Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 11's

Just in time Mrs. Zephaniah leaves Grandpa Robert's residence, and the rain falls back on Grandpa's residence. Out there the air was cold enough to make Rachel's skin feel pierced, she rushed to change her dress with warm clothes.

Rachle downed the collar of his jacket, and he started down the hallway leading to his study. The cold air of the day seemed to pierce the body. He loved the silence because Jenson went back to his room, and the lightness of the air.

In Korea Rachel was almost affected by pneumonia because she was unable to avoid the rain storm, she was trapped in Busan when she was about to visit her best friend's residence. The heavy rain that occurred very suddenly made him have to shade in a cafe that was almost flooded.

The rainy season for Rachel herself is a time for the basics. Warmth, food, work. There are times when Rachel just wants the basics, but sometimes she doesn't.

While he was in New York he argued for hours about unions, politics, and civil rights, because the reality was that he liked debate. He wants stimulation from someone who has different views with him on issues that are talked about and ridiculous. He wanted a challenge, heat and training for his brain. But…

There was a time when he desperately wanted solitude, the sparkling rain that fell from the sky, as well as the promise of a glass of warm drink by the fireplace. And there comes a time when, although he himself rarely admits it, he wants someone's shoulder to rest his head and one hand to hold, he hopes to one day find the man of his dreams.

He was raised to regard self-reliance as an obligation, not an option.  Both parents have the most balanced relationship, evenly with each other. Rachel saw them as something rare in a world where the scales too often shifted without direction. At the age of eighteen, Rachel decides not to settle down unless she gets a partner. At the age of twenty, he decided that marriage was not for him. He poured all his passion, energy, and imagination into his work.

His heartfelt dedication gets the right reward. He was successful, even leading in his field, and creatively satisfied. That's more than many people can achieve.

Now he opened the entrance to his study. The room was very large and square in shape, the floor was made of hard wood and the walls were paneled, Grandfather Robert did not believe in primitive things. After pressing the button, the room was flooded with light.

According to his instructions, the suitcase and boxes he sent were arranged in one part of the wall. he counted five work tables, with the room that has lighting and ventilation is also very good.

It won't take long, Rachel thought, to turn this room into a regular, productive workspace.

It took three hours.

The money he invested in those materials had dredged the legacy he got from his grandmother, as well as the savings he had accumulated during his apprenticeship. Rewards appropriate. Rachel took out a map and rubbed it with her palm. The payoff is very, very good.

He was able to forge silver into gold, combine two types of metal and create an extraordinarily intricate design using only a few beads or shells. Metal can be formed into thin strands like threads or large dense globs. Rachel was able to do whatever she chose, with almost exactly the same equipment used by artists two centuries ago.

The continuity and the variety always attract Rachel. He never created two works that were exactly the same. It was for him a factory-made thing, not a basil of works. Once, his work was simple and graceful, his design was classic. The work was quite in demand and gave him a bit of artistic freedom. Other times, his work is bold and ferocious, as well as exaggerated. It's the impulse that guides Rachel, not the trend. Rarely, rarely, he is willing to make a work in accordance with a certain style. Unless his style, or his client, appeals to him.

He once refused a president's order because he thought the man's idea was too ordinary, but he was willing to fulfill a new father's request to make a ring because he thought the man's idea was unique. Rachel was told that the new mother never removed the gold chain from her fingers. Three links, one for every triplets the woman was born with.

Rachel had just finished making the three-tiered necklace strand design ordered by the husband of a famous singer, a condition that the man had put on Rachel. The man wanted a lot of emeralds on that necklace. And the man had already paid, Rachel mused, for the dozen emeralds she ordered just before leaving New York. The emeralds are square, three carats each, and are striking green in color which makes them especially valuable.

Rachel knew, it was a great opportunity for her, professionally and most importantly, artistically. If the necklace is successful, not only reviews will appear in his memory book, but also acceptance. He will be more free to do more of what he wants without compromise.

The trick is to string the strands together so that they stick like iron and look like spider webs. The rock will be dangling from each level as if it were dipping there.

For the next two hours, he worked on his gold.

Flanked by heating in the corners of the room and sparks from the equipment, the air becomes stuffy. Grain of sweat splashed behind his warm clothes, but he did not care. In fact, he barely noticed when the gold became clay. Again and again, he laid the wire on the drawplate, tidied up the tangled parts and slowly changed the size and shape. When the wire already looks like an angel's hair, he starts using his fingers, twisting and braiding it until it fits the design in his mind and drawing paper.

The work will be simple—anggun, yet simple. His emeralds will carry their own luster as he arranges them.