I'm Not a High School Boy
CHAPTER 32: Rafael's Mask-Opening Dinner

"Please, Miss Kanaya, Mr. Adrian, Mrs Clara, and Miss Nabila. Mr. Reynard is waiting for you."

Juan, Reynard's secretary was standing by to greet Gisel's entourage who had come because Rey had invited them to dinner.

Clara and Nabila had not stopped amazed. They look very happy. It seemed, they had never been to a place like this.

While Ian who from earlier held Gisel's hand looked calmer. He was not interested in the surrounding scenery.

"Is he hungry?" asked Gisel on their way to the table Rey had ordered.

The boy nodded his head. Apparently, Ian was only interested in his food.

"Then order a lot of food, yes" said Gisel again.

This time, Ian nodded excitedly. His smile immediately expanded on his face.

From a distance, Gisel could see Rey standing waiting for their arrival at the door of a room that seemed to be a special VIP room. His clothes are quite formal with his suit. Though this was just dinner to show Clara something.

After several days of observing Rafael and Clara, Rey and Gisel plan something to put Clara in doubt. This was the way that Gisel had thought of Rafael to get away from Clara. And this dinner was included in their plan.

"It doesn't have to be this fancy, does it?" whispered Gisel to Rey as soon as they got closer.

With ease, Rey replied, "We have to give our best to convince the audience."

Gisel snorted softly at Rey's reply.

"Thank you, Mr. Reynard has invited us to dinner in this luxurious place" Clara said as soon as they were in their seats.

Once again, Rey replied with a casual attitude. "Don't do it, Mama-in-law. Just call me Reynard."

Gisel's eyeballs almost popped out of place as Rey told Clara. "Since when has he had such a sweet speaking ability?," she said.

Looking at Clara who blushed because of Rey's remark made Gisel glance sharply at Rey who was sitting next to him.

Rey simply smiled back at Gisel's gaze, then said to Clara again. "Since Kanaya and I got engaged, we've never had a dinner like this. I'm sorry that the engagement happened all of a sudden."

"It's okay. Don'worry. I understand Mr. Sorry ... Reynard must have been busy with his work" Clara replied.

"When, how was your school? Is there a problem?" asked Rey suddenly.

I just didn't seem interested in being there. As soon as he saw Rey, the look on her face changed. It seems Nabila is still angry at Rey for punishing her friend.

"B-good, Sir. T-no problem," answered Nabila nervously because he was suddenly spoken to.

"Reynard. Call me Reynard if we're not in school. I'm going to be your sister-in-law anyway, right?" Rey said.

Nabila showed her forced smile.

"I'm very grateful that you've kept my secret in school" Rey continued.

Nabila started to frown. "It's also not what I want to keep a secret."

Rey smiled at him. Rey once told him she did ask Juan to include the requirements for Nabila not to talk about anything about her current status, or he would make Nabila get into trouble while at school. Anyway, Rey is her school teacher. The threat was quite successful.

"Haha ... If you need any help at school, you can call me, Nabila," Rey said.

Nabila still did not respond to it. Clara almost scolded Nabila because she was worried that Rey would be offended by Nabila's attitude. But Rey beckoned him to let her.

"Do you think this will work? Will Clara believe it?" whispered Gisel.

"Don't worry. Clara may be sneaky, but she is a short-minded person. He's easy to influence" Rey replied.

Their dinner went pretty well. Rey made Clara feel relaxed first before she let go of her storm. He said, if we want someone to feel something amazing, we have to make him feel the opposite first. Because when the mood changes suddenly, it's more about the taste.

Gisel doesn't understand Rey's babbling intent. He thinks Rey is just bragging. But it didn't.

"Oh, that's .." exclaimed Gisel pointing at Rafael who had just walked into the restaurant along with a beautiful woman.

They look very friendly. The woman continued to hold Rafael very tightly. They laughed together even Rafael kissed him affectionately. It is clear that they are lovers.

Clara was surprised when she turned her back and saw Rafael, but then turned back and instantly calmed down as if nothing had happened. But at first glance Clara still looks not calm.

Gisel played his lips to hide the corners of his lips that were being lifted up. "The meat has been eaten" he thought.

Since then, Clara has been unsettled. Once twice he took the opportunity to see Rafael. Dropped the spoon or napkin, then turned to the man. For a few seconds, it was enough for Clara to make sure that the man was the Rafael she knew.

Several times, Rey invites Clara to talk, asking her things that are stale enough to make Clara nervous.

"Is Mama-in-law okay?" asked Rey.

"Ah, yes, I'm fine. Sorry, I went to the toilet for a while" Clara replied as she moved away from her seat.

Long enough Clara was in the bathroom, or maybe not. Gisel could see Kanaya's stepmom peering over the wall. Gisel's laughter almost escaped from seeing that.

"Sir Aya ..."

Focusing too much on Clara's stupid behavior, Gisel was almost surprised when Ian's hand slapped his arm slowly. "Sir Aya, can you ask for that again?," whispered Ian to Gisel as he pointed to the bowl of ice cream he had just spent.

"certain. You want a lot?" asked Gisel. His eyebrows continued to move upwards and showed off his teasing smile.

Ian of course nodded happily.

Not long after Rey asked them to bring her a large bowl of ice cream, Clara returned to her seat. His face looks very upset. The phone in his hand was held tightly. Before putting it on the table, he checked it for a moment.

Apparently, Clara's trying to reach Rafael. But as long as Gisel observed it, the man did not touch his phone at all. That means Rafael's phone is in a state of silence or maybe he doesn't activate it.

"Your great art can make Rafael ignore his phone" whispered Gisel.

"He's not an artist" Rey replied briefly.

Gisel's eyes immediately widened. Slowly he looked towards Rey. The man was still staring straight at Rafael.

"His sister was once a victim of Rafael. She's pregnant, and Rafael doesn't want to take responsibility, then kills himself. I promised her to avenge her sister for Rafael, so she'll help me today."

For a guy like Rafael, a story like this should be no surprise. But Gisel remains shocked mixed with Rey's story. People like Rafael treat women as objects. That's also what Gisel felt when Rafael abused him.

"The next person is also not an artist," continued Rey again who made Gisel think, this time what else.

Just when Ian's ice cream came, that's when a young woman with a face full of anger came. As soon as it passed the entrance, it walked straight straight towards the place where Rafael was sitting. And right in front of Rafael, the woman immediately threw the glass of water she had taken from the table she was passing through.

Suddenly everyone shouted and stood watching the commotion that had just occurred. Their attention was now on the table where Rafael and his girlfriend were sitting.

"You dare treat me like this? Who do you think you are?" cried the woman.

Some of the waiters of the restaurant came to ask the woman to leave, but her screams grew.

"Let go!"

After the woman threw down the handrails of the waiter who touched her, she then took something from inside her bag. And then it was thrown on the table, right in front of Raphael.

"She promised you'd love you forever? Relax, he promised me the same. And that's the proof" cried the woman again, pointing at the object she had just thrown.

Rafael's girlfriend who is also the one who was told by Rey to take the object that turned out to be a test pack.

Rafael is an expert. He even still looked calm in such a situation.

"Clearly visible, right? Positive! Yes, I'm 3 months pregnant. And this fetus is her son!"

Not only were the people around Rafael shocked by the statement, Clara who had witnessed it from a different room also gasped to hear it. He even covered his gaping mouth with both of his hands.