Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 22's
He wants Rachel to be his wife forever, not just his temporary wife. Jenson was unable to pretend. When he wants something, he will try to make it happen in one of two ways. First, he will plan the best approach, then carry out the steps one by one, maneuvering smoothly and arranging everything correctly to run smoothly. If that doesn't work, he'll use the second way.
She judged Rachel could not react to her patience and good attitude. The woman also would not accept if she was conquered just like that. Jenson thought it best to go straight for a completely new third way.
An interesting challenge, Jenson muttered with a knotty smile. There is nothing he likes more than to organize and rearrange the storyline, and move the point of view. And didn't he always think of Rachel as an interesting character? So, he's going to do it like a show.
A hotshot and a hotshot lady-in-waiting, Jenson captioned her story with Rachel. Mutually interested but reluctant to admit it, even though it is tied to marriage. The smart and charming whiz. Have determination and an unusually strong will. Didn't he quit smoking five weeks three days and fourteen hours ago? According to the request of the Woman.
The heroine is stubborn in nature also strongly opinionated, often misrepresenting arrogance with independence. The hotshot gradually cracked the woman's fragile shield to the satisfaction of both of them.
Jenson leaned back in her chair and grinned. He can make it a real script. Many actions that will be included there are not planned in advance, of course, but he already has the main theme. Satisfied, and enthusiastic about the opening scene, Jenson returned to work with a burning spirit.
Two hours passed quickly as Jenson worked steadily. He answered the knock on the door of his room with a sigh.
“Sorry, Sir. Jenson.” Nyoman, who was breathing slightly after climbing the stairs, was standing at the door.
Jenson moaned again and finished her job typing the last paragraph. “Yes, Nyoman?”
“There's a letter for you, Mr.”
“Surat?” While frowning, he turned his chair. “Thank you.” Jenson greeted the letter, but he just flailed it in the palm of his hand. “Rachel is still in her study?”
“Ya, sir.” The answer. “Jesica was a little upset that Miss Rachel didn't have lunch. He intends to serve dinner an hour later. I hope you two have dinner.”
Jenson understood very well, when it comes to Jesica, he should not cause chaos. “Later I'll be down.”
“Thank you, sir, and if I may say so, I really love your television show. Especially this week's episode which is very good.”
“Thank you, Nyoman.”
Nyoman has a habit of watching it every week while Jenson is with her. He never watched an episode.
“Maybe there would never be a Logan’s Run if there was no Grandpa Robert,” mused Jenson. “I miss him so much.”
“We all are so. The house was so quiet without him. But I...” Nyoman's face reddened slightly as it occurred to her that she had already crossed the line.
“Forward, Nyoman.”
“No, Nyoman. Thank you.”
With the letter in hand, Jenson leaned back as Nyoman passed. The old servant had known him since he was a child. Jenson can vividly remember when exactly Nyoman stopped calling him the Aerospace Master. At that time he was sixteen years old and was visiting Robert's house during the summer. Nyoman called him Sir. Aerospace and Jenson felt as if he had just stepped out of childhood, crossed adolescence, then crossed into adulthood.
It was strange to think how many events in his life involved Robert's grandfather and the people who were part of him. Nyoman served her first whiskey on her eighteenth birthday. Years earlier, Jesica had gifted her the first jewel. His parents never bothered to hit him and his teachers did not dare to do so. Jenson still remembers that after her pain subsided, she felt part of the family.
Rachel became a curse as well as a fantasy of her teenage years. It seems that it still happens to this day. And Grandpa Robert. Robert's grandfather had been a father, grandfather, friend, and brother to him.
Robert's grandfather was Robert's Grandfather, and Jenson was telling the truth when he revealed to Jesica that he missed the old man. Thinking of something else, Jenson began to open the letter.
“Hai Jenson's.
I hope you're okay. I just wanted to say that now your mother is very sick. The doctor did not expect much. Go back to Bali immediately.
Write a message in the letter. Jenson looked at the letter for almost a full minute. It was impossible, her mother never got sick. His mother considered his illness a social disgrace. For a moment he was stunned in disbelief, a moment of surprise.
When Rachel stopped by her room fifteen minutes later, she saw Jenson throwing her clothes into a bag. The woman raised her eyebrows, leaned against the door, then cleared her throat. “Where do you want to go?”
“Bali.” Jenson put in her shaving equipment.
“Really?” Now Rachel folded her hands. “Searching for a brighter climate?”
“It's about my mom. Her husband sent me a message.”
Rachel immediately took off her cold and sarcastic pose and then came closer to “What is your sick mother?”
“In the letter was not said anything, but it looks like the situation is not good.”
“Oh, Jenson. Is there anything I can do? Looking for a plane ticket?”
“I've bought it. In a few hours my plane leaves. They made me have to take the route that had to transit to Surabaya, but that's the best I can work on.”
Feeling helpless, Rachel notices Jenson closing her bag. “You'll take me to the airport if you want.”
“No, but thank you.” Jenson combed her hair with her hands while turning to face Rachel. That caring was there, though Jenson realized that Rachel had only met her mother once, maybe ten or fifteen years ago. That caring sense was present for him and unexpectedly, seemed sincere. “Rachel, it will take me more than two hours to get there. And next I don't know...” His speech was interrupted, unable to imagine his mother in a state of severe pain. “Maybe I can't go back in time, not in twenty-four hours.