Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 12's

Time pass. After using the drawplate, coals, and his own hands carefully and meticulously, the first thin gold braid began to form.

He had only begun to stretch his back muscles when the door of the ward opened and cold air gushed in. With a face gleaming with sweat and concentration, Jenson glared at him.

“You want what you came here for?” ketus

“Seeing my wife is doing what?” Jenson buried his hands in both pockets of his jacket to keep them warm, but did not button the front buttons. Rachel noticed Jenson also did not bother shaving. “Bau this place like oven.”

“I'm at work.” He lifted the hem in the big apron he wore, then rubbed his forehead. Being bullied like this is what pisses me off, Rachel told herself. Not the fact that Jenson saw him when he looked like a steelworker. “Do not call me wife, and remember rule number three?”

“Say that to Jesica.” After leaving the door slightly open, Jenson waltzed in. “Jesica said, You missed breakfast and this was after the saying you didn't eat either, but now you won't be able to escape lunch.” Jenson's high curiosity made her touch her finger to a tray where Rachel placed some brightly colored stones. “I'm in charge of taking you to the dining room.”

“I'm not ready yet, who hasn't had breakfast anyway? Before you woke up I already picked up a piece of muffin in refrigerator”

"Muffin doesn't make you full enough." He picked up a sapphire and observed it under the light. “If I go to the dining room alone, Jesica will come to pick you up, pity she has inflamed joints again.”

Rachel swore silently. “Let it.” His orders while removing his apron.

“Some of these things look like real,” comments Jenson. Although he put the sapphire back into place, he picked up a round, shiny diamond.

“Some of these objects are indeed real.” Rachel bent down to turn off one of the heating devices.

The diamond was still within Jenson's grasp as the man scowled towards Rachel's head. “Why the hell, are you putting it together like candy like this? It should have been saved and locked.”

Rachel turned off the second heater. “Why?”

“Don't pretend to be more stupid than you should. Someone could have stolen it.”

“Someone?” Straightening her body, Rachel smiled at him. “Tak much ‘someone’ here. I don't think Nyoman and Jesica are a problem, but maybe I should worry about you.”

Jenson cursed and put the diamond back. “That's your ruse, wife, but if I had a few hundred million on display and ready to get into someone's pocket, I'd be more careful.”

In many ways Rachel sometimes agrees with Jenson's opinion, but this time she just picks up her jacket without commenting further. After all, they were not in a crowded place. If he locks everything, he will have to unlock it again every time he wants to work. “This is just one of many differences between you and me, Jenson. I think this is because you wrote about so many evil scenes, so your thoughts are negative continue.”

“I also write about human habits.” He took a sketch of an emerald necklace that Rachel had drawn. The sketch has a scale that will satisfy an architect, and radiance and flow that will impress an artist. “If you're so interested in making jewelry, why don't you wear it?”

“Jewelry blocks me while working. If you write about human habits, why do criminals get caught every week?”

“Because I write for many people, and people need heroes.”

“At least, lock the door,” Jenson advises.

“I don't have the key.”

“Then we will make it.”

“We don't need it.”

Jenson slammed the door. “You need it.”

Rachel just shrugged her shoulders as she walked down her study. “Jenson, have I told you that you complain more than usual?”

Jenson reached into a piece of lemon-flavored candy from her pocket and put it in her mouth.

“Stop smoking, it's not good for your health.” Rachel could smell the clothes Jenson was wearing smelled of cigarettes.

Jenson scowling. “I'm stressed with my job, plus I have to stay with you, so I need a cigarette.”

Rachel laughed a sign of sympathy before slipping her arm in Jenson's arm. “You'll be safe, darling. This first month was the hardest for us. You just have to distract yourself, and adapt. We'll take a walk after lunch.”

“Kita?”

“Ya. we can play canasta after dinner.”

Jenson grunting. “You will definitely cheat.”

“See, your attention has been diverted.” Laughing, he put his face on Jenson's face. The man's face looked a little sour, but strangely, it became interesting. A calm and well-intentioned face always bore Rachel. “It wouldn't be a problem to strip off one of your vices (easily distracted), Jenson. You have so many vices.”

“I like my vices,” grunts, then looks at Rachel. The woman was giving him a friendly, friendly smile, which he rarely sent to her. That smile always made Jenson forget about the many difficulties she had to endure because of Rachel. The smile made him forget that he was not interested in dramatic women with wild red hair and sharp bones. “A woman like you must also have some vices.”

Rachel's mouth looked serious, her eyes were cunning. “Maybe, I can't judge myself. But I tried to be nice to others." he paused for a moment in the hallway. "Your menuryt what's my bad nature?" he looked at Jenson.

Jenson slid down Rachel's cheek with her fingers. The sort of movement that Jenson realized could easily become a habit. Rachel was right, her attention was distracted.

They were standing close together, if he was one step closer, there would be.....

That's what Rachel always avoided, she let her breath out regularly and lightly before she finally stepped again. “We better not let Jesica wait.”