The Warm Home
Season 2 Chapter 4
The seasons change, the years change. It didn't feel like it was in early 1986.
It had been two months Raka had been living in that luxurious residence. All the facilities and needs are available there. Certainly more sophisticated, but it does not change the independence that has been embedded in him.
Nicholas, the energetic young man has officially become his personal servant. It is not easy to be his servant especially, Raka is a child who used to do everything himself.
It was a fight because Raka did not want to be helped while cooking honey chicken, her grandfather's favorite food. Nicholas already knew he was used to it in the kitchen even so, he remained chatty for fear of having his little hand hurt.
"Young master, if I let you do it alone, it's the same as eating a blind salary. I can't sit still. If you're hurt, how?." He said while watching his master's deft movements.
"I'm used to it myself. Please understand!"
"But, sir-"
Brak!
With an annoyed expression, he kicked down the table and stared intently at his servant.
"Nicholas! Your job is to obey all my orders. Now, let me cook it myself. You will wash all the furniture you have used. So, there's no need to panic. Understood?!"
After saying that, he continued the pending work for a while.
None of that was out of George's sharp eyes. Hans also recounts Raka's activities during his stay with George and Zack. They were really surprised when they knew the 6-year-old boy could make a delicious meal.
Secretly, George made her a special kitchen for her special granddaughter. When it was done, Raka felt more free to cook the food he wanted. Not infrequently he also made it for his grandfather and his servant who was a bit annoying.
The relationship between his grandfather and grandson grew closer. Even Raka also smiled and laughed with him. "Thank you for coming into my life." The words were spoken every day before George went to sleep.
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On a peaceful morning... The servants who were doing their respective tasks were suddenly disturbed by the drama made by Nicholas. He is not sincere friends who have been considered brothers, go home.
Hans felt that it had been too long off, deciding to return to city B.
"nich! Let Hans go! At the end of the year you can see him again. You mustn't be selfish" Zack said as he held his head, dizzy with his sister's behavior.
"Young master, take care of your health, yes." Hans paid no heed to the dramatic young man, preferring to talk briefly to the special boy before him.
"Sure! I'm sorry, because of me, uncle's job is delayed. It must have piled up." He said with a slight smile..
"It's okay. Don't feel so guilty. I am so happy to spend more time with you. Since I've known you, my mind has changed a lot about children."
After a short chat, he was very happy. Raka smilingly looked at him going out of the luxurious residence. "Thank you for helping me get up." Say it with a soft.
After that, Raka turned her body to go inside. He had not yet entered, he suddenly slipped. But he did not fall because his body was held by someone.
"I'm sorry for my negligence, young master." That man is Nicholas, his personal servant.
"It's okay. It's not entirely your fault. I am less careful. Who is in charge of mopping the floor in the living room? Later if another servant steps on and falls how?" He said at length.
Nicholas nodded then escorted his little master into the kitchen. Today, Raka wants to make Swiss roll cake. And the plan is, he will make quite a large portion.
Yesterday the day after, he made a vegetable salad and some waiters who were curious about his homemade, asked permission to taste it. Raka finally gave it to him and they liked it.
In Raka's kitchen
"Young master, how many eggs do you need?" This time Nicholas can help him because it will make a portion that is quite a lot. And Nicholas won't miss this opportunity.
"About 10 grains." Answer it while cutting the chocolate that will be melted.
"Well, the dough is expanding!!! That's grand. After that, what do you need?" Nicholas looks happy to see the process of making his favorite cake directly.
"Take the baking sheet that has been covered with butter. After that, help me pour it."
"Now, it's time to make cream. And you prepare sugar water and refined sugar."
"Ready, sir." Even though the body is filled with sweat, they still work on it with pleasure.
Without Nicholas realizing it, Raka held back his tears. Still vividly remembered in his mind, the excitement and happiness he felt when making a cake with his grandmother...
"Forget it!!! I must rise! My life has to change! Come on you can!" He said in his heart, encouraging himself.
1 hour later...
"Oh My God!! Pretty and looks delicious!!!" Nicholas' eyes sparkled at the finished Swiss roll cake. The result was so beautiful that he felt affection to eat it.
"Thank you for helping me. Oh yea! Your decoration isn't bad either." Raka said with a pleased expression.
"Young tuaannn! Can I put it in my room? This is cake-"
"That's enough. Just keep that fantasy to yourself."
Nicholas started again with his play. How can the cake be used as a display? There's even rotting.
"Now, I teach you how to cut the cake properly so that the results are neat and pleasing to the eye."
The energetic waiter noticed the lithe little hand of his master cutting the beautiful cakes and the results were very neat.
"Kue that one, let me cut it, sir." Said the curious Nicholas wanting to try cutting it
Raka allowed, then he wiped his hands and sat down on the chair available there. Nicholas cut it smoothly even though the result was not as neat as Raka.
"That's for you, your brother and the willing servant. And this, for me and grandpa. Remember that! Never touch it. Understood?" Raka said as she prepared to get out of the kitchen.
He wanted to clean his body full of sweat and change his clothes that contained traces of flour.
After his death, there was a female servant who entered and looked at him flat and cynical. Nicholas scrunched his forehead. How dare he enter. He said inwardly as he placed the cookies onto the trolley.
"Hmmm... Can you come out? You must have known that this kitchen can't--"
"Curtain! Very low your pride until begging to be a servant 'unclear people' that." Hearing him, Nicholas suddenly widened his eyes and looked at him sharply. But, the servant did not feel afraid instead walked over and continued his words.
"I'm saying this out of pity for you that she never valued. Better to stop 'playing' with people whose origins are unclear." After that, he left Nicholas clenching his hands together and still looking at him very sharply.
Before long, Raka returned to the kitchen and saw her servant looking down with clenched hands. He did not say anything just raise his eyebrows and pushed the trolley containing the cake casually.
"Please clean it up."
Nicholas who was busy with his thoughts instantly came to a realization and saw the trolley beside him disappear. Even he was unconscious when Raka came earlier. Then, he drank the tea he made earlier and continued his work.
Raka pushed the trolley alone towards her grandfather's study. His face was brightly radiant, impatiently enjoying his homemade cake while chatting casually with his grandfather. Suddenly, he slipped so much that his trolley was speeding away. He tried to stand up but, very hard.
"Please stop that trolley." He said while trying to walk. Fortunately, there was a maid who stopped the thing then immediately left Raka who noticed her face.
"Why does he look scared?" Ask with a witty.
"Young master, are you okay? Someone told me you slipped. Not hurt, is it?" Nicholas asked which suddenly came with a worried expression.
"Not to think about. Now, you push this trolley into my grandfather's room." He said while enduring the pain in his leg.
"Are you okay, sir?" Ask to convince.
"Yes." Yeah." Answer's short. Though, his legs felt sore and there were abrasions.
"It looks like my stock of patience is running low." He muttered as he glanced at the 3 servants who saw him with a condescending look.