Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 26's

“No fuss at all, not at all.” Big, round, and only half bald, Jackson gave Jenson a friendly grin. “Diajeng will be very happy to see you, even though we did not know you were coming. How long are you gonna be here?”

“As long as I'm needed here. I immediately came here after receiving the letter. You didn't mention the name of the hospital. Since you are at home and are relaxing,” he said in the strongest possible angry tone, “Can I assume that my mother's condition has improved?”

“Conditions?” Jackson laughed cheerfully. “Wah, now I don't know how he'll respond to that, but you can ask him yourself.”

“Yes I'll ask you directly, but where is my mom?”

“Sedang took Kegel gymnastics class with his friends. He'll be home in an hour. How about a glass of brandy?”

“Six kegel!” Jenson stepped forward and gripped the collar of her surprised stepfather. “What do you mean my mom is Kegel gymnastics?”

“Your mother routinely does it so that when in bed she gets hotter." explains Jackson carefully. “Although he is already very hot bagiki.”

Then Jenson realized it, as clear as the bell. “You didn't send me a letter about my mother?”

“Surat?” Jackson patted Jenson's arm, hoping Matthew would stay close by. “I don't think you need to send a letter just because your mom took Kegel gymnastics classes, Nak.”

“My book doesn't hurt?”

“As strong as a horse, what else when in bed. Hmmm I mean your mother is very healthy," she hurriedly corrected her.

Jenson cursed and turned her body. “Someone must pay for it,” grunts.

“Where do you want to go?”

“Back to Jakarta.” Jenson looked up while running towards the stairs.

With a sense of relief, Jackson chose not to protest Jenson's departure. “Is there a message for your mother?”

“Yeah.” Jenson stopped with one hand on the taxi door. “Yeah, tell him that I'm glad he's in good health. And I hope you also regularly drink jamu sari rapet.” Jenson slammed the door.

Jackson waited until the taxi passed from his sight. “Sweetie,” grunts her servant. “Writer of television series.”

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Rachel, who was in deep sleep, woke up at seven in the morning when Jenson came to her bed. The bed he was sleeping in shook. Jenson smuggles her head into the pillow next to Rachel then closes her eyes.

“But,” Jenson swore in annoyance.

Rachel finally woke up, remembering she was naked and grabbed a blanket. “Jenson! You should be in Bali right now. What are you doing in my bed?” panicked shouting.

“Lays horizontally for the first time since many hours of travel due to delay.”

“Then do it in your own bed there go,” the command, but then he sees the lines of fatigue and exhaustion in Jenson. “How is your mother's current state.” Rachel took his hand. “Oh, Jenson, what lest your mother had...”.

“She's doing Kegel exercises.” He put his free hand on his own face. Even for him the hand felt hard and rough. “I traversed many cities, had delays for hours, only to find it Kegel gymnastics."

“Then it means your mother is better right?”

“He's always fine. The letter was just a mockery.” Jenson yawned, stretched, then lay down again. “Yes God, what a very tiring night.”

“Yeah. I planned some form of revenge while in Bali. Maybe it was our brothers who messed up your study, now it's my turn. Now each of us owes them one.”

“I owe two to them.” Rachel leaned against the head of the bed with the sheets tucked under her armpits. Her hair fell luxuriously over her bare shoulders. “The night you left, I was locked in the cellar.”

Jenson's attention turned away from the thin cloth that barely covered Rachel. “Locked? How can you, what are you doing down there?”

Crossing one leg over the other, Rachel recounted what had happened from the death of the lamp.

“Mclimb box? Through that little window? He's almost three meters tall over.”

“Ya, I climb the box up to three meters.”

Jenson scowled at him. The anger he felt because it was treated in such a way that he could not sleep doubled. He could imagine Rachel flailing her way out in a damp cellar. Worse, she can clearly see Rachel climbing up boxes and rickety crates. “Your neck can be broken.”

“Not come that far. Just my favorite Kim Seok Jin nightgown torn, there were scratches on both my knees, and my shoulders bruised.”

Jenson managed to temper his anger. He will answer if the time is right. “Still it's bad Rachel,” she said lightly and thought about what she would do to anyone who had locked Rachel up.

“It was bad,” reply Rachel felt humiliated. “While you were only delaying the hours in Surabaya, I was locked in a cold and damp cellar with that ugly rat and spider, whereas I was so scared and disgusted with rats.”

“Maybe we can reconsider about calling the police?”

“ We can't prove anything. We don't even know who the person we can prove is breaking the law.”

“New rules,” drop out Jenson. “We stay together. There is no one and we can leave any house until we stay without another. At least until we find out who our dear brother is playing around with us.”

Rachel began to protest, but then she remembered how scared she was at the time, the cellar, the fear and loneliness she felt. “Agree. Now...” With one hand holding the sheets, he inched towards Jenson. “I appointed Uncle Yosef for this matter. After all, he knew this house better than anyone else. He'll stay here.”

“That's a very good guess. But that was just a guess.” Jenson staring at the ceiling “I want to know. Yagil also stayed six weeks here when we were children.”

“That's right.” Rachel frowned while looking at the ceiling. The glass in the room reflected their shadows lying side by side. “I've forgotten that. She hates it.”

“He never had a sense of humor.”

“True. As I recall she obviously doesn't like you.”

“Maybe because I made his eyes bruise.”

Rachel's eyebrows shot up. “So.” Then, because Yagil's shadow with puffy eyes was quite attractive to him, he added, “Why did you do it? You never said it and you never told me either.”

“Remember the frog in your closet?”

Rachel snorted and looked at her bedsheet “Of course I remember. You're not really an adult.”

“Not me, it was Yagil.”

“Yagil?” Astonished, Rachel turned towards Jenson again. “You mean, that little bastard who put a frog in my underwear?” The next idea came, unexpectedly, to feel good. “And you punched him because of that?”

“Why didn't you dispute the time I accused you, why did you just shut up back then? You're so stupid.”