The Warm Home
Season 2 Chapter 1

America, City X

Just a moment ago.....

Tok!

"Lake in!" Said a middle-aged man who was sitting holding a rose.

Clamps!

"Oh, Zack! You come back soon too. How's it??"

Zack smile . "Sir, he's here. Hans too." Said his loyal servant.

"Good! I want to see him soon."

"Let me drive to the living room." Zack walked behind his employer. Not yet in the living room, Hans ran towards them with his worried face.

"ah! So lucky! Come with me. Lookie! The waiter's acting again." Zack and his master stared at each other then walked following Hans.

In the living room, there was a noise from a male servant scolding the boy who was picking his master flowers. He dragged the boy down to fall. Fortunately, the boy did not cry easily. He was just grimacing in pain, his knees were abrasive.

Goerge looked at it all with a clenched hand, restraining his anger. Finally he made a sound.

"HOW DARE YOU HURT HER, BEN!"

The waiter was surprised to hear the voice. He had already memorized the owner of the voice that echoed and sounded resolutely. Mr. George looked at him sharply, especially when he saw his 'grandson' being treated badly.

The boy saw the middle-aged man who was descending from the stairs accompanied by Zack. He tried to get up but it was hard, his knees were sore.

"Raka, don't push yourself. Let me help you." Hans said that appeared from behind Zack and his master.

George and Raka looked at each other. For a moment, they daydreamed about watching each other's faces.

"really similar. Although not 100%. Reminds me of my father. If only his eyes were not purple. Hair too. Looks like it should be trimmed down a little."

The middle-aged man was monologuing for quite a long time. Until Zack had to pat her shoulder twice.

"Are you okay?" Ask Zack.

"Yes." Yeah." George nodded and nodded slowly. Hans and Zack were confused to see his master.

"Zack, you take care of him. Change her clothes." After saying that, he left those who looked at him in wonder.

1 Hour passed....

Raka looks fresher. The blisters on his knees have also been treated. Zack was amazed by the boy because he was so independent at his young age.

Raka does not want to be bathed even choose her own clothes. Not only that, the smart boy combed his own hair. Zack offers to help her but is rejected. He said he used to do it himself.

"Are you ready?" Tanya Zack who was anxious to see her tidying up her shirt.

"Hm. Yeah, it's ready." He said with certainty.

While walking around, Raka looked to the right and left, paying attention to the design of the tall and sturdy building. He stopped to look closer. Until his head turned up.

"We're here, young master." Zack said to break his focus. The boy was surprised. Without realizing it, it has arrived at the door pastel pink. Decorated by preserved orchid flowers.

Chequek!

"Please come in." Zack pushed him a little because Raka was a little hesitant to enter. Then shut the door back.

"They'll be good friends." Zack muttered with a smile.

"Waaaah! There are a lot of flowers here. Just like a museum. HM? Black roses? Oohh there must be something."

George watched his granddaughter look around at the types of flowers in her room.

"You can look at it later after we've talked." Said George.

Raka was surprised to hear that voice.

"Ah, sorry, sir." Then he sat on the sofa he had prepared.

George was silent for a moment and then began his conversation.

"What's your name?." Ask directly..

Raka gave a small smile and replied "Raka "

George scrunched his forehead. The boy nodded

"What is a long name? I don't have any. My grandmother gave it."

"Did your grandmother tell you about your past?"

Raka shook her head slowly. "Not so interested. What matters is that someone cares about me. And most importantly love me sincerely."

George was interested in his style of speech. It is different from other children.

"alright... Since you're not a child in general, I'll ask you a sensitive question."

Raka raised her eyebrows waiting for the question she was ready to answer.

The boy just nodded casually.

"He started all that. Killing the person who has loved her sincerely and wasting her mother's affection. I saw it all. If you want details, just ask Uncle Hans."

The boy before him spoke lightly without feeling restless. "It's interesting." He said in his heart.

"Oh yeah! Mr. George." Raka stood up from her seat and walked up to George.

"Actually, I'm tired of asking this. You have sent 3 spies to extract information about my life. I should have asked. 'Why I was banished, the origin of my parents, I was born when and where.' "

He said while grinning. George was surprised to hear his words. The boy's expression was horrible.

"How does he know?" George wondered.

"The movements are discovered. At first glance it looks like a person who is active in general. In fact, one of them once bought my grandmother's cake during a night festival in N. I could feel the gaze of someone who was watching me at that moment."

It was clear casually while looking through the flower collection in the room.

The atmosphere was momentarily silent. George was completely at a loss for words by his granddaughter this one.

"Are you going to hate me because I'm not helping you? Ask carefully.

Raka watched the middle-aged man's face and shook her head slowly. He also walked back to his seat.

"Of course not. We are strangers who have lives and lives. After all, if you show up at that time, I don't necessarily want to accept you." .

George smiled with relief at the answer.

"Don't talk so formally. I'm your grandfather. Call me Grandpa. You called me sir. I was surprised to hear that. Didn't Hans tell you?" His protest.

Raka smiled and nodded. "Yes, Grandpa."

Suddenly George laughed. Raka who saw her grandfather laughing felt surprised. "Is that funny?" Mumbled.

"Hahaha, my goodness! Hahaha you're weird! But I like it! It's completely different from the others!" After that, he quietly adjusted his breathing.

"Have you been happy laughing at me? Nothing is funny." Said Raka with his regretful expression.

"Hey! Don't misunderstand me. I'm laughing at you not insulting. I'm just amazed at the way you think. Oho! Please eat. Don't you like biscuits?"

George offered a medium-sized glass bowl filled with delicious-looking biscuits.

"Thank you." The boy took it and ate it. He seemed to enjoy the snack.

"Oh yeah! I really want to know why you can act like an adult. In fact, your way of thinking too. Until you don't want to play, just want to read. It's good.but, don't you want to play.?"

The mangosteen-beard raka then sipped a cup of warm tea. After that, justify his sitting position. He smiled a little.

"Before, there was someone who asked me that question and I felt uncomfortable. So I'm snapping at him." He said casually.

George breathed his breath. It's kind of another kid on this one.

" I'll tell you. From the beginning, my life was different from a typical child. Since I was a baby, I have been sick a lot. The only thing I do is on the bed. Grandma won't let me into the living room. Reason's cold. The air is cold, not so cold. My body is too weak."

Then he was silent as if holding something.

"Ehm! At that time, I was 2 years old. I really remember the book my grandmother brought me was a full-color picture storybook and there was no writing of it. The story is about Alice in Wonderland. I was interested and liked it immediately. Every time I take the book off, I get nervous. It was the book that accompanied me when grandma was busy in the kitchen.

After months of looking at the book, I finally asked for another storybook. But, there is writing. Then Grandma gave me a storybook about gingerbread being 'living'. My grandmother read to me every night before I went to bed. I watched every word my grandmother read. And it turns out I'm more interested in reading it than seeing the picture. .

The next day, the grandmother brought 2 more books about the kingdom. I'm not interested in seeing the picture. I wonder how to read it. My grandmother did not teach me to read. Just tell me how to read it if I ask. That's where I learned to read.

When I was 4, my grandmother brought me a book about the human body. The picture is not too much and I am happy. Because that's what I want.

When I was bought a bike by my grandmother, I went around myself to the park and the library. In the library, I was free to choose the books I wanted to read.

Reading is the best friend. I never felt lonely because I had no friends. I have my own world. And I enjoy that."