Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 20's

Rachel and Jenson are busy with their respective jobs, they pass each other only during meal hours in accordance with the agreement they made, after which they return to their respective workspaces, they were too busy to be able to ridicule each other.

On the other hand, they both felt a sense of satisfaction with themselves, because the first month they managed to pass. One month passed, only five more months left.

As they were about to pass the second month, Jenson had to go to the office for a full day to deal with the tasks she had to deal with. He went away irritated like a bear, and repeatedly cursed about stupidity.

Rachel is preparing to enjoy the moment Jenson leaves, she does not need to share her grandfather's house with others for several hours. He can do whatever he wants without worrying about someone coming to peek or make a scathing comment. That would be so much fun.

But at night Rachel seems bored, she finds herself gouging out her dinner, then observing the terrace where Jenson parked her vehicle, through a heavy brocade curtain. I don't miss that guy, he convinced himself. It was only because he was used to being accompanied by someone in the house.

Isn't that one of the reasons why he didn't live with someone before? He wants to avoid all forms of dependence. And dependency is natural when you share a place to live, even if you share it with a four-legged snake, so he's waiting for Jenson to come home.

Long after Nyoman and Jesica went to bed, Rachel was still waiting for Jenson. He told himself that he did not go to sleep because he was not tired.

Rachel took a walk on the first floor, she stepped towards the grandfather's study. Playroom can be a more appropriate term. The decoration is a mixture of a video game playground and a room for a discount with its components that have a taste of art and its low-curved fabric.

He turned to a thirty-four inch big television, then set the first show to perform. He didn't watch it. He just wants company.

There were two pinball tables that were tampered with almost an hour to beat the high score that had been achieved by grandfather. A legacy again. Then there's a big video game featuring an attack on the planet Zarbo. Under Rachel's haphazard defense system, the planet explodes three times before she manages to continue the game to the next level. There was also a computerized chess game, but he thought his brain was too lazy to play it. Finally he stretched himself on a sofa two meters away on the face of the television. Just to rest, not watch.

Shortly after, he had already watched a late-night television show about the police. With his head propped up with both hands, his feet propped up on the sofa, he relaxed and let himself be entertained.

Squeaky tires and bullet drops. When Jenson got to the door, Rachel did not notice. Jenson had a grueling day and was forced to face the capital's unusually jammed streets on his way home.

In fact he had thought of staying overnight at the hotel, he got the invitation of the assistant producer, a neat brunette woman with her big brown eyes. But he prefers to sleep alone in Grandpa's house, even if he is tied to marriage so he does not want to sleep another woman while still married to Rachel, she said, although the woman did not forbid him to make love and make love with anyone.

Jenson was about to crawl up, fall on her bed and sleep until noon, but saw the light and heard a noise. She saw Rachel watching television while lying on the couch watching the rerun at one in the morning. The woman seemed curious as if she was having fun.

Not a bad show, Jenson mused, recognizing the series. In fact, he wrote several scripts for the series in the early days of his career. The main character has a sly sense as well as an awkward attitude that makes the perpetrator release enough information to get him arrested at the end of the event.

Jenson watched Rachel who was moving around comfortably on the sofa. Jenson waited until the commercial break. “Well, it turns out you watch TV too.”

Rachel was indeed close to falling, rolling quickly to look back, towards the entrance. He got up, frowned and twisted his brain in search of an acceptable reason. “I can't sleep,” said, which is true. He's not going to add one more reason, which is because Jenson's not home.

“I think television is made for insomniacs. Valium for the mind.” Jenson was tired, really tired, but she realized how happy she was because Rachel welcomed her this way. He approached her, jumped to sit next to her, and rested his feet on a coffee table made from a round plump wooden bar.

“This event is not based on the premise of finding out who committed the crime, but on how the hero set them up to betray himself,”, Jenson said. It was great to arrive home.

Rachel pretends not to be interested, but shuffles in such a way that she can still see the screen. “So, how's your script?”

“Success.” Jenson took off one of his shoes using the other. “After a few hours of blaming the casting director, the script remained intact.”

Jenson looks tired. Completely tired, Rachel realized that the man was not able to bend his body enough to take off his shoes next door again. The man only let out a short grunt.

“I don't understand why people want to be so bothered to take care of something that lasts only an hour each week.”

Jenson opened her eyes to look at Rachel. “You don't understand the world of television entertainment.”

“What's so good? There's a crime, the hero goes after the villain and catches him before the credit title at the end of the movie comes out. It seems quite simple and boring.”

“I thank you for saying that, I will say at the upcoming production meeting.”

“Really, Jenson, to me it seems like everything is going pretty boring, don't you feel it? you've been doing this job for years.”

Rachel smiled knotingly. “I've heard of it.”

“Well, mix that with artistic habits, rating competitions, and a bloated budget. Do not forget to consider the executives in the network. It didn't go so smoothly for four years. If Logan is made for another four years, it won't go smoothly either. That's show business.”

Rachel moved her shoulders. “It looks like it's a stupid way to make a living.”

“Indeed,” Jenson assented, and fell asleep.

Rachel lets him fall asleep for the next twenty minutes while he alone watches the cunning cop clumsy tightening the strings on his greedy business partner. Satisfied that justice had been served, Rachel got up to turn off the television and light the room.

I can leave Jenson here, he thought as he watched Jenson fall asleep. At that time Jenson seemed quite comfortable with his condition, Rachel approached the man to wipe the hair that fell on his forehead.But Jenson might wake up with a stiff neck. I'd better get him upstairs, to bed, break up Rachel, and shake that guy's shoulder.

“Jenson.”

“Mmm?”

“Come to bed.”

“I don't think you're going to ask for it,” murmured, and grabbed Rachel half-heartedly.

Rachel shook her shake even more strongly. "Come on, husband, I'll help you to the top.”

“The director was really stupid,” his grunts as Rachel dragged him to her feet, with one hand clutching Jenson's waist, Rachel began to lead him out of the room.

“She constantly complains about my script.”

“There's such a shitty person? In a moment we will climb the stairs,” Rachel told him.

“Say he wanted more emotional influence in the second half. Sure enough,” cursed Jenson when Rachel had already half dragged him up the stairs. “What does he know about emotional influences?”

“It's clear he's a dwarf.” Stupefied he supported Jenson into his room. The man is heavier than he looks. “Now we have arrived at room.” With a bit of strategy and a burning determination, Jenson pushed him to the bed. “Well, this is convenient, right?” leaving the man fully dressed, Rachel covers him with a blanket

“Don't you want to take my pants off first?”

Rachel patted Jenson on the head. “Do not expect.”

“Ayolah.”

“If I help you disarm this night, I might have a nightmare.”

“Aren't you so crazy about me?” The bed felt like heaven. Jenson could wallow a whole week there.

“You're getting delirious, Jenson. I'll have Nyoman bring you warm tea and honey tomorrow morning.”

Jenson forced herself to open her eyes and smile at Rachel. “Why don't you creep up next to me? I can give you a warm hug."

Rachel leaned over, closing in until her lips were just a few inches away from Jenson's. Their breaths are fast and intimate. A moment Rachel kept doing so while her hair fell on Jenson's cheek. “In your dream,” whispered.

Jenson shrugged, yawned, and rolled over. “Colah!”

"NO..." Rachel then steps away by slamming the door to Jenson's room.