Grandfather Robert's Will
Chapter 54's

Slowly Jenson began to wake up. He was injured, and at that time he did not understand why, what had happened to him. There were only noise he heard. Finally he looked towards the voice. When he opened his eyes, he saw a wide-eyed, black-haired boy gawking behind a car window.

“Master, hey, Mister. Are you okay?, do you need help? Hey master I'm here”

Stunned, Jenson immediately opened the car door. “Please help me get help immediately,” he said with great difficulty, struggling not to fall unconscious again. He took a deep breath to clear his head as the boy ran through the forest. “Rachel.” Fear broke out in the midst of the fog. Shortly after, he had already leaned his body towards Rachel.

“Hey Rachel wake up baby, let's wake up I'm sure you must be strong.”

Then her fingers trembled while trying to find a pulse in Rachel's neck, but she found it. Blood from the wound on the girl's forehead dripped down Jenson's face and hands. Plastered his finger onto the wound while searching around for a P3K box in a small drawer near the steering wheel. He was stopping the bleeding and checking for fractures when Rachel groaned. Jenson had to prevent herself from dragging Rachel, and held her tight.

“Hey Rachel let's wake up, you must be strong.”

“Jenson,” says Rachel's waking up.

“I'm here Rachel, let's wake up open your eyes.”

“Slow Jenson,” muttered as Rachel began to twitch. “You don't move first.” As Rachel opened her eyes, she saw them glazed over and unfocused. “You're fine right, I'm very worried about you,” Gently, supported Rachel's face with her hands and again calmed her down. Slowly Rachel's eyes became focused. When that happened, Rachel immediately reached Jenson's hand.

“Remnya..“.

“Yeah.” She leaned her cheek against Rachel's cheek. “Journey was really stressful, but it looks like we made it through.”

Confused, Rachel surveyed her surroundings. The car had stopped walking, leaning against a tree. It was the thick mud that had slowed them down to prevent the collision from becoming fatal. “We, you and I are okay?” The tears were shed as Rachel grabbed Jenson's face with her hands just like Jenson had done to her. “You're fine.”

“I'm very good.” Jenson's wrists were pulsating like a concrete punching device and his head was dizzy, but he was still alive. As Rachel began to move, Jenson held her back. “Do not, do not move first. I don't know how badly you got hurt. There was a kid. He's looking for help, you wait a minute well don't move your body just yet.”

“It's just my head that I move.” Rachel grabs Jenson's hand, and sees the blood. “Oh my God, you're bleeding Jenson. Where?” Before he could begin his desperate search, Jenson clasped his hands together.

“It wasn't me who was bleeding. But you. Your head's hurt. Maybe you're concussion.”

Shaking, Rachel raised her hand and touched the bandage on her head. The wound behind the bandage hurt, but he tried to reduce it. If he is injured, he is still alive. “I thought I was dead and I guess now I'm with Robert's grandfather the silly old man.” Her eyes closed, but tears broke through her eyelashes. “I think we're both dead. I'm afraid that I can't see you again.”

“We are fine.” They heard the whirling sirens on those mountain roads. Jenson fell silent until Rachel opened her eyes again. “You know what happened?”

Rachel's head hurt, but her mind was clear. “I'm sure it's a murder attempt.”

Jenson quickly nodded, not turning his head as the ambulance approached the muddy path. “I'm tired of waiting, Rachel. I'm tired of constantly waiting.”

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Lieutenant Randall finds Jenson in the ER waiting room. “It looks like you got a little trouble.”

“Excellent difficulty.”

“Sumples. Some cuts, scratches, and headaches are very painful. Last time I saw, my car already looked like an accordion.”

“We took him. Anything we need to check?”

“Temple. Looks like the brakes went blank when I started down those mountains.”

“When was the last time you used your car?” Randall clutched his notebook.

“Ten days, two weeks ago. But when two days ago I checked the brake is safe-safe just not blong.” With fatigue Jenson rubbed his temple. “I've gone to Malang to talk to the police about a robbery in my apartment.”

“Where do you keep your car?”

“I always keep the car in the garage.”

“What's in lock?”

“In the garage?” Jenson turned her gaze towards the alley where Rachel was being taken. “No. My grandfather installed one of several remote controls a few years ago. It never works unless you turn on the television. But he pulled it back and never changed the lock. Rachel's car was there too,” she suddenly remembered. “If...”

“We will check it soon,” Randall said lightly. “Is Miss Cecilion with you?”

“Yeah, he's with the doctor in the room.” For the first time in weeks, Jenson found herself craving a cigarette. “His head is injured.” He looked at his own hand and remembered Rachel's blood soaking in it. “I will find the culprit, Lieutenant, then I will...”.

“Don't tell me anything I might be able to use later,” Randall warned. There are some people who use threats as a means to release tension or relieve themselves. Randall doesn't consider Jenson Dirgantara one of them. “Let me do my job, Mr. Aerospace.”

Jenson looked at him, sharp and steady. “Someone is playing a game, a deadly game, against someone who is very important to me. If you were in my position, would you twirl your thumb and wait?”

Randall smiled, just a little bit. “You know, Jenson, I never missed your show. Great entertainment. This kind of business is similar to what's on your show.”

“Like the one on my show,” reset Jenson slowly.

“The problem is that everything in this world does not work as it does on television. But it was really fun to watch. There she is, your lady is coming.”

Jenson immediately got up and rushed over to Rachel.

“I'm fine, you take it easy I'm a very strong woman.” she told Jenson before the man could ask.

“Not completely so.” Behind Rachel, a doctor in white clothes stood impatient. “Miss Cecilion suffered a concussion.”

“He put some stitches on my head and wanted to make me his prisoner.” Rachel smiled sweetly at the doctor and grabbed Jenson by the arm. “Come home.”