Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 32's

“I know it's Christmas Eve, Dila.” Jenson lifted his coffee cup, found it empty and lifted the kettle from the electric stove. Dregs. He dampened his sigh. The problem with Grandpa Robert's house is that you have to walk half a mile to the kitchen whenever your kettle dries. “I know the party will take place lively, but I can't go anywhere.”

That is not entirely true, Jenson mused as he listened to Dila's talk about a celebration at one of the night Clubs in the Kemang area. According to his estimation, all his friends would be present at the party. It means a festive feast, with abundant alcoholic beverages.

Jenson could have taken the day off and come to the party toast a glass or two with her friends. But he really didn't want to go anywhere.

“I appreciate it... You just want to say merry christmas, right? No, maybe the next party, Dila. Weirdo? Yeah, maybe.” Jenson had to laugh. Dila is an accomplished dancer and a laughing stock. “New year if I can set the schedule. Okay, babe. Yeah, yeah, ciao.”

More than a little relieved, Jenson hung up. Dila is a fun woman but Jenson is not used to being attached to her, she never takes her relationship seriously. But the truth is, Dila is very interested in all of Jenson's charms.

Jenson does not want to bother about Dila's feelings for her, even though Dila has ambition and talent, a combination that can be successful in the heavy entertainment business if a pinch of luck is added to it.

From the front door Rachel watched Jenson stroke the back of her neck. Dila, repeat in your heart. He imagines women of Jenson's taste have names like Dila, or Robin and Candy. Molek, smooth, charming, and preferably empty-headed.

“Already expected, you mamang can never be separated from women who are beautiful and empty-brained.” On the one hand he felt relieved, because yesterday he managed to defend himself not to sleep with Jenson.

Jenson turned around in her chair to give Rachel a long look while squinting. “Honey, did you hear my talk?”

Rachel shrugged but did not step inside. “If you want privacy, you should have closed the door.”

“Darling, you must have misunderstood my conversation with Dila earlier.”

With the eyebrows raised and the head slightly raised, Rachel seemed to keep her distance like a noble. “Your phone conversation is not interesting to me at all, because I expected it. I just came to help Nyoman. Below is a package for you.”

“Thank you. But I think you should hear my explanation, dear.” Jenson catches a siren full of anger, jealousy and disappointment from Rachel's eyes.

“I told you I'm not interested, I want to work and you can't bother me." Rachel prepares to leave Jenson's room, but Jenson quickly prevents her.

"Trust me, he and I have nothing to do, he just said good Christmas to me and took me to the party but I turned it down for you." Jenson still held Rachel's hand tightly, but then Rachel threw her down.

"Oh say merry christmas by calling her babe? How many women do you call that?"

“Alright, I'm sorry. I'm wrong, let's avoid this squabble,” Jenson knows, any kind of explanation will not be accepted by a jealous person, so he's kind of waiting for the right time. "It's Christmas soon, and we've got three weeks of freedom and our family prank. Ceasefire.”

“For now.” Not entirely satisfied, Jenson sat back in his chair. “Zephaniah's remarks about informing the police about the intruder and spreading rumors about an official investigation may be working for a while, or maybe our family is taking a holiday break. Whatever the reason, I haven't fully been able to relax.”

“You would rather break someone's nose than solve the problem peacefully,” Rachel said. “Already, don't think about it. I myself will enjoy the holidays and will not think of our dear family.” He grabbed a gold braid chain on Jenson's desk and played with it. “I think Dila is disappointed, you refused her invitation to the party."

"I don't care about him, he's not who I'm ready for."

Rachel twirled the chain in one direction, then turned it back in the other direction, then released it. “Jenson, I really don't mind you attending the party, our wedding is only temporary, you're free to walk with whoever you want."

Rachel realized that, she had no right to outsmart Jenson with whichever woman she wanted, but that sentence made Jenson sick.

“Regulation number six” Jenson reminded. “We stay together, and you yourself have already turned down half a dozen invitations to spend the holidays.”

“Optionalku.” Rachel grabbed the chain again, then dropped her hand. “It has nothing to do with you..”

“My choice too,” cut Jenson. “I don't want to come to the party.”

"I'm just too lazy to make that trip.” Without saying anything more, Rachel inched out of the room and disappeared.

A woman of contrast, thought Jenson. He was getting close to being crazy about Rachel. And crazy is the perfect word. She knows Rachel is jealous, but she doesn't like it every time Rachel says their marriage is temporary. Jenson is unable to return to work, so he gets up and follows Rachel down the stairs.

He found the woman in the living room, rearranging the packages under the tree. “How many packages have you shaken?”

“Everything,” replied Rachel lightly. But he did not turn his head because Jenson could have seen how happy he was to find the man willing to go down, along with him. He fiddled with a gracefully wrapped box, “it seems like I didn't find a gift for me from you.”

Jenson gave him a sincere smile. “Who said I gave you a gift?”

“If not, then you are not polite and you are very stingy with me.”

“You can buy anything you want, so why would I give you?" Jenson leaned over to observe the pile of boxes under the tree. “Who is Boris?” his question was probing while picking up a small silvery box with a white ribbon waving.