Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 08's
From the window upstairs, Jenson observed Rachel who had just arrived at Grandpa Robert's residence. The jacket that the girl wore was huge and sombrang, with three striking colors, blue, yellow, and pink mixed into one, all in one, layer cake tubs sold by traditional roadside cake sellers.
The wind hit his trousers, moving the thighs up to his heels. Now Rachel's eyes weren't swollen and her face wasn't pale anymore, but she still looked grim and tired. But now it's much better. Jenson is tempted to calm him down at their Grandpa's funeral. But based on his experience that too much sympathy for women like Rachel would be very dangerous, women like Rachel did not like to be given sympathy so he expressed his intention to give sympathy to Rachel.
She had known Rachel since she was a child and from the beginning had considered her a very spoiled child. Although Rachel often goes away for months, following her parents' journalistic safari, they meet quite often just to foster mutual dislike and hate.
It's just the fact that Rachel loves Grandpa Robert alone that makes Jenson able to accept the girl a little. And in fact, he was forced to admit, that Rachel had more honesty and humanity in her than any of their other brethren who lacked a sense of honesty and humanity, and they didn't love Robert's grandfather sincerely, except Rachel.
Once upon a time, she recalled, a very short time, in her late teenage moments where she felt a sort of. The thirst for love felt by teenagers, completely superficial and purely physical, Jenson assures her. Rachel always displays a face that confuses her, sometimes her face looks plain, sometimes other times so striking, sometimes the face looks very sad, and when the girl reaches adolescence, it was a pretty natural reaction. And it passed without incident. Now Jenson prefers women who are more refined, more polite and feminine and who have shorter canines, and most importantly not fierce.
Whatever she thinks of Rachel, Jenson leaves her job at her new office and goes downstairs to meet rachel.
“Nyoman, has the shipment for me arrived?” Rachel untied her hair, and let her long hair unravel on her back. Nyoman is an old servant who has been serving her grandfather since before Rachel was born and she feels happy that Rachel lives in that place.
“Everything has arrived this morning, Miss.” The old man would've taken over his suitcase if Rachel hadn't prevented it.
“Don't, don't bother. Where'd you put all my suitcases?”
“In the garden ward in the east yard, as you instructed.”
Rachel gave him a smile and a thank you that made the old man happy. The square face of Nyoman instantly met a pink hue. “I know you're reliable. I haven't told you how happy I am because you and Jesica decided to stay here. This place won't be the same without you serving tea and Jesica baking cookies.”
Nyoman managed to slightly straighten her body. “We won't think of going anywhere else again, Miss. Mr. Robert would also like us to stay here.”
But it's possible for the two of them to leave, inner Rachel. Robert's grandfather left three hundred million each for each year of their devotion. Nyoman has been with Grandpa Robert since the house was built, while Jesica joined ten years later. A legacy of that size is more than enough for each of them to retire, but unfortunately some people are not created to retire, Rachel smiled.
“Nyoman, I want a cup of tea, can you please make it for me?” he asked, realizing that if he did not distract him, the man would insist on carrying his bag through the long stairs.
“Tehmu would be perfect if Jesica made small pastries..”.
“She's been roasting it all morning.” Then slowly Nyoman passed towards the kitchen.
Rachel imagined a layer of melted sugar in the cake. “I want to know how many kilos of weight a person can gain in six months,” murmur.
“Berdiet, while still eating Jesica pastries will not hurt you,” said Jenson from the top of Rachel's head. “Men are more interested in meat than bones.”
Rachel turned around, then found herself in an awkward position, having to raise her head back to look at Jenson who was at the top of the stairs. “I didn't live my life focusing on attracting men, let alone teasing them. I'm not the type of seductress.”
“Good.”
Jenson looks a bit clumsy, Rachel's inner. A few meters above her head, Jenson leaned against a pole and looked down at her as if she was the master of this house, but Rachel was about to end it, because it's obvious in Grandfather Robert's Will it says. Be happy and divide it evenly.
“Because you've been here and settled down, you can help me carry my suitcase, I'm tired of just arriving from Malang."
Jenson flinching. “I always thought the issue of feminism is one thing that we have really agreed with.” even though while babbling he petrified Rachel carrying her suitcase.
Rachel paused for a moment as she walked towards her room, then looked back at “Setting aside social and political matters first, if you don't help me before Nyoman returns, she will insist on doing it herself. He is too old to do so and too arrogant to be told that he cannot Rachel stepped forward and was not surprised when she heard Jenson's footsteps walking behind her.
If only Jenson had not been so determined to start peacefully, he would have definitely denounced her with a high tone of voice, as well as her annoying facial expression. But he just let it go. “When I came earlier my new workspace turned out to be ready and immediately I used to finish my work, but I have not seen your work space is done or not."
“Work, work, work,” Rachel said with a deep sigh. “You must undergo full hours of slavery to produce a full hour of chase and violence scenes in a week.”
As Rachel grabs her suitcase from her hand, Jenson blocks her wrist. Later he will think about how slim the hand is, and how soft it is. Now he's just thinking about how much he wishes Rachel could be a man. So he can hit her and be able to punch her in the corner with Rachel, without thinking that she is a woman. “How many hours I work and what I earn is none of your business.”