The Warm Home
Season 2 Chapter 11

It doesn't feel like it's time to go to sleep. Two other children of that age were not yet sleepy. Raphael downed his drink from thirst after a long story. In front of him, a boy who was silent while holding back his tears.

His heart was torn to shreds hearing the story of his past that was very sad and no less miserable. He felt guilty for hurting her.

Haaaahhh!

Raka tries to neutralize her feelings and refrains from crying. But, his attempt failed. He began to cry and covered his face with both palms.

"Actually.... I-I came here to apologize again. I'm no different from the people who bullied you first. Pardon me. Hicks! I'm selfish. I consider myself to be suffering the most. In fact, you suffer more. I've never slept outside and been tormented in an orphanage."

Raphael immediately rubbed his head.

"Once again.forgetit. Didn't you apologize? I said you're not evil. Just being pissed. We play yuk! I brought you here to play. You've never had a toy, have you?"

Raphael tried to divert the conversation and create a new pleasant atmosphere. He never hated Raka. In fact, he already thought of him as his own brother. Without Raka's knowledge.

"How do I clean this many toys?" Tanya Raka who is currently tying the doll ribbon that she released earlier.

"I'm asking nanny. Surely I can't do it alone. Hehehe. There are so many toys." Answer while chuckling.

"I just realized that the doll you have is no less funny than the doll you gave me. Ohya! The doll has a name, yes." He said with a smile. Signaling his heart had improved.

"Is that so? Thanks though. Want again? I still have a lot." He said while showing all his dolls.

Raka was silent then shook her head slowly. But, his hand pointed to the toy of the carriage that was still running on his tracks.

"Can I borrow that toy?" Ask. From his eyes it seemed that he wanted the toy very much. Raphael nodded.

Raka's expression looked very pleased. I have never had such a toy. Because it's.... Not wanting to incriminate his hard-earned grandmother to raise money for daily meals.

"It must be expensive." Mumbled.

Tok.butts!

Suddenly someone knocked on the door of the room. When Raka wanted to open it, it was already opened first by her grandfather who looked at the two of them sharply.

"From forgetting time, huh?" Say it in a flat tone.

The two children who were chatting were staring at each other. Finally Raphael stood up and walked over to his grandfather.

"I'm sorry, grandpa. We won't repeat it again." He said slowly.

"I'm not banning you from playing. I forbid you to play until you forget time. More you, Raka." Said George while turning his eyes to the boy he called.

Raka shut up, she knew it was wrong. His grandfather was angry not without reason. He knew his past was often painful.. So always ask for a break. Even when he was 11, he was often told to sleep. But , he found it difficult to sleep at that hour.

He was not an easy kid to sleep with. In the past, when he was with his grandmother, it was not uncommon for him to wake up in the middle of the night and then read a book. When asked to take a nap, he even did other activities.

"Geez! Yes already. Let's get everything straightened out. It's been so night." Raka said when her grandfather had returned to his room. Raphael nodded and instantly rearranged his puppets to where they had been. Raka turned on the vacum cleaner to clean up the dust and small dirt on the floor.

Before long, everything was neat and clean. They then wash their hands and sit on a fur carpet.

Raphael got up from his seat and turned off the room lights. Raka immediately opened the curtains and a beautiful night view.

"Well! There's moon. It's beautiful..." Raphael.

"The stars are also many." Raka said.

After looking at the beautiful night sky, they decided to sleep because they were already very sleepy. Raka fell asleep on the fur carpet while smiling with a white rabbit doll that was rather large in size.

While Raphael sleeps on his mattress, surrounded by his favorite dolls. Not forgetting, he closed the curtains and turned on the sleeping lights before going up to his bed.

The morning has come. The sun is rising and shining brightly. But it had no effect on the two boys who were still fast asleep.

A servant came into the room and opened the curtains wide. The blinding sunlight glanced in and managed to wake the two boys up.

"Y!! This must be Nich. He's always disturbing my sleep." Raka muttered while covering her face. Raphael immediately sat down and got off his bed. He patted Raka's arm. As a result, Raka who felt disturbed immediately woke up and sat down.

He was surprised to see his grandfather sitting in front of him, staring at the two of them.

"This can't happen again. Lookie! It's 9 and just woke up. You two need to be disciplined about time. Grandpa didn't want this to happen again. Tomorrow, your schedule must be regular and that is up to you. You must organize yourself. Understood??"

Hearing the impromptu 'lecture' from his grandfather, they just kept quiet while giving a surprised expression. When George came out, they breathed a sigh of relief. Then Raka stood up and prepared to come out of the room.

"It seems we have to be alone first to complete the task." Raphael said while tidying up his bed. Raka turned her head and nodded. He knows the task at hand.

"I just wanted to take you to my kitchen." Raka said while on the doorstep.

"Later on. What matters is, free of duty first."

Then Raka came out and closed the door again.

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George's office.

"Jonathan, how's the cake shop going?" George asked his trusted assistant.

"Great development. More visitors are coming. My advice, better the store was expanded. Beside him was a shophouse for sale. I checked it directly. The building is strong and spacious. Looks like it just got up." Evidently.

"Good idea. But, I want to tell him first. You wait here. He'll be here any minute."

Before long, the person who was waiting for his arrival came in.

Raka saw her grandfather sitting leaning on his chair and beside her was a grown man she believed to be her grandfather's assistant.

Raka just sits and waits curiously what important things will be discussed. Then, the adult man named Jonathan sat opposite his master's grandson. When he first saw it, he immediately felt a different aura from him.

"It seems like he's not just a kid." His inner.

"Before starting, I want to introduce myself first. I'm Jonathan, your grandfather's assistant."

The boy just nodded slowly. He didn't say anything. His quiet nature has not changed.

"It's about your late grandmother's cake shop. All this time, Mr. George took care of it. Employees who work are added by him because more customers come and his interest also increases.

4 People served in the kitchen, and 3 people served the buyer.

Currently, the store is getting narrower and must be expanded. Next to the cake shop, there is a new empty shophouse. I checked it. The building is spacious, has 2 floors and is very clean. There is one room at the top that is suitable for baking. What do you think?"

George looked at his grandson's behavior. Raka was just silent, even her expression was flat. His eyes stared intently at his assistant.

While Jonathan who saw the behavior of the boy in front of him felt awkward because there was no response from him. Then he turned to his master and replied with a nod.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time. And actually... I've learned that Mr. George takes care of the store." Said Raka while sipping her tea.

Hearing that, George frowned and looked at the smiling face of his grandson towards him.

"No problem anyway... If you have to do it, just do it. But remember! I don't want the recipe in the fox. That'sthat's all. Haaaa. Mercifully..... If anyone takes care of it. At least I can be relieved. And don't feel guilty for my late grandmother." He said calmly.

1 hour later, Jonathan withdrew and walked out of the room. Stay 2 different generations of people who are silent, focusing on their respective minds.

"This weird boy. Since when did he know that I took care of his grandmother's shop? Did he ever come in here secretly? Or the.... Zack told him? But, there's no way Zack. I know exactly he. I'll ask you later."

"Why is he looking at me like that? Uh! Don't-don't about that, huh?? Obviously I know! I once helped him tidy up the papers that were stacked on his desk. Then, there's a paper that says the name of my grandmother's cake shop. Curious, I read. So, if you know why?!! Is there a problem?!"

The two of them continued to speak inwardly with faces that showed displeasure. Because of his focus, they were unconscious from earlier, Zack and his brother Nicholas were standing near the door with a look at each other.

"It seems like there's a problem. Uh! How about we just get out?" Nicholas asked in a whisper.

"Yes. Just get out on your own. If you're angry, sir, don't complain." Zack replied while glancing at his sister.

"No need to whisper, just say it." George suddenly broke the silence.

"Alright, time's up. Time to go to the kitchen. Congratulations --"

"Hey, weird boy. Who let you out? Sit down!" George said glaring. Raka was not afraid, instead put on her sour face.

"old man. I hungry. Although it's just quiet, but my energy has also been drained a lot." Those in the room were shocked to hear Raka's extremely bold response.

"So, what did you say? Sit down now or get punished? Have your servant take your needs."

The shuddering Nicholas immediately came out and ran towards the kitchen. "Geez! Young master is very brave. As I recall, none of his grandchildren are as brave as Lord Raka."

Nicholas went straight into his master's private kitchen and picked up a large portion of food and a bottle of milk from the refrigerator. After that, he went out and did not forget to lock it back.

In haste he pushed a trolley filled with food and drink into Mr. George's study. Before long he arrived at his destination and entered with a hunting breath.

"Come, gentlemen. Please enjoy the food and drink. Haaaaah! It's exhausting!" Now it's Zack's turn to look at his sister's behavior.(that's it).

"Boy, I'm tired of waiting. Quickly explain." Said George while standing over to the boy who was cool to enjoy his snack.

"Honorary sir remember no? I will have tidied up the papers stacked on your desk. Well, there's a paper that says D'Sweets, the name of my grandmother's cake shop. Then I read the paper for a moment. That's where I know." Evidently.

"That's smart of you." George chuckled.

"I am a descendant of Mr. Nathanael. Come on, please enjoy the snack."

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet and tense. Hearing the name, George and the two servants looked at each other. He wondered how he knew about this man. For a long time, no one had mentioned that name. Even before Raka was present in the mansion.

"Don't-don't......"