Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 42's

January is the month of freezing winds, thunderstorms and gray skies. Cold fills the day, with tomorrow waiting inevitable. In January the month of the fireplace stove that is too often used, Rachel really likes the warmth of the fireplace, the morning dew that adorns the bedroom window, and the temperature in it remains cold even though the heater has been turned on. He worked until his fingers went numb and enjoyed every second of it.

Throughout the month, the road to Robert's grandfather's residence was often impassable due to flooding. Rachel doesn't mind if she can't get out. That means no one can get in. Air conditioners and refrigerators are almost never used, only a large number of wooden bars are stacked next to the kitchen door. In his opinion, they already had what they needed. The days are short and productive, the nights are long and relaxing. Since that champagne incident, this winter has calmed down without many meaningful events.

Without many meaningful events, Rachel mused, was not a proper term. With a quick and careful movement, he kept the tip of a piece of thick bracelet made of copper. It's not that nothing happened. No problems are sourced from outside, but sourced from Jenson Dirgantara.

Jenson managed to make a grove of violets on the sidelines of the garden. Rachel was convinced that a magic wand was needed to produce the tiny purple flower in January. When he asked Jenson, the man smiled and said that violets were not thorny. What kind of answer is that? Rachel wondered, examining the clasp with a magnifying glass. He is satisfied with the way to design it so that it is compatible with the design of the bracelet.

Then, once he came out of the bathroom and found his bedroom illuminated by dozens of candles. When he asked if the power went out, Jenson just laughed and pulled him into bed.

Another time, at dinner, Jenson grabbed his hand and whispered a laughable love sentence in his ear just before dawn. Once Jenson joined him in the shower uninvited and silenced his protest by washing every inch of his body with his own hands. Rachel's right. Jenson Airgantara does not follow the rules. The man began to break his heart.

Rachel moved the bracelet away from the paint and began rubbing it until it was shiny. He's made half a dozen other bracelets in the last two weeks. Large bracelets are masonry, some use striking stones and some display ornamental carvings. The bracelets matched his bold, opinionated, and slightly ridiculous mood. He learned to trust his instincts, and his instincts dictated that the bracelets would sell faster than he thought and be imitated just as quickly.

He did not mind the impersonation. After all, there was only one of each type that was truly the creation of Rachel Cecilion. The imitation will be recognized as the imitation because it does not have anything special, the individuality of the original.

Full of satisfaction, flipped the bracelet with his hand. No one would mistake his work for an imitation. He often used glass instead of precious or semi-precious stones, because it expressed his mood at the time. But every piece of jewelry she makes carries her features, opinions and honesty. He never thinks about the price when he works or the value in the market. He creates what he needs to create first, then when finished, the practical side thinks about the benefits he will get. Her taste varies from one piece of jewelry to another, but she never lies.

Staring at the bracelet, Rachel sighed. No, his artistry never lies, but does he do it himself? Can he be sure his emotions are as pure as the jewelry he makes? Feelings can be imitated. Feelings can be cheated. How many times in the last few weeks has he been pretending? Not pretending to feel, Rachel thought, but pretending not to feel. She is a woman who always prides herself on her honesty. Truth and independence go hand in hand with the set of values Rachel possesses. But he lied constantly to himself, the worst form of deception.

It's time to stop, Rachel's inner. It is time to face the truth of his feelings even if only in his heart and mind.

But no matter how much he denies his heart, he still loves Jenson. Rachel wiped the steam on the window and looked at the rain outside. Jenson couldn't know she loved him because it would make the man puff out his chest, Rachel thought with a frown. Jenson would puff out his chest, before moving on to the next conquest. Rachel is certainly not stupid enough to think that Jenson is interested in a long-term relationship. It is clear, he himself is not interested in such a relationship, he said in his heart when he began to clean up his equipment.

Another option is to run away. After six months of completion, he was able to get in a car, drive to the airport and fly anywhere as far away from Jenson as possible. Escape is a more appropriate term. That way, he not only became a coward, but also a traitor. No, he won't let Grandpa Robert down he won't run. It means there is only one choice.

It will maintain the present state. He would stay with Jenson, sleep with her, share with Jenson sharing anything but what was in his heart. He will live out these two remaining months and prepare to leave without regret.

Jenson starts to get to her heart, Rachel admits. Arrive at her in a place no other man has ever touched. Rachel loved him for that. He hated it for that. With a mood as chaotic as his mind, he locked himself in his study and walked through the courtyard.

“Dia come.” With a new plan ready to be realized Jesica away from the kitchen window and sign Nyoman.

“It won't work.”

“Of course it will work. We will encourage those children to be together forever for their own sake. And two people who fight like them deserve to have a baby so they can get along.”

“We meddle that is none of our business.”

“Omong empty!” Jesica sat on the chair behind the kitchen table. “Try, who else can interfere if not us? Who would roam around in this empty mansion if they returned to their respective apartments? Now take that lap and fan me. Bend a little and look weak.”