Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 33
“Cello players from Russia. He adores...my gold chain.”.
Jenson's mouth gaped, but only for a moment. “Short-stop Yasmine who last year posted 304?”
“Yupz.. Exactly right. You might notice the silver bracelet he wore on his right wrist. I made it for him last March. He seemed to think that it could make his punch go straight or something.” Rachel lifted the blue-golden box and shook it gently. “She's someone very good once.”
“Oooh so.” Jenson scanned the entire gift box Rachel got from her friends with a jealous look. “Looks like your gift is mostly from men.”
“Really?” Rachel herself observed. “It seems that your gifts are also mostly from a woman. Chi-Chi?” ask him while picking up a big pink box.
“He's a marine biologist,” Jenson said as he stuck out his tongue.
“Astunning. And I imagine Magda a librarian.”
“Lawyer Mishel,” said plain.
“Hmm. Well, whoever sent this must be a shy.” He took a bottle of red-colored champagne. On his card it says “Merry Christmas, Jenson,” and nothing more.
Jenson looked at the label while assuring. “Some people do not want to advertise their generosity.”
“How about you?” Rachel tilted her head. “Again, this is just a bottle. Are you going to share?”
“Who should I share with?”
“I should have known you were a greedy and miserly creature.” Rachel took out a box bearing her name. “Therefore I will eat the whole contents of this imported chocolate box alone.”
Jenson glared at the box. “How do you know it contains chocolate?”
Rachel just smiled. “Hendra always gave me chocolate.”
“Import?”
“Swiss.”
Jenson extended a hand. “Be happy and divide by rata.”
Hours later, when it rained again and a fire broke out in the fireplace, Rachel lit up the light bulbs on the Christmas tree. Like Jenson, he didn't miss the crowd, the crazy party at the nightclub. He is where he wants to be. It only took him a few weeks to realize that his attachment to the glitter of his former life was not as great as he had once thought. Robet's a home for him. Isn't that always the case? But what would happen if he had to stay at Rober's alone?
Jenson won't be staying here, although it's true that the man owns half of Rober's in the coming months, but Jenson's life includes his active social life at his friends' gatherings. Jenson won't stay, Rachel thought again, and got herself irritated by a sense of regret. Why would Jenson stay? Just let the man go with the makeup dancers, muttered to himself, walking around, then poking at the fire that had been burning in the fireplace. How could Jenson stay? They can't stay together indefinitely. Sooner or later Rachel has to discuss this with Jenson including when they will get divorced. It wasn't easy, but she thanked Robert's grandfather because the old man did something Rachel hated. Householding. Rachel may have been forced to get in touch with Jenson for a period of time, but within a few months of her life, her life became full of energy and interest compared to a few months before. That's what, Rachel's inner self, hates to leave behind.
He will handle his interest in Jenson. In reality, Jenson is not his type as he is not Jenson type. He hit it hard with a stick of firewood. Of all he knew, Jenson chose a flamboyant, exotic type of woman. Actress, dancer, model. While Rachel herself, on the other hand, is looking for a man who is more intellectual and romantic. Men who could spend time discussing unknown French novelists and appreciating small texts known and understood by only a few. Most of them will not be able to distinguish whether Logan’s Run is the name of the television series or the name of the restaurant in Citayem.
The fact that he had some sort of primitive passion for Jenson was nothing but a meaningless furore. Rachel smiled as she moved the flame retractors. He could not deny that sometimes he enjoyed the excitement.
When she heard something bark behind her, Rachel turned around in disbelief. A small white dog with big legs crossed the room, rolled around on the Aubusson carpet, then hit the table. Yipping noisily, the dog rolled twice, straightened her body, then sped towards Rachel, jumping half-heartedly while sticking out her tongue. Comforted, Rachel bowed and was happy when the puppy jumped into her lap and licked her face.
“Where did you come from?” Laughing and defending herself as best she could, Rachel found a card hooked to a red ribbon around the puppy's neck. It read: My name is Bruno. I'm a cruel ugly dog who's looking for a lady to defend.
“Bruno, huh?” Swollen again, Rachel stroked the dog's long ears. “How cruel are you?” he asked when the dog faced it by licking his chin.
“He will gladly attack our beloved annoying brother.” Jenson announced as she approached while carrying a tray filled with a bouquet of flowers, ice and champagne. “He's been trained to chase anyone wearing a Brooks Brothers” suit
“We can wear it shoes.”
“I agree.”
The dog twitched violently, Rachel focused on the puppy. He had no idea at all about how to thank Jenson without making himself look stupid “This dog is amazing, Jenson,” he murmured.
Rachel buried her face in the puppy's fur for a while. “Where did you get it?”
“Animal store.” Staring at Rachel, Jenson tore off the champagne tin foil cover. “Sunday ago when we went to buy supplies and I dumped you at the supermarket.”
“I think you went somewhere to buy porn magazines.”
“If I was surprised*ng, would you give?” jenson lirih. “I went to the pet store and walked down its cages. Bruno bit another dog on his sensitive side to get to the cage first. Then he grinned at me with no self-respect at all. I know he's the right one.”
The bottle stopper came off with the noise and the champagne burst upwards and spilled onto the floor. Bruno jumped off Rachel's lap and licked her greedily. “Perhaps her manners are a little lacking,” Rachel took a close look. “But his taste, first-class taste.” He got up, but waited until Jenson finished pouring champagne into two glasses. “That's a sweet thing to do, damn.”
Jenson grinned and offered him a glass. “Thank you back.” He touched the glass to Rachel's glass.