Grandfather Robert's Will
The chpter 49

Jenson and Rachel each observed Jesica carefully. Jesica's cheeks were reddish and round, her eyes twinkling. The woman was pacing from one side to the other side “Don't work heavy first.”

“It's true. Jenson and I will take care of the laundry.” Rachel saw Jenson scowl, then pat her on the shoulder. “We are happy to do it.”

Because Jenson and Rachel insisted, the four of them ate in the kitchen. Nyoman, sitting next to Jesica, became clueless as to how much more he was able to cough and remained in the middle of this game. Rachel and Jenson decide to keep the intruder matter to themselves. Both felt the announcement that someone was stalking the house would be too upsetting for both parents while they were on their way to recovery.

At the dinner, Rachel kept thinking about how she had led the servants to bed and called the police. More than once, Rachel catches a wet Jesica glancing at her then turns to Jenson. Sweet old lady, Rachel muses, she is determined to protect Jesica and Nyoman from any inconvenience. He concentrated on cleaning and getting them to go to bed, and it was almost nine o'clock before he finally approached Jenson in the living room.

“Beres?”

Rachel caught a familiar unease at Jenson's tone of voice. He nodded, then poured some brandy. “At least persuaded the little ones, but I managed to find a Cary Grant movie that made them interested.” He took a sip of the brandy, waiting for his muscles to relax. “I myself also want to be invited to watch that movie.”

“Lain times.” Jenson gulped down Rachel's brandy glass. “I've called the police. They will arrive shortly.”

Rachel took back the glass. “I still don't like us bringing this matter to the outside. Moreover, everything outside of this intrusion is mere speculation.”

“We'll let those cops speculate.”

Rachel smiled. “Your logo always handles everything in its own way.”

“Someone once told me that he was just fiction.” She brought her brandy to herself and toasted to Rachel.

“It looks like you're starting to develop a woman's protect-si syndrome, Jenson. It's not like you.”

“Maybe not.” He drank again. “Different if this is my woman.”

Rachel turned, her eyebrows raised. It felt strange to feel happiness responding to such a stupid and possessive term. “Your budget?”

“My woman, my wife” propped up the back of Rachel's neck with her hands. “justify?”

Rachel's heart beat regularly in her throat until she managed to swallow it. Maybe Jenson really meant it now. In the months that Jenson returns to moving into her own world, with her own people, Rachel will be nothing more than her cousin who somehow, irritates her. But for now, just for now, maybe Jenson meant it. “ before the contract expires.”

“Think carefully,” Jenson advised before lowering her lips towards Rachel's lips. “We'll be back to discussing it.”

Jenson leaves him nervous, and goes to open the door.

By the time she returned, Rachel had been sitting quite quietly in a high-backed chair by the fireplace. “Lieutenant Randall, Rachel Cecilion.”

“How are you?” The lieutenant took off his thick woolen glove and slipped it in his jacket pocket. He looked, thought Rachel, like someone's grandfather. Cheerful, round, and bald. “Bad night,” the man announced, and put himself by the fireplace.

“You want to drink coffee, Lieutenant?”

“Please sit. I'll be back in a minute.”

Rachel took advantage of her time casually by heating the coffee and arranging the cups and small plates in trays. Not procrastinating, he insisted, just getting ready. He never had the opportunity to talk to a police officer about more complex subjects and ticketing papers. Sooner or later he has to face it. Now, he will soon be discussing his family and his relationship with Jenson.

His relationship with Jenson thought again as he busied himself with the sugar bowl. That's what really makes him hide in the kitchen. He was still unable to dampen the feelings that crept into him when Jenson called it “wanitanya”. Teenager, Rachel told herself. It is absolutely absurd to feel disoriented, complacent and nervous because a man has looked at him with lust in his eyeballs.

But those eyes belonged to Jenson.

He found linen napkins and folded them into a triangular shape. She doesn't want to be anyone's woman except her own. It was the tension and uproar of the day that made him react like a sixteen-year-old boy being offered a school ring. He is an adult, he can support himself. He's in love. Pull yourself out of it, challenge Rachel to herself. After taking a deep breath, he lifted the tray and returned to the living room.

“Please, Gentlemen.” Rachel placed the tray on a short table and had to smile. “Wear cream and sugar, Lieutenant?”

“Thank you. That's a lot, yeah.” She placed a notebook on her lap when Rachel gave her a cup of coffee. “Jenson Cecilion told me. Presumably you guys get some interference.”

Rachel smiled in response to that term. As he looked, Lieutenant Randall's voice was also carefree. “Some.”

“I won't speak.” But the lieutenant looked at the two of them with a stern look. “But you should have alerted the police after the first incident. Vandalism is a crime.”

“We hope by ignoring it there will be no repetition.” Rachel raised her cup. “We were mistaken.”

“I need to bring that champagne.” Once again Lieutenant Randall looked at them with a disapproving face. “Although you guys have analyzed it, we still want to check it out in our own lab.”

“I'll get it for you.” Jenson stood up and left them alone.

“Miss Cecilion, from what your cousin told you, the terms of the will are rather unusual.”

“Slight.”

“She also told me that she persuaded you to agree to it.”

“That's Jenson's delusion, Lieutenant.” Rachel sipped her coffee. “I did what I chose to do.”

Randall nodded and chimed. “You agree with Mr. idea. Aerospace that the incidents are related and one of your relatives is responsible.”

“I can't think of a reason not to approve.”

“Do you have any reason to suspect someone more than others?”

Rachel thought about it as carefully as she had done before. “No. You see, we're not a close family. The fact is I don't really know them.”