When The Sky Fall
Chapter 7's

Dance stared at her phone. He looked at the amount of money in his savings then sighed. His money was almost gone for his father's treatment. Dance did not matter of course, as long as it was for her father's treatment. It was just that he was afraid if Salina asked again. While he had to pay his debt to be free from Renald. At first he planned to use his savings, then look for the rest but his plan failed miserably.

Dance get ready to go to work. After getting sick, Renald always returns home. Sometimes it was late at night but he always came home. He rarely went home before. And all of that makes Dance very uncomfortable. He continued to play cat-killing because he did not want to meet Renald. Especially when he's on holiday.

Every six o'clock Dance down and make her breakfast. Usually he would go straight down to the kitchen, now he had to sneak around and pay attention around. He was surprised, actually he was wrong so that he had to sneak around like that? It sucks!

After breakfast, he left with lightning speed through Renald's room. He really didn't want to meet her. Renald would run in the morning at that hour.

"Hey!"

Jerky dance. He froze in his place. Renald was standing behind him. Dance knows that voice. So without him turning around though, he knew it was Renald. But... Hey huh?? What the fuck? Doesn't he have a name? Dance grumbled in the heart. Dance snorted then put on her cold face and turned around. Dari looked at Renald without saying anything.

"Prepare, at nine o'clock we leave" said Renald then passed by leaving the dumbstruck Dance.

"Huh? What the fuck?"

Dance turned around then immediately left while grumbling. Suddenly someone pulled his hand, forcing him to turn around and stare at the person.

"Where are you going? Didn't I tell you we were leaving at nine?" sahut Renald with a slightly high tone of voice. The dance that was still shocked, fell silent in place for a moment. Some gardeners and drivers who were there noticed them. Renald still looked at him without letting go of his hand. Dance raised her hand which Renald held.

"Take it off" he said. Renald immediately released Dance's hand. "The next time you talk, that's obvious."

Renald clucking. "really troublesome! My grandmother's birthday tomorrow. All families should come. You remind me you have to act like a good wife in front of all my family? Don't fuck around and just do it."

Renald left Tari. Dance chuckled and looked at Renald in disbelief.

"He's really as happy as he is. So annoying!"

Inevitably Tari was forced to work permit, again. But because Tari felt bad, Tari was worried.

"Did I resign? But it's a real pity. I can do it easily with work. Today's time where it can be easy work. Huft I should how?" Dance ruffled her hair. He kept pacing back and forth in the front yard of the house. He had not yet entered the house.

"Mrs, I'm sorry but shouldn't you be prepared?" Marissa who saw Dance was confused, approached her. "Is there a problem, miss?"

"my job. I can't get permission anymore and obviously can't leave because I haven't worked for a year. While I can't help but come, I have to how's Marissa?" Dance squatted while hugging her legs.

"Work can be found again, ma'am. You mustn't be in trouble with Mr Renald."

Dance sighed.

"Come madam, we're ready." persuaded Marissa. Dance nodded then left with Marissa.

...***...

Dance arrived in London and then headed to York City, England. It was the hometown of his father Renald. His father is British while his mother is from Indonesia. The dance stops at a mansion even bigger than Renald's mansion in New York. Some people helped lift the suitcase of Tari and Renald. Dance was nervous, for some reason. All this time he thought his daily life would only be Renald, his home, his job and New York City of course. But look at him now. Stand right in a magnificent mansion and will meet the great family of Renald. Renald gave up his arm so that Tari could stretch out his hand. Dance had to do it. She had to pretend her marriage was happy.

Entering the mansion makes Dari mesmerized with the contents of the mansion. Very luxurious and elegant. Dari saw aunt Dhea smiling while staring at Tari.

"Welcome to York, Dance." Aunt Dhea hugged Tari warmly. "How are you? Okay?"

Dance smiled and nodded. "Good aunt. How's auntie doing?"

"Tanteau kok. Mother. Aunty is already your in-law, how the hell are you." auntie Dhea laughed. "Here go up first, rest and clean up. You must be tired. We'll eat together tonight."

"Renald went to the room first, mom." said Renald then left. In the mansion Renald and Tari are forced to sleep in one room to keep their charade.

Family dinner became very difficult. It's not like it's really a family dinner. There is no joy, only awkwardness. Even Tari continues to be bombarded about the question of pregnancy and fertile or not she. Dancing is certainly confused how to answer all that. He's never even had sex with Renald. What makes the dinner tense is when Renald suddenly stood up and then pulled Tari's hand to go from there even though dinner was not finished. It turned out that Renald was also deeply troubled by all those questions.

...*****...

Early in the morning, the dance woke up. He went around the huge mansion. I don't know how long it's been around. It didn't feel finished from now on. Or maybe he's lost?

"Dance."

A call stops Dance's steps. Dance turned.

"Mom's been looking for you everywhere. Where the hell is it?" ask Dhea, her mother-in-law.

"Hmmm... The tan-mom streets."

"Is it done?"

"Uhmmm... I don't know. I don't know. I seem to be lost."

Dhea laughed amusedly. "Then, just cut it out and let's go to your room. Your dress is in the room." Dhea pulled out her hand to start walking to the room.

"Have you forgotten your purpose here?"

"Grandma's year."

"really. Today is my grandmother's birthday. There will be a party that will be attended by important guests. There's no way you're going to wear those clothes, right?" Dhea pointed at the clothes that Dari was wearing at the moment. Dark blue slim fit jeans with light brown sweater.

"Renald's grandmother's nobleman here, dutchess. So the present must be the nobles, parliament and even the royal family. You must wear proper clothes. Mother was also exposed to culture shock when she first entered this house. Culture, manners, food, everything is different. My in-laws are nobles. Must be a lot of caution. So..." Dhea stopped and looked at Dari. "I hope you can stick with their attitude and words like last night. I'm really sorry I couldn't defend you. Renald has a history of rebellion in this house. Even all my children. That's why none of my children live here. Not like my sister-in-law. I hope you understand."

Dance smiled and nodded. "Of course, ma'am. Dance understand."

"thank you. Let's go in."

Dance was surprised when she entered the room. A row of party dresses filled her room. Some jewelry and shoes.

"Now choose. Which you think is comfortable for you to wear" said Dhea. Dance was still silent with her shock. "Help the madam choose, you understand? Serve him well" Dhea told one waiter there.

"Good mistress."

"Mother go first. Still have to arrange another. Choose, Claire will serve you."

Dance could only nod and look at her mother-in-law. What am I supposed to do?

...***...

After careful consideration, Tari chose a long satin dress in light blue. Very pretty and fit in her body. The dress is not too open. The chest is closed to the upper arm and the lower part is wide. Dance decided to stroke her long black hair. He just tidied it up. She was too nervous and kept squeezing her dress. He looks different than usual. With makeup beautifying her face.

Dance walked towards a place in her title of the event. He's waiting for Renald who knows where. From the morning he did not see her and she should have been introduced to the party because Dance was a new member of the family and it was already a tradition in that family. So he had to go into the party room with Renald. But half an hour he waited, Renald did not come. So Tari decided not to wait anymore and immediately mingled at the party. Of course he was not introduced in front of all the guests. Dance walk alone. He was confused as to what he should do. He doesn't know anyone there.

Soon she finds Renald dancing with a woman. Even from a distance, Tari knows who that woman is, Veronica. They dance very well. Like the two of them at the party. Sometimes they laugh. Renald once again left him in a foreign place, alone.

Dance walked out of the mansion. He didn't want to be at the party. He wanted to get some fresh air outside. While lifting her skirt so she can walk freely, Dance towards an artificial lake located near the mansion. On the lake there are several park benches. Dance sat on one of them. He stared at the lake in silence and let the night breeze touch his soft skin.

"Are you not flirting?" ask one person. Dance turned towards the sound. He sees Randy, Renald's close friend walking towards him. Dance just silently looked at her. "Hey, didn't you hear?"

Randy took off the suit and hung it on Tari's shoulder. The surprised dance quickly took off the suit and returned it.

"I'm fine, thank you." said Tari.

"really? The weather here is really cold and you look cold. Just put it on." Randy again hung the suit on Tari's shoulder and sat down next to her. "Why are you sitting here alone?"

"Hmmm enjoying the night?"

"here? Now then? Isn't there a party?" Randy looked in wonder. Randy is very handsome with his messy hair style.

"What about you? Isn't there a party?" Dance asked without answering Randy's question.

"I don't like formal parties like that." Randy looked at the lake in front of him. "Boring."

"Ahhh of course. Men like you would rather party in a nightclub with women than at a formal party attended by parents." said Tari without being strained. Randy looked at Dari for a moment and smiled.

"It can be said that way."

"Who is this time?"

"on its own. I didn't bring the girl."

"Ahhh right. Formal party. It's impossible to bring a girl. Must be boring."

"Are you mocking me now, miss?" ask Randy. Dance glanced at Randy who was staring at her. Dance shrugged both of her shoulders.

"No, just saying the truth."

Randy laughed. "I guessed it. You're different."

Dance frowned. "What does that mean?"

Randy stood up and prepared to leave. "You're different from the stupid girls Renald used to take out. Just put on the suit."

Randy walked away from Dance without giving her a chance to say anything.

"Haa... So I'm not the first victim? But why should I marry him? So annoying!!"

...***...