When The Sky Fall
Chapter 30's

Dance struggled so hard that she could walk to the car that drove her to the office. Slowly but surely. When her hand was pulled by Veronica, her leg sprained and her leg was swollen last night. This morning his swelling had improved, as he compressed it overnight and gave pain medication. Dance worry. He doesn't know if he should be working or not today. But he decided to leave. He didn't want to meet or see the two of them, Renald and Veronica. He knew Veronica was still here and staying over.

Dance down the stairs one by one. Slowly but he managed to get there.

"Mrs.. Why did you go to work? Your leg-"

"I'm fine, Marissa. And don't call me madam. Your mistress is in the room with your master. I'll go first." said Tari.

"Later master will be angry to see you sick but still working."

Dance laughs. "Don't joke! He won't care! I'll go first."

Dance back to walking. The pain reliever starts working but still feels a little pain when walking. Of course the road is limping, but Tari is trying to cover it up.

"Wait!"

"Oh wow. In an instant she changed from Dance to wait."

Dance turned her body and looked at Renald who had just walked out of her room. Renald.

"Listen to me carefully. I will not tolerate your actions on Veronica. I'm trying to be nice to you doesn't mean you can act as you please, which gives you the right to hurt Veronica. You should know your place! Tameng but want to act as a mistress?! Don't make yourself look pathetic! Remember where you are!"

Renald left after saying such a painful thing. Even without letting Dance defend herself. Dance just smiles. He felt he was treated unfairly. He tried to hold back his tears. If he could, he would have been divorced from her long ago. But he didn't say it. He knows he still has a debt to Renald. He didn't want to because he didn't pay off his debt, his family would be in trouble. He has to hold on.

"show? There's no place for you here. You're just being a bitch. How dare the shield act. He will always be mine and defend me!" tease Veronica and move to the dining room.

Dance closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. It felt like his anger would explode instantly. But he'll hold it. He would not waste time, emotions and thoughts just for the two of them.

"You okay, nyo-no, miss?" ask Marissa. Dance nodded in understanding. Anne put some chocolate wrappers in Dance's hands. Smiling dance. Anne knew very well that when she was angry, upset or nervous, Dance would eat chocolate to bathe herself.

"thank you. I'll go first."

Dance turned around and went to her car.

"Yes, don't be influenced by them. Focus on doing what you have to do Dance. They don't deserve all that attention from you."

...***...

Throughout her work at the office, Tari remained silent at her desk. When his friends took him to lunch, he said he would be at the table because his legs hurt. He said his legs sprained, but didn't say it was all because of Veronica. Veronica and Renald didn't deserve his attention, so he wouldn't mention them again, whatever it was. But he had to give up when people gossiped about them. Because Renald would go to Randy's office a lot, so would Randy's other friends, Ted and James.

Dance in a garden. In the office was provided an artificial garden with several seats and a gazebo on the roof. It looks like some office in Korea. No wonder the owner is half Korean. Dance opened the small bag she was carrying and applied cream to her feet. The pain is starting to reappear. He didn't want his friend to worry so he went upstairs. Because of the office hours, Tari was sure there would be no one there.

Dance massaged her legs slowly and felt her pain. Dari sighed and looked around. He's correct. There's no one here. It feels like sitting here until office hours are over and then going to meet Marisol. Marisol invites to meet after office hours because today the lecture is off. He had not met for a long time, certainly willing by him.

"You are here." said a voice, startling the Dance with her daydream. Randy sat next to him. "What are you doing here?"

"Ahh I'm sorry. I don't want to work." Dari tidied up her little bag. "Then I go back." Dance stand.

"Sit down." pinta Randy.

"No, I'll just go back."

"Just sit down." Randy pulls out Dance's hand to get Dance to sit down.

"Ohhh!!" Grimacing dance.

"What's? Wh why? I hurt you?" ask Randy who is surprised.

"No, there's nothing" said Tari and hid the sore leg behind the other leg. Randy saw that. She accidentally touches the leg that Tari hid with her foot, making Tari grimace again.

"You lied. What's with your leg?" ask Randy. Dance stroked her aching leg.

"Just sprained."

"Have you given medicine?"

"It has. That's why I'm here."

"Have you been to the doctor?"

Dance laughs. "I just sprained, Ran. Not a broken bone. Too much to go to the doctor."

"Hey, sprains can become severe later if there's no treatment."

"Who said I wasn't taking care of him? I just treated him."

"Sometimes I forget that you're stubborn."

Dance laughed again. "How can this be said stubbornly?" Dance shook her head. "I've been sprained before and I'm fine. What I'm afraid is that if I linger here, my boss, who is the idol of many women, will fire me if I don't work."

"Then I will punish you. Can't work for three days because it's been here too long."

Dance frowned. "Is that a punishment?"

"That's punishment. So rest at home."

Dance laughs. "Ohhh please, please, with all my soul. Don't do that. I don't want to be home."

"Is it because of Renald? Wait, did he do this?" randy's face looked serious and looked at Dari.

"If he had done it, I would have had a reason to scold him. No, not him. I just don't want to be home. Besides, I have to work to get out of this ridiculous marriage."

"What do you mean by debt? Money at your wedding?"

"How are you-"

"Know? Guess that."

"Ahhhhh... I didn't think he'd tell you about it. But yes, it is."

Randy's speechless. Actually he knew that Renald didn't actually consider it a debt. Renald didn't expect Tari to return the money. Just to control the dance.

"Want me to help pay your debt? You'll just pay it to me whenever you want."

"And you owe it too?" Dance shook her head. "No thank you. I don't want to owe anyone else. Enough of him."

"Alright, but my offer is still valid and will continue to apply."

Dance just smiled at Randy. Randy wore a white shirt with buttons over it in the open and sleeves that had rolled up to his elbows in black cloth pants. He is really handsome and suitable to be a woman especially his attitude is very warm, even in Dance.

"Hm... I know I'm handsome. If you still want to look at me, I'll let you. Look at you as much" said Randy, who caught Tari staring at him.

"Ck! Very confident."

Randy laughs. "Tell me, what do you think of when you look at me?"

"Just praise your good looks and regret that you're a playboy."

"So... You'd be interested in me if I wasn't a playboy?" randy asked with his ugly face.

"Maybe." Dance laughs. "But now the most important thing is that I have to get back to work. Before my playboy boss punishes me for not going down three days."

"Let me help." said Randy with a sweet smile. Dance welcomed her outstretched hand and stood up. He was also on his way to the elevator.

"Ughh if you weren't a playboy, maybe I'd fall in love with you even more that smile" said Tari.

"Oh please, fall in love. Make me stop being a playboy."

Dance frowned. "Do you think you can? Playboy is playboy."

Randy pressed the elevator button. "could certainly. If the playboy falls in love. He's gonna change."

"But when he's bored, he'll come back."

"Come on... I'm not that bad. They tease me anyway, not me."

Elevator door opens. They both went inside.

"Then try saying no to that pretty face and sexy body." Dance shook her head. Randy laughs.

...***...

Brakk!!!

Marisol hits the table, startling Dance and some of the bar patrons. Dance told Marisol about her legs.

"Based on women jal*ng!" maki Marisol's. Jaw hardens. He clenched his hands tightly. Dance smiled amusedly and encouraged Marisol's drink to be closer to Marisol.

"Drink, drink. Calm down." said Tari.

"How can I calm down? And why are you so calm?!" peekit Marisol's. This was the umpteenth time they were the center of attention because Marisol raised her voice. "He mocked you, framed you and accused you. You should be more angry!"

"That's right, I should be the one getting angry. Why are you more angry than me? Look at! People are watching us!"

"Let them go, I don't care."

"But I care. I don't want us to get kicked out of here." Dance shook her head.

"But seriously. Why aren't you angry?"

"Oh I was angry, at first. But not anymore. I don't want to be angry anymore. I don't want to waste my time, my emotions are just for people like them. Because they will always be like that. One is a playwright and one is blinded by love. There will be no end. I'd better focus on making money."

"Yes, you're right. Don't mind them anymore. They're crazy and jerks!" Marisol drank the drink.

"Yup! Youre right. It seems like it's a lot of people here tonight." Dance looked around him. They were at the bar where they used to work.

" You're right." Marisol stunned. Dance staring at the bar. There's only David, alone.

"He's alone."

"Who?"

"Davids. Let's go help. Remembering the past." Dance raised her eyebrows.

"But your leg?"

"I'm fine Marisol. I can take my shoes off later."

"All right." Marisol smiled and nodded.

Marisol and Tari walked towards the bar. They greeted David. Dance took off her blazer and tied her hair. He began serving guests, as did Marisol.

...***...

"Did lady-no, miss tell her where?" ask Marissa to Anne who just called Tari. Anne nodded.

"He was at the bar and worked there."

"Work there? But how's his leg?"

"Said he'd treated her. It was hard to speak because it seemed that the bar was indeed crowded. I'll just have to call him a few times before he picks up."

"But his legs have to be compressed again."

"You know we can't force Miss Dance. Let it. After yesterday's trouble, I'm sure he wants to keep himself busy."

"But his leg must have hurt..."

"Why pain?"

The sudden baritone sound made Anne and Marissa flinch and turn around.

"Grand-lord.."

"Say, what's with her feet?"

"A-ah.. That's.. That's..."

" Do I have to scream or curse first for you to tell me? Don't waste my time." Renald ordered.

Marissa and Anne hesitate to tell Renald. This is about Veronica. They even know very well, Renald will always look and defend Veronica.

"Actually.." Anne is speaking. He knew Marissa was too scared. "When Miss Veronica came here, she pulled Miss Dance up the stairs, sprained her and almost fell. Because now his legs hurt."

"Then where is he?" asked Renald again without changing his facial expression.

"Miss is at the bar sir. Work."

Renald frowned.

"I don't think he works there anymore."

"All right then." Renald went to his room.

"Master!" call Anne. Marissa prevents him but Anne doesn't care about it. Renald stopped his steps and looked over. "I know I'm presumptuous, but I'll say it anyway. Ms. Veronica was not encouraged by Miss Tari. He fell down by himself." Anne's words made a frown on Renald's forehead. "We all watched it, sir, even Alfred." Anne looked at Alfred who was still silent. "I know, I understand Alfred was protecting Veronica's mistress because she was her niece. But I feel this is not true. I know I'm presumptuous, so I'll accept if you fire me. Excuse me."

Anne left Renald still staring at her. Marissa the confused follows Anne. Yes, Anne knew the risk of telling Renald that. Renald will always defend Veronica no matter what. But he has to tell the truth.

"Is that true?" ask Renald. He was still in his place. He didn't look at Alfred but Alfred knew Renald was talking to him.

"I... Not too much to see, sir. My position is behind Madam Dance. But it's probably a lot."

"And you just shut up?" Renald looked at Alfred sharply!

"I'm sorry sir, because I didn't see it too clearly so I-"

Renald did not hear more of Alfred's words. He just went to his room.

...***...