Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 46's

Rachel's head was tilted back, inviting, seductive. Jenson tightened her grip. His fingers were thrust into the woman's hair and lost in its thickness. He felt the need crawl through his body so much that he stiffened up against Rachel's sudden and unexpected submission. Rachel never turned herself in, and before this time Jenson didn't know how exciting it was to find Rachel doing that. Without thinking about the time and place, they dropped themselves onto the sofa.

They make love without hurry, without embers, without the whirring of the wind. Attentive, they give to each other. A touch, a taste, a mutter of requests. The flames blazed softly behind them while the night began to pour out behind the windows. Fingers rubbed lips against each other so that they learned the power of excitation without words. Despite having been lovers for weeks, for the first time they include love in lust.

The room was quiet, the lighting was dim. If Rachel never looks for love, it finds her there, wrapped in Jenson's arms. They are closer, but comfortable. They dive further, but casually. As they fused, Rachel felt her firm line of independence crack and let Jenson break through.

The happiness that accompanies it to that ultimate satisfaction.

They were still stuck, half sleepy, when the phone rang. Muttering grimly, Jenson reached out past her head towards the table and raised the phone.

“Halo.”

“Can I talk to Jenson Dirgantara?”

“Yeah, this is Jenson.”

“Jenson, I'm Fanny.”

Jenson rubbed his eyes while trying to remember the face of the owner's name. Fanny, the tiny blonde who lives in the apartment next door. He vaguely remembers leaving his grandfather's residential phone number in case something important was sent to his apartment. “Hai.” Rachel's eyes were open and open.

“Jenson, I don't like doing this, but I have to call. I've called the police, they're on their way here.”

“Police?” He struggled to get to a half-sitting position. “What happened?”

“You've been robbed.”

“What?” He stands up, almost dropping Rachel on the floor. “When?”

“I'm not sure. I got home a few minutes ago and noticed your door wasn't properly closed. I thought you were back, so I knocked. Then I pushed the door open a little. The place was like a broken ship. I'll go over here and call the police. They asked me to call you and.”

“Thank you, tonight I will try to come.”

“OK. Hey, Jenson, I'm so sorry.”

“Yeah. We'll see you later.”

“Jenson?” Rachel snatched his hand as soon as Jenson hung up.

“Someone walks into my apartment.”

“Oh, no.” Rachel had expected that calm would not last long. “Do you think that person..”

“I don't know.” He put his hands in his hair. “Maybe. Or it might be someone who noticed that I wasn't home for some time.”

Rachel feels anger in Jenson, but she knows she can't help it. “You have to go.”

After nodding, Rachel's hand was taken. “Go with me.”

“Jenson, one of us should be here accompanying Jesica and Nyoman.”

“You have to go,” reset Rachel. “If the culprit is one of our family members, maybe you can find something to prove it. Anyway you should do it. I'll be fine.”

“I don't want yesterday's incident when I went back.”

Rachel raised her next to her eyebrows. “I'm not incapable, Jenson.”

“But you'll be alone.”

“Ada Bruno's. Don't look at me like that,” her orders. “He may not be violent, but he certainly knows how to bark. Every door and window will lock.”

Jenson shook his head. “Not good enough.”

“Alright, we'll call the local police. They've got a report from Zephaniah about the intruders. We'll explain that I'll be alone tonight and have them watch this place.”

“More good.” Then he got up. “If it's a trap..”

“If so this time we will prepare ourselves.” Jenson nodded, thought about it, then nodded. “I'll call the police.”

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As soon as Jenson passed, Rachel put a heavy latch on the main door. Although they had already spent an entire hour, he was grateful Jenson insisted on checking all the doors and windows together himself. The house, with Rachel safely inside, was locked.

Overall the house was too quiet.

While staying on guard, Rachel went to the kitchen and started rummaging through the kitchen utensils and pots. He had to be alone, but that did not mean he had to stay silent. He wanted to be with Jenson, to be by his side when the man faced the break-in of his apartment. Is it just as frustrating for Jenson to go alone, Rachel wonders, as it is for her to stay here? That's inevitable. There are two old men in the house who cannot be left behind. And they need to eat.

The chicken was meant to be a form of joint effort and a kind of pause from the reckless dishes they had been creating. Jenson claims she knows at least the basics of how to fry until crisp. As she voluntarily engages herself with the chicken, Rachel is assigned to smooth the potatoes. Rachel thinks the competition, if not everything else, will improve the final result.

Rachel works alone and decides that her attempt at cooking will keep her mind off fresh problems. Needs a friend, knitted the unit button on the kitchen wall and twirling the radio channels until he finds a station that plays country music. Dolly Parton's voice was shrill. Satisfied, he took one of Jesica's cookbooks from the closet and began looking for the index section. Fried chicken made for a picnic, he mused. What trouble?

Two tables were made full and scattered objects, and flour had wrapped his wrists when the phone rang. Using a lap, Rachel snatches the handle of the phone plane in the kitchen. His feet were tapping on the floor to the rhythm of the interesting song On the Road Again.

“Halo.”

“Rachel Cecilion?”

While focusing her mind, Rachel stretched the phone cord to the table and picked up a piece of chicken claw. “Ya.”

“Sound well.”

“Can you speak louder?” Slipping her tongue between her teeth, Rachel dipped the chicken claw into the dough. “I didn't quite hear you.”

“I have to warn you and there is not much time. You're in danger. You are not safe in that house, do not be alone.”

Rachel froze, so the food fell to the floor and landed at her feet. “What? Who's this?”

“Listen to it. You're alone because it's set. Someone will try to break that house down tonight.”