And I just went along.

After dressing up and re-sticking myself in front of the mirror for the last time. I immediately took my hanging coat and put it on. Get ready to go to a restaurant close to my office.

And as usual, I used the tube as my means of transportation. It didn't take long for me to get to where Kimmy meant to be.

I slowly pushed the door of the restaurant, and searched for Kimmy and the other friends. They waved their hands at me from a table located in one corner of this room. I returned their hands. Walking closer while releasing my own coat.

Kimmy flicked her hand, "Ah, we've arrived too, too" he said softly.

"Already, Lis, you just go straight, what to eat. We're-we're pesen." Jessica handed me her menu book.

Without a refusal, I immediately welcomed the menu book and Jessica helped me to call a waiter. I said my order to the waiter who moved his hand while taking notes. Then after finishing ordering, the waiter read once again the contents of my order.

"Yes, right. Thank you" I said to the waiter, returning the menu book to him.

"thank you. Please wait," said the waiter lightly.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting, our dishes were served right in front of each of us.

I'm actually starting to hate this show. Yeah, not the wrong show, but myself. I was too traumatized to enjoy such a gathering. Eat together at a table, then sit in the same place while talking. Discussing the men, couples or the role of the husband while in bed.

Then me?

I can only smile if I've discussed the issue of 'husband', because I'm not married!

It's not just that. If a gathering of women had already taken place, they would also definitely talk about jewelry. Gold necklaces, silver bracelets even to diamond-encrusted rings.

Then me?

Again, I can only smile when talking about possessions, because I still work in someone else's company.

Not like those who work just as a side.

Fate!!!

I'm not jealous, am I!

I just feel inferior to the lifestyle of the people around me. They can easily get everything. They easily talked about it, without any anxiety shackling them.

While me?

I had to slam my bones to get all that. Even getting a confession is hard for me. I smiled wryly, lamenting the bitterness of my life.

"Lis, what are you from earlier? By dong!" reprimanding one of the division friends in my office, Vanilla, made me turn my head and again showed a bland smile from the corner of my lips.

Waitaminute! Wait a minute, buddy? Is he really my friend? No, he doesn't deserve to be my friend right now because of his attitude. Not today!

"Liat deh, my husband bought this diamond, but just fought a few days ago." Vanilla raised her hand and revealed a piece of jewelry that was coiled around her ring finger, inscribed with a white diamond that glistened so beautifully.

I smile wryly seeing that again. I'm starting to get caught up. What else when he found Kimmy who did not want to lose heard the story of Vanilla's diamond ring.

"Dih ... New also diamond. I dong, immediately told to choose what kind of bag Heremes. Look at him sending the photos. He's in Paris now, just a phone call when I didn't pick up this afternoon, Say!!" Kimmy is excited to tell her husband who often travels abroad for official travel.

I was forced to smile again listening to him, grabbing a glass of my drink containing half the wine. I looked at him with one gulp.

It's always like this every month. I always just listen to their complaints even their arrogance. Not to mention the story of the Sandra household, which always ends with a bed scene every night with her husband. Romantic, but is life after marriage always that sweet?

Or are they the only ones lucky to have a sweet life?

I don't know..My brain is always messed up if the meeting with them ends.

Half drunk, I walked slowly along the outside wall where we had eaten. The three of them had already gone home since a few minutes ago, picked up by their respective husbands. And now I'm alone trying to walk down this street into the subway aisle.

Suddenly I stumbled, as a result of my less careful footsteps. I fell to the floor, almost kissing my dirty cement floor. But unexpectedly, when I was about to stand up a helping hand surprised me.

I immediately raised my face higher than before, but it was useless. In the dim light of the lamp, it made it a little difficult to see his face clearly. But I'm concerned about the shape of his face, because right now I need help.

Without hesitation, I grabbed her hand that felt like a man's hand and immediately pulled it, in order to make me stand up and ask her to help me get my bag that had slipped off my shoulder.

When that happened, the breeze seemed to bring the smell of the man's body into the cavity of my nose. The smell of the man I knew. Then a split second then suddenly just ...

THE CUP!!!

The man landed his lips perfectly on mine. Slowly moving to smack my lips until tucked his tongue between my lips. Enter through my mouth until I get acquainted with my tongue.

I got carried away with the atmosphere until he finally let go of our lip link. Then whispered in my ear, "That's how to thank the truth for being helped."

As soon as I heard that sentence, I smiled broadly. I remember very well the voice of this man. The man who disappeared a few weeks ago has gone nowhere. I chuckle in my drunkenness.

"Where is the apology? I wait for it to disappear!" I said in a disjointed voice.

"I'm sorry. I lost control." The man said softly in my ear. "I promise I won't do it again." He peeped my cheek.

When the man pulled his body, I suddenly grabbed him by the neck, and with passion I kissed him again. Sucking his thick lips and sipping his wild tongue. I could hear him chuckling.

"Bring me home, my head's dizzy." I begged her after I gave her that hot kiss.

"If I'm not around, how will you go home?"

I smiled, "Look, I just need to call you, so you can pick me up here immediately."

He snorted, "Basic naughty!"

The man then lifted my body, like a bridal style. Took me to the basement and to his car, and put me in the front seat of his car.

Now I can see his face, because the light in the parking basement is very bright. After closing my door he half ran around his car and opened the other door to sit behind the steering wheel.

"Would you like to go home to your apartment or to my apartment?" licking it with a tone of voice teases me.

I looked at him with the ability of my eyes that stayed a few more watts. "So much as you go anywhere, as long as you're polite." After saying those words, I closed my eyes.