When The Sky Fall
Chapter 5's

It's been a few days since Tari didn't see Renald in that house. Last time he came here with Veronica and went with her.

"Ahh what do I care. I'm sure he's with her. I really didn't think I should marry - ughhh!!" Dance ruffled her hair.

Early in the morning he was with Marissa. This is the first time she's been out of the house since New York. He doesn't know the way because of that Marissa accompanies him. Last night he sent money to his stepmother. He still has savings from his work in Indonesia before getting married. He collected the money from an internship while in college, working full time after graduation until marriage without leave. He collected the money for a vacation, but overnight he had to give it up. Tari decided to send money periodically. Since she knew for sure, Salina would ask again and again. While he can't ask for a dime from Renald. Besides because it is not possible, Tari also did not want to add the length of the list of debts to Renald.

So today, with the reason of wanting to take a walk, he would look for work. Last night she spoke to her South Korean friend Park Na Eun, who has an aunt living and working in New York. Her aunt owns a boutique and happens to be looking for people to replace her maternity leave employees. Dance is definitely ready, of course.

Dance for a walk in New York City shops. He even went to Times Square, Central Park, the Statue of Liberty to the Empire State Building. They also travel by tour bus. In the last place, she pays a visit to her aunt Na Eun's boutique. Marissa thought they were going shopping.

"It's madam." Marissa handed a black card to Dari. Dari stared at the card for a moment and then looked at Marissa.

"What's that?"

"Credit card, ma'am."

"Owns?"

"Madam Anne gave it to me. Said Mr. Renald gave it to Madame Anne for you to shop for the mistress." Marissa explained.

"What?"

Dance stared silently at the card.

"What'sthis? Responsibility of husband? I don't think so. Poor fellow? Huh! That's right."

"I don't need it. Just save it." said Dance finally. He walked to the reception.

"Excuse me, I'd like to meet Miss Park." said Tari at the reception.

"Is there an appointment?" ask the receptionist.

"It."

"Your name?"

"Dance, a friend of Park Na Eun."

The receptionist was looking for something on her computer. He nodded shortly.

"Please go upstairs, miss. Miss Park's office is upstairs."

"Thank you." Dance looked at Marissa. "Wait for me here, Marissa. I won't be long."

"Good, madam."

Dance up the small stairs. Aunt Park's office is on the second floor. The door reads Laura Park. Dance knocked on the door.

"Lake in."

Dance opened the door and went inside.

"Good afternoon ma'am. My name is Dance."

"Ahh right. Na Eun's friend huh?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Please sit here. Na Eun has told me a lot."

Dance sat in front of Laura's mom's desk. Mother Laura looks beautiful and graceful with her soft pastel colored blouse. His short hair is in a neat comb.

"Thank you for accepting me."

"I'm actually happy. Your college major coock with the job. When can you start? Tomorrow can?"

"Mom, with pleasure."

"Good."

"Jal butagdeulibnida." Dance stood up and extended her hand. Laura's mother stood up and welcomed her helping hand.

"Ne, jal butagdeulibnida. Wow the language is good. The logic is good, it doesn't look like a stranger."

"Thank you ma'am. Excuse me."

"Ahh right. Enter at eight in the morning and return at five in the afternoon. Can you?"

"Can ma'am. Excuse me."

"Yes, be careful."

Dance out of the room with a feeling of pleasure. How not, despite the job he got as a clothing store keeper, he didn't care. The most important thing is to get a job. It's easy again. No need to bother all day looking. Dance is very grateful about that.

...***...

Feeling crushed and humiliated, making him a different person. He became cold and indifferent to the surroundings. Everyone in the house knows who he really is. Just a wife on paper. Not the real lady. Moreover, he had caught Renald several times making love with the woman, Veronica. What made her feel the most humiliated was Veronica's ridiculing gaze.

He knew he had no right to ask for a divorce, especially with the money his family had already received. So he worked to return it little by little. Dance thought, she had a place to sleep and eat for free, so could reduce her expenses. Now just looking for one more job. Yeah, he's looking for two jobs. He really wanted to pay off the debt immediately and didn't want to stay in the house any longer. He did not want to continue watching that hot and friendly scene anymore. Had enough.

Everyone stared at Dari with a different look. Some feel pity, some make fun of it, some even don't care. But Tari doesn't want to take a headache with all that. He has changed too. He no longer smiled and looked at them kindly. Just Anne and Marissa. Because from the beginning, only the two of them cared and looked after him.

"Mrs. Is madam really going to work?" ask Marissa tonight. Dance who was typing her laptop on the veranda of her room stopped her activities.

"Hm... I'll work."

"So miss tricked me? Miss said she wanted to take a walk in the city, but instead looked for a job." asked Melissa who was surly. Dance stared.

"I didn't fool you. I really want to get to know this city. Without even taking a walk, I got a job. So I didn't cheat you."

"Then why don't you want to take a walk between drivers?"

Dance facing Marissa.

"First, I will not be satisfied to see the beauty of the whole city from the car. If using public transportation is different. Second, I want to memorize the road to my place of work."

Marissa was back in a frown. "I can be angry with you if you know."

"He doesn't need to know. He won't know anyway. You know very well what I am to him. So he won't care." Dance back to typing her laptop.

"Is madam okay? I meani... The workers are here. They're treating madam-"

"I don't care about them, Marissa." cut out Dance by still typing on her laptop. "Let them. Most importantly you and Anne are still by my side."

"of course. We know the mistress far better than they do."

"Therefore. You guys are the most important to me. Not them."

"But... Are you really going to be okay? I'm worried."

Dari looked at Marissa and smiled. This servant in front of him was what kept him in that house. Him and Anne. Anne was like a mother to her and Marissa, her storymate. Marissa always gossiped about other workers with her. So he understood if they were worried about him.

"I'm doing fine. I'm glad I could work. I don't have to witness all those disgusting things and I don't have to think about them either. My focus is to work to get money to pay my debts. Win Win solution. So I'm fine." Dance patted Marissa's arm slowly. From her gaze, Dari knew Marissa was really worried about him.

...***...

Dance to work early in the morning. If he used to have breakfast at half-eight, now at six he is in the kitchen and preparing his breakfast. The other waiter must have panicked to see Tari preparing her own breakfast while the chef had yet to arrive. Especially Anne and Marissa. But Tari did not care and still did.

Marissa had given him a piece of paper containing any public vehicle and which route. Dance using the faster subway. And sure enough, before eight o'clock he had already reached the boutique. He introduced himself to another employee and cleaned up the shop. Other employees also taught him a few things.

"What's hard?" ask Marisol, her coworker during the break.

"No. I'm fine."

"It's good we have a new co-worker who's smart, diligent and deft" Olivia praised

"I'm not that good." said Tari.

"Oh gurl, certainly not. But very well. You even did it all the first day. That's amazing." to Olivia.

"Oliv! Stop talking by swearing. Dance may not be used to."

"Hey, miss. This is how I speak. Don't teach me how to talk. I'm a normal black woman." Olivia protested.

"Then why are you black. I'm not offending your race. Tiene tone que ver con ello."

"Look at this girl. Always put in that alien language."

"Alien said? It's spanish! spain!"

"As*hol*?"

"You-"

"Okay, okay stop. You're not gonna fight on my first day, are you? The please? At least until I get used to it."

"Okay... Yeah, sure." Little laughing dance. "Have you always been like this?"

"Yes, they've always been like that" said Cindy who was guarding the cashier. Olivia is a black woman, Marisol is from Mexico and Cindy is an ordinary white girl. She looks nerd with her glasses and shy demeanor. Dance nodded in understanding.

"Dance, you're in front of me" said Marisol.

"But I don't think I can. I just got in."

"Marisol's right. Your face is so much prettier than the rest of us. So it's good if you're the one who welcomes guests."

"So you mean I'm not pretty?" ask Marisol. He's already ruffled his waist.

"Always so sensitive." said Olivia as she passed. Marisol just muttered indistinctly. Dance smiling ticklish. Dance was relieved they didn't ask her anything personal the first time she entered.

Dance is comfortable working there and the other workers are also very friendly and kind. Dance said she needed another job. Marisol offered him a job at a bar. He also works there. His job is just to mix drinks to encapsulate the waiter. Initially, Dari was hesitant, because he had never brewed liquor before. He had never had an alcoholic drink before. But Marisol said she would teach him because he was in charge of concocting drinks too. He would rather have a friend he knew than a new kid. Finally, Dari agreed.

The work at the bar is more tiring because it has to be more active. He also came home quite late, at twelve o'clock that required him to take a taxi.

...***...

Dance has been working for two months. He's working fine. Even Renald doesn't know he's working at all. Dance was also confident that even if she knew, she would not care.

Dance took her shoulder bag and left the room and headed to the kitchen. Not yet reached the kitchen, Marissa was in a hurry to come to him.

"Mrs..." Marissa looks worried.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"Lord Renald... Mr Renald.."

Hearing Renald Tari's name immediately felt annoyed. "What's wrong with her?"

"Looks like he's sick."

"Then what does this have to do with me? Alfred was guarding her. No need to tell me." Dance is back. Marissa ran in pursuit and stopped right in front of Tari. Dance is getting upset. "What's wrong with you?"

"Master Alfred is not around. Her.. Two weeks' leave because his son is seriously ill."

Dance looked at Marissa in disbelief. "Then what should I do? Just take him to the doctor or call him here. What's difficult?"

"But.. But we don't know if Mr. Renald is really sick."

Dance frowned. "What do you mean?"

"From yesterday, Mr. Renald did not leave the room. When he came the night before, it didn't look good. Then yesterday didn't go out of the room until now." Marissa lowered her head.

"Why didn't anyone check it?"

"Ti-no one dares to go into Mr. Renald's room, madam."

"Where's Anne?"

"Madam Anne doesn't exist either. Just come back tomorrow."

Dance rubbed her face rough. The morning was bad because of this. Dance walked towards Renald's room. At first he was hesitant and nervous. But if it continues like that, he'll be late for work.

Dance turned the knob and opened the door a little then peeked inside. Renald's room is dark, the curtains aren't open yet. Dance looked towards her bed. He saw Renald sleeping there. A small groan from Renald made Tari close the door again.

"He's sick or doing..." Dance looked at Marissa. "Do I have to do it?"

Marissa just nodded. So did the other two servants. Dari gave a rough sigh and then reopened the door.

"I have to work so I have to finish this."

Dance into the room and walk slowly towards the bed. He saw Renald sleeping with a blanket covering his body. Dance was nervous, very nervous.

"Ren.." call her slow. There's no answer. "More?"

Still no answer. Dari shook Renald's body slowly while calling his name.

"Ren.." but Renald still did not answer. Just a small groan. Dance placed her palm on Renald's forehead.

"It's very hot." he murmured. He immediately walked towards Marissa. "Do you know Renald's personal doctor's phone number?"

"Know madam."

"Call now. And you." Dance pointed at one other servant. "Take me warm water and a clean cloth to compress his body."

"Good mistress"

Dance back into the room and check on Renald.

"Why is it so hot?" He stretched out Renald's body which had tilted his body earlier. Renald's body shivered. Dance covered her body with a blanket and then opened all the curtains so that the sun could go inside. Before long came a waiter carrying a small basin filled with warm water and a clean cloth. Dance placed the basin on the nightstand and directly compressed Renald's head. He gently wiped Renald's face and neck and placed the cloth on his forehead.

"Doctor Stefan will be here soon madam" said Marissa.

"Good."

Dance saw her watch. It's seven in the morning. He won't have breakfast. At least until the doctor comes, Inner Dance.

Renald woke up soon. He was surprised to see Dance beside him.

"What are you doing here?" tanyanya while brushing the hand of Dance who was holding the cloth on Renald's forehead.

"I don't like it here either but I have to be here. You are sick and no one dares to come here because of your temper" said Tari with her flat expression.

"Then you dare?" Renald stared intently at Dance. Even with the state of pain, his gaze was still very sharp.

"For the sake of humanity. I don't want to be accused of abandoning you and then you die." Dance back put a cloth on Renald's forehead.

"Aren't you happy if I die?" Renald pulled the cloth back.

"Oh that was the happiest day of my life. I'll be free from a husband like you." Dari gave the water back in his cloth as Renald kept on brushing it off.

"Then go. Don't care about me."

"Wahh I want to do that too. But at least I have that humanity. That pity. Only until your doctor arrives. So don't complain and pull this cloth away. This is the umpteenth time! Huh! So annoying! What a hassle!" Dance put the cloth again on her forehead. Renald looked at Tari. Yes, he realized the difference. Dance to be a different person. Dance even reluctantly looked at her face

Thirty minutes later the doctor arrived. The doctor examined Renald's body. Even took his blood to check in the lab.

"We still have to wait for the results of the blood test but my guess is, you have typhoid and also fatigue" said Dr Stefan.

"What does the doctor suggest?" ask Tari first when Renald will also ask.

"I recommend staying at the hospital agar-"

"No, no, no! Not the hospital. I don't want to!" reject Renald.

"But lord William. Your condition needs special handling to recover quickly."

"Just do it here, not in the hospital. The doctor can give you intravenous fluids here."

Doctor Stefan sighed. "Alright, if that's what you want. But someone must take care of and watch over you. You must not be late to eat and take medicine. Can you be madam? I'll tell you anytime I take the medicine." the doctor stared at Tari.

"I?" Dance pointed at herself. Doctor Stefan nodded.

"Yes, you. You're Mr. William's wife so you can watch over him easily."

"No! I refused the doctor." Renald said.

"I also refused. Totally." Dance refused. Doctor Stefan looked at Renald and Tari in turn.

"Then you have to go to the hospital. I'll call an ambulance."

"Nope-no. I don't want a doctor. Enough at home. I can hire a nurse."

"The better step if the mistress is caring."

"I'm busy working doc, won't be able to." declined Dance. He wouldn't want to be close to Renald much less take care of him. He's not crazy yet.

"You work?" asked Renald who looked surprised.

"It's none of your business"

"Uhmmm... Aren't you husband and wife?" ask doctor Stefan. He knew Renald was married and he had never seen Dari before especially Daring Dance to be near Renald because he knew no valiant servant was near Renald except Alfred. So he thinks Dance is his wife. Dari and Renald both did not answer.

"Let's madam, let me explain about the cure."

Memelas dance. "Should it?" Dance reluctantly followed the doctor out of the room. Why should I?

...****...