I Hated Her || JenLisa

Encounter

Jennie

"Where are you right now?! I need your help!" Jisoo shouted over the phone, I pull the device away, my ears ringing at her shriek. 

Never have I hear the shrill stress in her voice before, except for the time she proposed to Rosé a year ago. 

Sighing, I roll my eyes, and turned my focus on the map. 

"I'm in New Delhi, India."

Exasperated, "What are you doing over there? Come back to Australia, this is a more pressing matter." The couple were going to wed in Rosé's country, since Korea wouldn't address same-sex marriage they had no choice but to do it there.

It took them a great deal of time to prepare since most of their colleagues and families (especially Jisoo) was from Korea. 

Crossing my arms, "Really? Picking your hairstyle for the wedding is a national issue?"

I knew Jisoo was flailing her hands right now. 

"Here's your Mango Lassi, what else can I get for you?" The young waitress smiled at me, I had noticed the awe in her eyes as she surveyed my features. 

Smiling at her, "I'm all good. Dhanyavaad."

I watch her leave before I continue my conversation with Jisoo. 

"Have you caught onto her?" Jisoo asks me. 

"No, but I have a lead. There was merchant from the market who had her son lead a Thai woman to some ruins."

"And do you think it's Lisa?" Jisoo questions.

"Yes."

I hear her take a deep breath and I knew that the mother in her would reprimand me again. As what she had done after I packed my things and made my move to look for Lisa two years ago.

"Jen, you've been hopping from country to country chasing the words of different people in hopes of finding Lisa. It's been two years," she deadpans.

Chuckling, I smile briefly to myself.

I've gone to Brazil, Spain, Mexico, China, Japan, Indonesia, Singapore, etc.

It was of course difficult, going back and forth from one country to Korea. I even took a few months off so I could help Jisoo and Rosé with their wedding preparations.

"I think I'm almost close, I can feel it," taking out a book from my bag, I let my fingers flick from page to page absentmindedly staring at the papers.

"Did she call her mom?" I ask, knowing well enough that she didn't. She had no regular schedule on what day or time to call her parents, but whenever she called it was no longer but an hour or less.

"Not this week," I hear the hint of disappointment from her voice. Humming in understanding, she adds, "Why do you follow her trail?"

I never told anyone, maybe because there was no real valid reason.

Chuckling, I stare at the window, trying to find enchantment out of the hot and sticky weather.

"I just want to see where her path has led her to."

"And when you find her? Then, what will you do?" Jisoo prods. 

"Win her back," I finalized, waiting to hear her commentary. I knew it was stupid, it takes a break up for me to realize what I should do. 

"I really don't understand you," Jisoo huffs in disbelief, "Well whatever it is you're doing, know that your father has been throwing a tantrum again asking for his daughter. I have to go, my sister's here."