When The Sky Fall
Chapter 20's

During the trip to the restaurant for dinner, Dance was so restless. He's not calm. He kept thinking about what Renald's plan was. No one was talking in the car either. Everyone is busy in their own thoughts. The car stops in front of a restaurant that is quite famous and expensive. Renald got out of the car, while valet parking opened the car door for the ladies. Marisol and the others could only stay in place. They never eat in a place as good and expensive as this which finally can only be dumbfounded. So is Dance. The plans of those who only ate at the five feet suddenly changed in the five-star restaurant.

"Let's go in. Why just shut up? I've booked a place" Renald said.

"So fast?" tanya Dance. He was surprised Renald could easily get a place. Usually such restaurants must be ordered first day even a week before coming and he can already get a place?

Renald could only smile. One waiter came up to them and asked the name of the order. Renald was talking to the waiter. Then with a warm smile, the servant took them to the second floor. They sat in one of the VVIP seats. At first they hesitated to sit down, even wondering maybe they were wrongly given a seat. Not possible in a seat labeled VVIP. But seeing Renald allow them to sit down, they finally sat clumsy and confused on their faces. One waiter came to them and brought them a menu book.

"Oh Dios mio..." Marisol covered her mouth with her hands. She and Olivia stared at each other. They saw the price of the food there. Cindy even took a quick look and put the menu book on the table. Dancing who was confused to see the behavior of his friends came to see the menu book. The next second his eyes began to widen and his mouth opened.

"Whoah!" that's all the comments that Tari can say.

"Is this actually the price of food or a month's salary?" ask Marisol.

"Once we eat here, our salary for a month runs out. My son won't be able to eat for a month." Olivia whispered to Marisol in a nod to Marisol's head.

"You can order what you want" said Renald, who saw the faces of the women sitting with him.

"Then I order the most expensive one" said Olivia greeted Marisol who reprimanded her with her elbow. "Aw! Be calm! I'm just kidding."

"No problem. Order what you want. Don't bother about the price. The important thing is that you like it." Renald said. Dance looked at Renald meaningfully. Renald returned Dance's gaze with a smile. What's the matter with him exactly?

One by one began ordering food including Tari and Renald. They are entertained with soft jazz music played live. Everyone at the table looked nervous, clumsy and confused as to what to do. Except Renald of course. He looked calm, making Tari become even more worried. He was afraid of what Renald would do.

"So... You all work at restaurants?" ask Renald to open the conversation.

"Ahh no. We work at the boutique where Tari used to work. And I was with Tari working at the bar." replied Marisol.

"God..."

"Sir, you seem cruel or maybe just pretend?" olivia's question made Renald frown.

"meaning?"

"You drive a fancy car, eat at a fancy restaurant like this, but let Dance work two jobs at once." Olivia medelik.

"A-ah.. Ahha.. No, it's not what you think." Dance tried to answer.

"Or maybe Dance is your mistress?"

"Huh?? What's?" Dance stared in disbelief at her friend that one. Renald just smiled amusedly.

"Why is your question so strange? Why become a mistress?" whisper Marisol.

"I'm just curious." whispered Olivia back.

"Tuam William.." a middle-aged man in a chef's uniform came up to them and extended his hand to Renald.

"Chef Krohen." Renald welcomed Chef's hand.

"You haven't been here in a long time" said the chef.

"Yes, right. I'm a little busy. I'm here with his wife and friends."

"Wife? Ah yes I remember, I heard you got married in another country."

"really. This is my wife." Renald introduced Dance.

"Hello lady William." The chef extended his hand. The clumsy smiling dance welcomed that helping hand.

"Chef Krohen is the main chef here" Renald explained.

"Aahhhhhhhhhh... Nice to meet you chef." said Tari. The chef smiled.

"It's an honor for me to meet you, Mrs William. Then I go back to the kitchen and re-cook a special meal for all of you."

"Please."

The chef went back into the kitchen. Before long some food was on the table. Expensive food that has a little.

"It's expensive but I don't think I'm going to eat this" whispered Olivia.

"Hmm you're right. Rich people and their strange appetite. They are willing to pay for food that does not make full. Food should make us full!" Marisol whispered.

"I was afraid to eat it." this time Cindy whispered. He stared at the food before him as he occasionally fixed his sagging glasses.

"Eat. Why just shut up?" Renald let them eat. They just whispered and stared at their own food.

Food orders Dance has also arrived. He ordered a steak with a well done maturity level. He took a knife and a fork. When he was about to cut the steak, suddenly the plate was taken by Renald. Dari looked at Renald with a puzzled look on her face. Renald put away the food and put the Dari plate in front of him and began to cut the steak into small pieces.

"So sir.. William. What's your job?" ask Olivia suddenly. Marisol rebuked him.

"Why do you want to know his job?" whispered.

"I'm just a stale base. It doesn't feel very comfortable. Too clumsy." replied Olive. Renald smiled amusedly.

"Did you ever hear of the G.I Corporation?" ask Renald.

"Of course it ever was. Who does not know G.I corporation? You knew?" ask Olivia to Marisol.

"certainly know. Hotel, real estate, restaurant. Wait, this restaurant is not included, right?"

"Ahh right. Seems included. But... What does the G. I. Corporation have to do with your work?"

"One of the employees at the G.I corporation." Cut Dance fast. Renald looked at Dari with a puzzled look. "He's just his employee."

"really? It's just worth eating here. I heard getting in there was tough but their pay was big. But.. Isn't it a waste of money eating here?" ask Olivia.

"Every once.. Only occasionally. You saw that he knew the chef. Maybe special treatment." Dance smiled clumsy. What did I answer?

"It's eat." Renald returned the Dance plate. Renald did not explain the words of Dance just now. He just shut up and eat.

They ate without much talking. Except Olivia and Marisol of course. They like to whisper. After eating, Renald drove them to the bar where Marisol worked. Renald initially offers Olivia and Cindy to drop by the house, but they refuse. So they came down in front of the bar.

On the way home, Dari just silently stared out the window. Renald occasionally sees Dance.

"Why are you saying I'm a G.I Corporation employee? Only officers?" asked Renald to break the silence.

"They were already too surprised and fascinated by your handsome face and the restaurant earlier. No need to be perfect to be handsome and rich" said Tari without looking at Renald. "Are you doing all this on purpose?" tanya Dance.

"meaning?"

"Pick me up and have a fancy dinner with my friend?"

"Not intentionally, but coincidentally. If I pick you up on purpose, it's true. I did pick you up on purpose. I'm from Randy's company who happened to pass by the restaurant you worked at. So all of you stop by. If it's dinner with your friends, it's a coincidence you guys want dinner and I haven't had dinner either. So then... Just anyways."

"But why should it be there? It could be in a simple and cheap place." Dari looked at Renald with annoyance on her face. "Do you want to add to my debt list?"

"Debit?" Renald stared at Dari for a moment. Looks like a frown on his forehead. "I don't understand what you mean. I want to buy you food, not debt. That doesn't include."

Dance laughs mockingly. "You think I believe that? I'm sure you'll charge him in a few days."

"But I'm really not-well, it's up to you if you don't believe me. No problem." said Renald at last. He doesn't want to fight. She also knew whatever she said, Dance would not believe it.

"Please don't do that again. Practicing my friends."

"But I just bought them food, that's all."

"Whatever that's the reason, don't do it again. I beg you." said Tari, without looking at Renald. Renald did not answer. It does not feel like the car has entered the house. Dance out of the car once the car engine is turned off.

"Then." said Renald. Dance stopped her steps and turned to look at Renald. "... Stop working those two jobs and work at my company."

"What's? What the hell am I doing that for? I am not ashamed of my work. The money I get is not dirty money. So just calm down."

"No" said Renald quickly. "Not because of that. Working in my company is better than taking two jobs at once. I'll be home at five in the afternoon. The salary is good too. I can find a position-"

"No, thank you." Cut Dance fast. "I'm not interested."

Dance turned around and left as Renald was about to speak again. He sighed harshly. How can anyone refuse a tempting offer?

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Today Bangung kesamangan dance. He's seven in fifteen minutes. Makes him self-cursed. He did not even pray at dawn. Ugghs! It sucks!

In a hurry Dance prepared. He tidied himself up in front of the glass, grabbed his phone and bag and left. Dance never wears thick makeup at work. Just skincare and thin powder and lipgloss. His hair is also only tied in a ponytail or tied into a small bundle above his head. He always looks relaxed with sneakers and jeans and a t-shirt top or sweater. Unlike office people who wear clothes, bags, even famous designer shoes.

He had a hard time sleeping last night because he thought of Renald's offer which he thought was unnecessary but strangely he thought of it. He thinks Renald could have done that to keep an eye on him or something else. In the mind Dance had already crossed the bad things that would happen. Dance shuddered just by thinking about it.

Dance down the stairs. He knew he wouldn't have time for breakfast, so he would leave immediately. But just getting to the middle of the stairs, he was quite surprised by what he saw early in the morning. The servants, drivers, chefs, bodyguards, even gardeners who usually come twice a week are also neatly lined up like schoolchildren are in the law of the teacher. Dance slowly down the stairs. Everyone was downcast, looking intimidated by Renald's presence. What's the matter?

Renald, who had noticed the arrival of Tari, immediately dispersed them. It's getting weird.

Dance walked past Renald towards the entrance.

"Wait." said Renald. Dance stopped her steps and then turned around. "You didn't have breakfast?"

"What happened to this guy. A hobby takes care of my eating. Maybe he didn't want me to starve to death. So he made sure I ate. He's afraid his name is tainted!"

"Hey, why shut up? Let's have breakfast." take Renald.

"No, I'm late." Dance back to go.

"Eat first. I'll drop you." Renald bargained.

"That's right! There's something weird about this cockroach!"

"I don't want to. Thank you." said Tari without turning around.

"Take this then. It's for you but eat first." Renald stretched out his hand, giving something to Tari. Dance turned around and looked at Renald's hand. In Renald's hand was a key.

"What's that?" tanya Dance.

"car key. Breakfast first then you can take this car and work."

Dari looked at Renald for a moment then laughed mockingly.

"You're telling me that I can't drive a car to drive a car, go to work? You really are that desperate yes, to the point of wanting me dead. Instead of that, just divorce me and then you're free."

" i-i.. I-I don't-that's not what I mean. L'm.. I'm**-I don't know if you can't drive a car!"

"Therefore. Don't interfere in my business, don't interfere in my life. We just live each other's lives like two people who don't know each other at all." said Tari then left.

"Want me to do it. Maybe that way everything will be easy. But somehow I can't." Renald muttered as he stared at Tari's departure.

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