Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 37's
They left Robert's on the morning after Christmas. The sun was shining brightly, as bright as a picture of Robert's grandfather on the library wall.
After a short chat, they agreed that Rachel would drive to Bogor and Jenson would drive on her way home, they would drive in turn. Jenson pushed her chair back until it reached its limit and managed to straighten her legs. While Rachel drove carefully while tracing the slippery road because of the former rain. They did not speak at all until he reached the motorway which was quite empty because it was still too early.
“What if they don't let us in?”
“Why should they do that? why can't we go in?” Rachel prefers to drive instead of sitting still, Jenson shuffled in her seat. For the first time he felt impatient facing the miles and miles of distance that separated Robert’s and Bogor.
“Isn't that like counting the number of chickens?” Rachel raises the car cooler one level and loosens the buttons of her shirt. “We are not yet the owner of the place right.”
“Technical problems only.”
“You're always cocky.”
“You always look from the negative side.”
“Listen..“ Jenson began to say something in a critical tone, but then he realized how tightly Rachel gripped the wheel. He's tense, he mused. Although the scenery is currently very beautiful, on the left right they are many green trees that should make the atmosphere calm, but they are not really able to pretend to be on an excursion. He himself was also tense, and that was because of the poisoned champagne.
Jenson still can't believe that she will wake up next to Rachel in the cold light of dawn and she feels like a real husband.
He took a deep breath and again observed the scene outside. “Listen,” start again in a lighter tone of voice. “We may not have that lab or anything right now, but we're still relatives of Robert's grandfather. For what reason does a lab technician refuse to do a little analysis?”
“I think we'll find out when we get there.” Rachel drove another ten miles in silence.
"I wonder if someone has tried to poison me,” Jenson said.
“So we'll know what really happened, and we'll know why. We still don't know who did it.”
“That's the next step.” Jenson. “We can invite them all to Robert's in the new year and take turns questioning them.”
“And beat them up?”
“Slightly," dust. Of course he will beat up people who have tried to poison his wife, trap his wife in the basement, destroy the wife's jewelry and push his wife while they are picking up a tree in the woods.“Honey, why don't you tell me what's really bothering you?”
“No.” Everything was disturbing his mind. For twenty-four hours he was unable to think clearly.
“No?”
“Nothing but guessing if there is someone who wants to kill me.” Rachel said it softly.
Jenson caught the unease behind that sentence. “That's why yesterday you hid all day in the room?”
“I'm not hiding.” He has enough self-esteem not to sound fragile. “I took care of Bruno. And I'm tired.”
“You did not eat the big goose that Jesica has cooked.”
“I've had dinner with you, with goose menu,” Jenson said. “You eat like a horse.”
“How polite are you to say I'm like a horse.” For no apparent reason, Rachel switched lanes, pressed the accelerator and overtaken another car. “Consider my mood is not in favor.”
“How did you persuade yourself to be so quick to dislike what happened between us?” That hurt. Jenson felt the pain, but that doesn't mean he should let it be seen.
“No." Rachel was unable to think and feel anything else. This scared him half to death. “We sleep together.” He managed to say it while shrugging his shoulders. “I think we both know sooner or later it will happen.”
He knew this playboy so well that he didn't expect Jenson to keep his word. She gives her body to Jenson because she loves him and Jenson is her husband, she does not think about how her relationship with Jenson will be.
"That's all?”
The question was asked in a calm tone, but Rachel was too preoccupied with her own nerves to be able to pay attention. “Aparticularly?” He should immediately stop discussing this matter. He cannot continue to let his common sense be crushed by a sense of attraction without direction. “Jenson, there is no point in exaggerating something that has happened out of control.”
“What control?”
The car felt full. Rachel improved her coolers and focused her attention on the streets. “We are two adults, and married” started, but must swallow up to twice.
“Then?”
“I don't have to detail it.”
“Yes, you have to detail it.”
“We are two adults,” he said again, but with anger that replaces tension. “We have normal adult needs. We sleep together and satisfy each other.”
“How simple is the way to pengkirmu.”
“I am indeed simple.” Suddenly he wanted to cry. “It's too simple to imagine you really want this wedding forever. What really happened yesterday was nothing more than exchanging and sharing a normal and basic na*su.”
“Primple the car now.”
“Do not want, I will not marginalize this car.”
“Prude now, Rachel, or I will do it for you.”
Rachel gritted her teeth and argued to avenge Jenson's bluff. The road is jammed enough to force him to marginalize the car. With a slight tire squeak, Rachel marginalized the car to the side of the road. Jenson shuts off the machine and grabs Rachel's shirt, then pulls her into her chair. Before Rachel could fight, Jenson had kissed Rachel's lips.
Warm, angry, passionate. It seems like all of that is combined in an emotion. He held it there while the cars were passing by, making the windows sway. Rachel makes him mad, Rachel makes him horny, Rachel hurts him. According to Jenson, such a thing was already too much for a man to accept from a woman. Just as suddenly as when he grabbed her, he let go.
“I love you,” said Jenson.
Rachel who was huffing, silent for a moment to digest the sentence that had just been thrown by Jenson, then in an angry motion, she turned the key, and immediately turned on the engine of her car. “Basically you idi*t Jenson, this is a toll road where it can stop," he returned his vehicle.