When The Sky Fall
Chapter 4's

After the statement, Tari chose to remain silent in the room. His heart was too sore even though it only saw his face. He cursed himself for his stupidity. He should have known, he should have guessed, a guy like Renlad has the same characteristics, asshole. Maybe not all, maybe. But so far as he knows all the men like Renald, handsome, rich, popular, all jerks. He should have been able to anticipate it. But foolishly he fell deeper with his feelings. Finally here he is, sitting in his room condemning his stupidity.

The beep!

One chat in. He could already guess who the chat was from. Dance open the incoming chat. As expected, his stepmother.

"I won't get tired of telling you, be a good wife. You're carrying your family name. Don't be ashamed! Remember your father!"

Dance sighed. Instead of informing her father, Salina always reminded Tari how she should behave. He hung up his blind cell phone and threw it in the bed. He felt unfair but he could not do anything that would hurt his family.

Tok tok tok tok

The sound of knocking on the door sounded. But Tari was silent. Not entering or letting in.

Tok tok tok tok

The sound of knocking on the door was heard a second time.

"Madam, it's me, Marisaa." said a voice behind the door.

"Come on Marissa" said Tari finally. Slowly the door opened. Marissa, one of his personal servants went inside. Marissa was about twenty-three years old. He has worked in that house for a long time. Her mother was also a waitress in the house but her mother suddenly died in an accident, while her mother had a contract to work in the house for five years. So Marissa took over from her working mother. Dance once asked if she ever wanted to work another one. Marissa said she enjoys working here. His salary is good and his work is not difficult. That's why when the contract expires he wants to get back to work here.

"What's Marissa doing?" tanya Tari who was still sitting on her bed. Marissa stood near him.

"Didn't the madam want to eat?" ask Marissa. Marissa is very attentive to Dance. He knew what was currently in Dancing. He was very concerned but could not do much either. Renald is famous for its temperament. Dance shook her head.

"No, I'm not hungry."

"But from last night the madam did not eat. It's late now, at least eat a little." Marissa persuaded.

"No, I'm not really hungry. Uhm... Let's just say I'm dieting."

"But you're not dieting."

"Who said? I was dieting. Look, I don't eat."

"Then what is the lady dieting for? Even your body isn't fat." Marissa looked at Dari with her innocent face. He frowned.

"This is where my job is to eat and sleep. My fat has accumulated. Look." Look." Dance shook her arm.

"But you're fine, ma'am. If you're fat how about mistress Mcmuffins-ups." Marissa was surprised by his words and then covered her mouth with both hands. Dance laughs.

"Wahhh now you're doing body shaming too?"

"I don't-but tap-but I-" Marissa looked down weakly. Dance is laughing more and more.

"I'm just kidding, Marissa. Take it easy, your secret is safe."

Marissa took a breath. "Mrs..."

"There, there's Marissa. I'm telling you to persuade the mistress to eat, not gossip about other people's bodies." Anne, the other Dance's personal servant, came into the room. Anne is much older than Marissa and Tari. He was about fifty years old. Her hair is always in a neat comb upwards resembling a small bun. Some of his hair is already gray. It's different with Marissa. Marissa has curly brown hair that the top is always tied while the bottom is let out. Marissa is from Mexico while Anne is from England.

"But I don't-well Miss Anne. I was wrong, I'm sorry." Marissa down.

"No, there's nothing wrong here. He just coaxed me to eat." Dance tries to mediate.

"Trying to persuade you doesn't mean you have to mock someone else's body. She's guilty of mistress so don't defend her" Anne said firmly. Dance said nothing more. Anne is strict but she is very kind. "Go away. Do your job."

"Good mistress." Marissa went out of the room.

"Is that not too hard for him?" tanya Dari to Anne after Marissa's departure.

"She said she wanted to be a professional servant. Better to start with his attitude. He should be able to distinguish work and personal. Treatment of bosses and friends."

"You're too serious."

"I know madam. I've always been like this since. So then... You're going to eat, right?"

"Ahhh right.. About that."

"Don't tell me you're on a diet. Even though diet does not mean not eating at all. You must eat madam."

"Later night. Okay well? Have dinner. I promise I'll eat. It's late afternoon, too late for lunch and too early for dinner."

"certain."

"Alright, excuse me madam."

Anne said goodbye and left the room. At least Marissa and Anne were nice to him here so he wasn't too lonely.

...***...

The next night after dinner, Tari heard the sound of Renald's car just coming. The dilemma is whether or not to welcome. Finally Tari decided to go straight up to the second floor to her room. Not yet up the stairs, he had seen Renald enter the house by holding Veronica's hand. The anger of Dance began to flare up again. His clenched hands held back his annoyance and anger. Moreover, Renald went straight into his room by taking Veronica with him. Renald's room was in front of the entrance, while his study room was opposite his room. Before entering the room, Veronica looked at Dance and then smiled meaningfully. Like intentionally upset him. Even Alfred, Renald's butler also smiled proudly at Veronica who turned out to be his niece.

"What the fuck? They're making fun of me? I know he doesn't like me but does he have to be like that?"

Dance stood in silence long enough until Marissa reprimanded her.

"Mrs? Are you okay?"

Dance is silent.

"Can't they do that? Inhere? When I was here? Not likely... That's definitely not possible.."

"Mistress?" tell Marissa again.

Dari finally stepped but not to the second floor but to Renald's room. Anne and Marissa looked at each other. Dance stood in front of Renald's room door. One of his hands was already on the door knob. But he hasn't turned his knob. His heart and mind started to fight within him. He kept telling himself it was impossible for Renald to have sex with the woman in this house, but he did not dare to open the door. He was afraid that what he feared was true. Dance Lips vibrate. She's nervous. Dance closed her eyes and regulated her breathing. When he was calm and steady, he opened his eyes and was about to roll his knob. But not yet open he heard the moaning and des*h** sound that was getting stronger and stronger. The sound des*h** is not just from Veronica's voice but from Renald's voice. Yeah, the fear of dance finally happened. Dance who was about to open the door, finally released her hand from her knob. I don't feel her tears just falling without orders.

"Can I help you?"

Dance turned her head and found Alfred already standing beside her with a flat look. No sense of concern, empathy or anything. Just flat. Without replying, Tari hurried away to her room.

...***...

The agonizing days kept coming as if not giving Dance a break, even to breathe. Renald repeatedly brought Veronica home. They eat together, swim together, or just sit down to drink wine. And Dance had to witness that. They even dare to kiss until they do oral*** in a place that others see. All the employees there saw them. Dance even accidentally sees them making love while taking a walk around the house. Dance is completely destroyed. Everyone who works in that house now knows that Dance is only a wife on paper and is just a decoration in that house.

Renald is really getting crazy. He rarely goes home. But if you come home always take Veronica. Dari and Veronica had met in the kitchen at midnight when Tari wanted to take a drink of water to her room. Veronica only wears Renald's oversized shirt on her body and Tari can see if she's not wearing a bra or a cel*n*dal*m. Initially after finding Veronica also in the kitchen, she wanted to undo her intention to take some drinking water, but Veronica caught her while she was leaving.

"Why stay there? Not afraid of me, right? I'm not a ghost." said Veronica with a smile on her face. Dance sighed then walked to fetch some drinking water. Veronica watched Dance from top to bottom over and over again. Dance knew that but she didn't care.

"Gee! Aye! You must think I'm a ghost because I'm wearing this white shirt, right? I also wonder why this shirt is so white in this Renald favorite shirt. He wears it often. Plus getting my lipstick in here and there shouldn't be as white as this, right?" Veronica poured wine into her glass. "I also want to wear my clothes. But unfortunately... My clothes are dirty." Veronica leaned over to Dance and whispered. "Because sp*rm*."

Dance looked at Veronica. "Excuse me, good night." he said and left.

"Ahh wait!"

Dance stopped her steps then turned to look at Veronica.

"You're not mad we made love or did anything else? You're just a substitute, just a shield. So it's impossible to be angry, right?"

Dance nodded then smiled slightly. "Of course, of course."

Dance turned around and immediately left. He really didn't want to be there for a second. Maybe his heart's frozen or maybe he's used to it, I don't know, which obviously he doesn't care what they do.

As if not enough sufferers by Renald, Salina, his stepmother also helped make him tortured. Salina asked him for more money. Initially, Tari did not pay attention to it but the more unconcerned Salina was increasingly aggressively chasing. He'll continue to chat and even call her. The reason was his father's treatment.

"But I know Renald gave me a lot of money, so why not?" tanya Dance. He really couldn't believe that much money was running out.

"Hey the child doesn't know himself! You think the one who needs the money is your father? What about your sisters? Very selfish to get a rich husband, you!"

"Not selfish mom-"

"Your husband is rich, just ask what is the trouble anyway? Don't be so selfish as a person."

"Mom think it's easy?"

"Mom doesn't want to know. If you don't want to love, you take care of your father and sisters. Mom no longer wants to. Good thing I want to take care of your father who can't give that living. I might as well be the one to charge. Do you know why?"

Salian hung up. Salina sued him without knowing what had happened to her. I should how?

...***...

tadariaz