Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 13
A car turned a corner and disappeared from view. It rained down. Fluorescent lights illuminate puddles of water. It's a bit grim, not festive. There's a kind of gray and pathetic feeling in this part of town. Small alleys, cheap clubs, dented cars. The dainty blond who was dressed neatly walked quickly. He was nervous, not his nature, but not lost. Close-up on the envelope in her hand. The envelope is damp because of the rain. His fingers opened and closed it. Decit the tire appeared on the screen and he gasped. The blue light from the club twinkled on his face as he stood outside. He's dumbstruck. Move the envelope from one hand to the other. Three shots, then....
That's the script Jenson was writing before three beats were heard on Jenson's door. Before he answered the sound of the knock, Rachel had first waltzed in. “Happy wedding day while the second week, Dear.”
Jenson looked up behind his laptop, he was more often awake at night, working on the story that had already formed in his mind. It's nine in the morning, and he's just drinking a cup of coffee to keep it fresh all day. Coffee and cigarettes are the ultimate weapon to make a script, but unfortunately the scene that had sparked in his mind immediately disappeared because of the arrival of Rachel.
“Iih... What do you want?” Jenson stretched out her hand into a bowl of beans and found herself eating all but the two remaining grains.
“Two full weeks without any broken bones.” Rachel leaned over, and stuck her tongue out at Jenson, and she pulled out a chair in the corner of the room, because that was the only empty space available in Jenson's study. He shook off the dust in the corner of the table beside him, and left a line of scabs. “And they always say that we won't be able to survive.”
Rachel looked refreshed with her wild red hair combed back, she looked comfortable in warm clothes and trousers that were too big for her. Jenson felt as if Rachel had just come out of the cave.
The long-sleeved shirt he wore had been torn off his shoulder two years ago, but he still loved it. A few weeks earlier, he had helped a friend paint an apartment. The paint stain on her jeans suggests that her friend loves pink.
Rachel smiled at him like a cheerful and enthusiastic kindergarten teacher. The smell of his body was fresh, clean, like the flowers in the tanan. “We have rules about respecting other people's workspace instead,” Jenson reminded.
“Oh, do not be quick to sulk baby, just relax I remember it kok.” Rachel said it with the same reassuring smile. “Again, you never gave me your work schedule, so I didn't know you were working. And what I've noticed over the last few days is that you're too busy Jenson.”
“I just started treatment for a new episode.”
“Really?” Rachel pulls her seat next to Jenson and she leaned on Jenson's shoulder. “Hmm,” he said, though he wondered who had shot whom. “Well, I don't think it will take long.”
“Why don't you play with your beads alone?”
“Now you're being rude when I come here to take you away with me for a walk.” Rachel moved out of her seat and she moved to the end of the table.
Rachel does not know for sure why she can be sweet and friendly enemies as well as her temporary husband. Perhaps it was because the emerald necklace was almost finished and had even exceeded its own standards. Maybe because in the last two weeks he's found some kind of fun with Jenson.
Jenson squinted her eyes. “For what, tumben once.?”
“I want to buy some materials Jesica.” needs He notices the tortoise shell being decorated on Jenson's desk, and Rachel tracks it down with her fingers. “I think you want to get out for a while.”
Jenson really wanted to get out. It had been two weeks since his arrival to Grandpa Robert's house he had not come out at all, but then he looked back at the paper in his printer machine. “About how long will it take?”
“Oh, two-three hours I think.” Rachel moved her shoulders. “Just go home takes an hour, I want to go to PIM there is good ice cream there.”
“Good.” Rachel got up from the table, a little surprised at the disappointment she felt. Silly, thought. He enjoys driving alone while tuning the radio aloud. “Do not let your fingers sprain,” the ledek.
Jenson started condemning something behind Rachel, because her nut bowl was empty, “Rachel, how about you buy me a few grams of pistachio?”
Rachel stopped at the door, she raised her eyebrows. “Pistachio?”
“Yes, my stock is up, you don't mind?” Jenson grabbed a box of roko and took one stick. One deep, long puff, made his mind calm again.
Rachel glanced at the empty bowl and almost smiled. “I guess, I don't mind.”
“And one national magazine.”
The girl's eyebrows are linked up. “Do you want to make a list for me?”
Jenson shakes. “Be a sweet child. Next time Jesica needs groceries, I'll come with.”
Rachel thought about it for a moment. “Alright then, nuts and magazines.”
“And some pencil bars and their remover!” exclaim Jenson.
Rachel slammed the door with her wits.
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Nearly two hours passed before Jenson decided he deserved another cup of coffee. The storyline went according to what he planned, full of twists and turns. Logan Run fans expect the occasional greget to be given a splash of color and magic. Such a script is what can be sold in the market.
Putting aside his medium, Jenson enjoyed writing for the screen. He is happy to know that his story can reach millions of people every week, and for an hour they can involve themselves with the characters he has created.
In fact, Jenson likes Logan Run's shy yet steady heroism, humor and all its flaws. He makes Logan human and can make mistakes, also lazy because in the shadow of Jenson, the best heroes are always like that.
Ratings and fan letters prove that he has hit the mark. His Logan script has earned him rave reviews and several awards, just as his one-act script has earned him the same. But the script got several hundred good comments, mostly from viewers in Jakarta. Logan’s Run reaches out to all circles. From adults to children.
Jenson views television as a magic box that everyone deserves to enjoy a dash of magic from inside.