The Warm Home
Chapter 11's

December 10, 1985 At 2 am. It was a moment that the boy would never forget from his memory.

His beloved grandmother lay helpless before him with a body covered in blood.

BRUK!!

He fell down, his knees weak. His eyes were empty, his tears flowing. His lips trembled, his hands outstretched swaying the lying body.

Free.

Her grandmother would not wake up, she had already left her alone. FOREVER MORE.

"GIRLRRRGHH!"

No matter how much she cried, her grandmother would not wake up. His world was destroyed instantly. His purple eyes lit up emitting anger.

The demon incarnate man only stood up casually after having b*n*h his own biological mother. He doesn't feel guilty at all. Even saying.

"If you don't want to be the same, take all the money out right now!"

Raka answered nothing.

He stood up, watching the ungodly child walk into his mother's room that was gone. Without Alan realizing it, Raka was already holding an icebreaker that she hid behind her thick clothes.

"Curtain! Where he keeps his money. Really-"

JLB!

Raka m*n*suk right on his left back, then...

JEBE!!

M*n*suk again part of his leg. Alan fell down. He groans in pain. His hand grabbed the nearby bed, trying to get up but, the boy was evangelizing*k his injured leg. And....

BUAGH!!!!!

He's dying after his head's on*nt*m with an iron pole. His eyes widened, his mouth opened and his breathing was wheezing.

He m*ti.

Finally m*ti.... Raka looked at the man who had become the corpse flatly. There was no expression of fear at all. His body stood upright, his hands that were wrapped*d*ran d*rah was still firmly clenched..

After making sure it was completely lifeless, he left it just like that. But he remembered something. He walked to his grandmother's closet and picked up his grandmother's precious box.

Then, he took a large bag and put the box in, some snacks and his grandmother's clothes. After that, he came out of the room and saw his grandmother's body still lying near the door. Looked at it a little later... Dragging his body out of the house.

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The snowstorm had not subsided, the boy continued to drag his grandmother's body which was starting to stiffen. His mind and heart told him that his grandmother was just asleep. He was hallucinating a walk with his grandmother to the rides of the game.

"What are we going to play there? Oh yea! Grandma's sick, so we go to the clinic first....." He said with a smile but his eyes were watering.

His trembling body held the extremely cold air, but it did not stop his steps. Eventually, he arrived at a clinic. Dr. Hans Clinic's writing. My eyes are staring at me. He left his grandmother's body and then stepped inside.

"Excuse me, are there any doctors on duty?" Ask in a hoarse voice.

The officer who was tidying the chair turned to him and was shocked. "Yes my. What was? Why are your hands bleeding? Let's get in here." Bring along.

But, Raka shook her head slowly. "I'm not the one who's sick, but my grandmother. For a moment. I'll call you first." Then he got out and the officer walked behind him.

How surprised he was, seeing the boy dragging his grandmother's stiff body. "Wait wait! You said your grandma was sick? He's not sick but..."

The officer called 911 but failed because Raka broke the phone. "I need a doctor! Not cops!"

A doctor came out of his room when he heard the noise in the waiting room. "Hey, what's wrong? Who's the kid?" Ask. Before Raka answered, the officer immediately invited the doctor to look out.

The doctor was no less surprised. "Geez! This... Help me lift it. Call 911! Now!"

The officer called 911 on another phone. As for Raka, she stood watching the doctor and the panicked attendant.

"Sik, you rest first huh. Oh yea! You must be hungry. I have sweet bread, will you?" Refer the doctor.

Raka shook her head and looked for something. "Where's my bag? I'll bring snacks to eat later with grandma." He said with a smile. What a sad smile.

The doctor was confused as to what to say. His heart was sliced at the condition of the boy.

"Do you know what happened to your grandmother?" Ask carefully.

Instantly his face instantly turned flat. He did not answer, just stared intently at the doctor.

Suddenly the police and ambulance arrived. They immediately took Lynn's body to the hospital for an autopsy. Raka who saw that immediately ran over, trying to prevent them.

"Where are you taking it??! My grandmother is sick! Don't separate me from my grandmother."

The doctor held his small rebellious body. Before long, the boy fainted from exhaustion.

The next day, news of Lynn's murder spills over everywhere. The neighbors did not expect that this heartbreaking thing to happen to him. Including Elsa and her mother, Lynn's best friend.

The house looks so fucked up. The door was broken, blood splattered everywhere.

And the most surprising thing was the discovery of the body of a man with a broken head, his face was terrible. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open. On his back was an icebreaker.

Investigators and police were made to shake with this terrible tragedy.

Police asked neighbors around, saying they only heard the sound of a door in the gedor. And the culprit is Alan.

It's common knowledge that Alan comes home, always banging on the door.

From the past, Alan has always done a tantrum for anyone who bothers him (according to him).

The neighbors are nervous if Alan comes home. So, they locked the door to her house when they saw Alan coming from a distance.

"The only ones living in the house are Alan, Lynn and his grandson Raka. " Said a neighbor when asked about the occupants of the house.

Before long, the police came out to bring the body of the man, who was suspected to be Alan, to the hospital for an autopsy.

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The J Hospital

A young man ran panting towards the patient room.

Krieeett...

"God!!! What exactly happened? The last time we met, you were very healthy and well. I hope you tell me everything." Lirih.

"Why are you coming, Hans?" Raka said suddenly with her eyes still closed.

The man called Hans was aghast. He thought the boy was sleeping. "How are you?" Ask.

"As you can see." He opened his swollen eyes from crying too much.

"May I have a drink?" Hans poured him a glass of water and helped him drink.

"I was shocked when I was told by my friend that you came to my clinic with your grandmother...." He wanted to say it but hesitated.

"Grandmother is happy. Now, grandma is sitting leaning on a park bench, alone. But, grandma said, grandma was happy. Grandma no longer stressed.... Hicks!"

The boy cried again, telling him his dream. "Grandmother said, grandma wants to sit alone here(park). It is cool, comfortable and nothing bothers him. Grandma's not tired anymore." Hans couldn't believe what he saw.

A boy who at that time looked tough, now cried bitterly. His expression was no longer visible. Only deep sadness.

"I'm a little relieved but, why don't grandma want to see me? Grandma looked straight. Just want to see the flower beds and fresh green grass. Is it possible, grandma has forgotten me already huh?"

His voice was hoarse, his crying sounded heartbreaking. Hans could not hold back his tears. He could feel the pain and misery that befell the boy.