Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 52's

“I'm busy right now, I don't want to be disturbed for now.”

“I know, I've interrupted your work schedule, but I have a good reason.”

“You let the cold in,” complains Rachel. In the past, maybe he would slam the door in front of Jenson's face without thinking twice. This time he closed it behind Jenson.

“But here is also not so warm.”

“Make me okay if I'm working.”

“Blame Jesica. He told me to bring food, and he insisted that I take you with me.” Jenson looked at Rachel softly. “That girl kept herself locked up in a warehouse for too long. Need sunshine.”

“I get a lot of sunshine,” Shall Rachel. But the idea of going out was quite interesting for him. There would be no harm in talking to a jeweler in a shopping mall. “I want to finish this first.”

“I'm not in a hurry, so you relax.”

“Good. Then wait another half hour, will you wait for me?.”

“Ia I will wait.”

Rachel was about to replace the drill with a torch for a jeweler. Not hearing the door open or close, he turned around and saw Jenson checking the grinder. “Jenson,” he said exasperated.

“Please, don't rush.”

“You don't have a job?”

“At the moment I am not working,” he replied cheerfully.

“No writing about car chase?”

“No. Anyway, I've never seen you work.”

“The audience makes me irritable.”

“Explore your view, dear. Let's just say I'm an intern.”

“I'm not sure my views can be that wide.”

Undaunted, Jenson pointed to his desk.

“What is that thing?”

“That thing,” call Rachel tense, “anting-anting. The waterfall effect is made with brass wire and several pieces of silver. I still have the rest of a bracelet.”

“Nothing is wasted,” murmured Jenson. “ So what's the next step?”

Taking a deep breath, Rachel decided that it was easier to follow the game than to throw Jenson out. “I just finished fixing the curves on the wire. I use different thicknesses and lengths to produce a free-flowing effect. I cut the silver pieces and cut them into long, tear-shaped grains. Now I'm pecking it to the ends of that wire.”

The change was immediately realized, then moved a little so that Jenson could watch. After she placed a chunk of patri next to each end of the wire, Rachel used the torch to drain the heat so that the stain melted. Patiently and skillfully, repeat the procedure until the twelve tears are attached.

Jenson heard the cynical tone and laughed as she grabbed Rachel's hand. “You want flattery? A few minutes ago I saw a pile of metal. Now I see ornaments that arouse interest. Full of embellishments and exotic.”

“Indeed supposed to be exotic,” reply Rachel. “Jessica Miland will be wearing it in that movie. It will be a gift from an old lover. The countess stated that the man was a prince of Turkey.”

Jenson looked at the necklace again. “Very appropriate.”

“The necklace fall will be nice, with brass and silver wire woven together. The bottommost tear grain will hang close to his waist.” Satisfied, but knowing that she must not touch the metal before the patri turns cold, Rachel lifts the sketch aloft. “Ms. Miland is very specific. He does not want the ordinary, nor the classic. Everything he wears should support the mystical feel of the character he will play.”

He dropped the sketch and then tidied up his equipment. He will braze the bottom and weave a wire around the neck when they return from the city. Then if there is time, he will start the next project. A gold-plated peacock badge with its three-inch-long tail of gold thread will at least take two weeks of its time.

“This object is potentially a murder weapon,” mused Jenson as he picked up a polisher and examined the winding iron tip.

“Sorry?”

Jenson liked the way Rachel said it, so even looking at her he still looked haughty. “For a storyline.”

“Keep my equipment from your strange stories.” Rachel snatched the polisher from Jenson and put it in its place. “You bought me lunch outside?” He took off his apron and grabbed his jacket.

“I'll just ask you to do the same.”

“I asked him first.” Rachel locked the workshop and welcomed the cold. “The rain is starting to subside a little.”

“In a few weeks, the five dozen flowers that the roberti planted during its gardening stage will begin to grow.”

It seems impossible when you feel the air, see where the puddles are, but summer is approaching. “Rain season doesn't feel so long.”

“Indeed.” Jenson shakes Rachel's shoulder. “I never expected those six months would pass so quickly.”

Laughing, Rachel likened her steps to Jenson's. “We still have a month to go through.”

“Now we have to keep the attitude,” Jenson reminded Rachel. “Lieutenant Randall keeps an eye on us.”

“I think we've missed our chance.” Rachel turned to embrace Jenson's neck. “There are times I want to hit you with a blunt object.”

“Sama,” reply Jenson while lowering her mouth. Rachel's lips were cold.

At the side window, Jesica lowered the curtain back. “See it!” While chuckling, he gave a sign to Nyoman. “I told you this would work, they're getting more familiar and the chances of having more children.'

While Nyoman follows Jesica peering at the window, Rachel sets off a puddle of water then implied her to Jenson's face. “Don't expect too much first,” ruknya.

Rachel ran to the garage. He bowed for a second before the water was thrown at his door. “You still haven't made it, baby.” he lifted the door, and darted inside and jumped into Jenson's car. Satisfied with himself, he sat sweetly in his chair. He was sure Jenson would not dirty the interior of his immaculate car with a dirty water. Jenson opened the door, rolled down next to her, and showered Rachel's head with a splash of water. Rachel was still squealing when Jenson turned the keys to the car.

“I'm more good at close range.”

Rachel coughed while cleaning the rambang. “People might have thought that this show-off car must have been driven by a more show-off man.”