Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 48's

Without thinking, Jenson wiped the rain on Rachel's face. “I've gone ten miles, and I can't shake that bad feeling. That feeling is too strong. I decided to stop at a gas station and call my neighbor.”

“But your apartment.”

“I talked to the police, gave them a list of my valuables. We'll be leaving this house in a day or two.” Rachel's hair was already wet from the rain and widened into her jacket. Jenson thought about what might have happened and resisted the urge to shake Rachel up. “I can't leave you alone.”

“I'm just starting to believe that you can act knight.” Rachel kissed. “That explains why you didn't leave, but what are you doing in the middle of the forest?”

“Gara-gara hunchku.” Jenson leaned over to pick up the pot. He concluded, a steady blow to the thing, and it will surely fall sprawled.

“Other times if you have a hunch, don't stand at the end of the forest and watch the house.”

“I didn't do it.” Jenson grabs Rachel's hand and leads back home. He wants Rachel inside again, behind locked doors.

“I see you.”

“I don't know who you saw.” Furious, Jenson stared at the dog instead. “We knew this wouldn't have happened had you not let this dog out of the house. I decided to check around the house before entering, and I saw footprints. I followed him, then went to the forest.” He glanced past Rachel's shoulder, still tense from anger. “I just got behind whoever made those tracks when Bruno tried to attack. I started chasing.” He swore and patted the pot with his palm. “I further reduced the distance as this animal ran between my legs and made my face land on the road. At that moment, you started yelling at the dog. Whoever I pursue has enough time to disappear.”

Rachel swearing. “If you let me know what's going on, we can help each other.”

“I don't know what happened until it happened. In every condition, the deal is you stay inside with the door locked.”

“The dog should come out,” ruk Rachel. “And I got a phone.” He looked back and sighed. “Someone called to warn me.”

“Who?”

“I don't know. I thought it was a male voice, but I'm not so sure.”

Jenson gripped Rachel's arm even tighter. “What is he threatening you?”

“Not, it's not a threat. Whoever that person was, it seemed like he understood what was going on and did not like it. That's obvious. He.. he said someone would try to break Robert’s, and I had to get out.”

“And, of course, you agreed to that remark by running into the forest carrying a pot. Rachel.” This time he shook his wife's body “Why didn't you call the police?”

“Because I thought this was a hoax again and I became angry because of it.” He looked at Jenson stubbornly. “Yes, at first it scared me, then suddenly I became angry. I don't like to be intimidated. When I see someone in the woods. I just want to fight back.”

“Amazing” said Jenson while grabbing Rachel's shoulder. “Stupid.”

“You did the exact same thing.”

“Not exactly same. You have brains, you have style. You even have guts. But, Rachel, you're not a heavyweight boxing champion. How about you go head-to-head with whoever's out there and he wants to play rough?”

“Good.” With a quick movement, Jenson hooked her foot to the back of Rachel's leg and made the girl's butt land on the road. Rachel had no chance to complain before Jenson stood right in front of her, moving the pot. Bruno decides that it's some kind of game and jumps on top of Rachel. “Maybe I come back tomorrow and find you half buried here.” Before Rachel could speak, Jenson pulled her back to her feet. “I wouldn't risk it.”

“You did it when I was off guard,” denied.

“Be quiet.” Jenson grabbed her shoulder again, and this time her grip was not soft. “You're an important cop, Rachel. We're gonna go inside and call the cops. We'll tell them everything.”

“What can they do?”

“We just see.”

Rachel let out a long sigh, then leaned against Jenson's chest. The chase may be thrilling, but the knee hasn't stopped shaking. “Oke, maybe you're right. We have not achieved any progress now.”

“Calling the police does not mean surrender, it just changes the way.” Jenson grabbed Rachel's hands, kissed her and warmed her up. “I won't let anything happen to you.”

Perplexed by the happiness Jenson gave her through those words, Rachel attempts to get rid of Jenson's hand. “I can take care of myself, Jenson.”

Jenson smiled but did not let go of Rachel's hand. “I believe my wife is great. Come home. I'm hungry.”

“Basic men,” says Rachel, need to lighten the atmosphere. “You think of your stomach, my God, the chicken!” Escaping, Rachel darted towards the house.

“I'm not that hungry.” Jenson chased. The relief came again as Jenson grabbed and carried her. When she heard Rachel screaming in the woods, realizing that the girl was outside and fragile, her blood stopped flowing. “In fact,” he said while swinging Rachel up high, “I can't think of any more pressing issues other than eating.”

“Jenson.” Rachel struggled, but laughed. “If you don't put me down, there won't be any chicken to eat.”

“We eat somewhere else only.”

“I left the stove on. There may be nothing left of the chicken except for the charred bones.”

“There is still soup.” Together with that, pushed the kitchen door open.

Instead of the thick smoke and messy splashes they encountered, they saw dishes containing brownish-colored crispy chicken stacked high up. Jesica had cleaned up the spill, and had soaked her pancakes in the sink.

“Jesica? Why don't you take a break?"

“My work,” he said, but a quick glance at them from the side. As far as he knew, his plan went perfectly. He thought Rachel and Jenson had decided to take a short walk and breathe fresh air while dinner was cooked, and, like young people who had forgotten time.

“You should be in bed,” Rachel reminded.

“Already. I've been in bed long enough.” And days full of little activity or no activity almost bored him to tears. But it's worth it anyway to see Pandora in Michael's arms. "I've been better, so I can serve dinner.”