The Warm Home
Season 2 Chapter 12

In a Western European country

BRAKK!

"B*d*h! Why didn't you just*n*just then?!"

"I-I love him so much. As a mother, I can't bear to just throw it away. Please understand."

"God! You think I don't know what your past is like? First kid, you just threw it away. What difference?"

"Clearly different! That boy... He's carrying a curse! And remember! I just threw it away not memb*n*hnya. Anyway, why are you so nervous?!"

"Woman b*d*h! If they grow up and destroy me how?! Anyway, can you help me? Huh uh?!"

"........"

"If I get caught, I'll b*n*h you."

BRAKKK!

"Hiks! I'm sorry, mother. I didn't hear your talk. Hicks! Mum...."

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Nightfall....

In a room full of toys and dolls. There were two boys who were still not sleepy were chatting casually on the fur carpet.

"Oh! So, your grandma has a cake shop?" Raphael asked who was drawing.

"Yes. And now, grandfather takes care of it. I learned about how to manage it. It's not easy." Sahut Raka is busy writing her schedule for next week.

"of course. It's an adult job."

After that, no more talk. Room immediately silent.... They are engaged in their respective activities. Until suddenly

"It's done! Let's get ready for bed." Said the long-haired boy.

"Wait on! I'm not done yet. It's because of Grandpa who forbade me to go out." The boy who writes.

"Silent.... I'll be waiting for you. Just finish it first." He said while tidying up his drawing equipment.

"Tomorrow, may I help you make a cake?" Raphael asked with hope. He knows from Nicholas that only people who get permission from Raka can enter.

"of course! But, we have to go to the food warehouse first to pick up the fruit we need. You ever been there?"

Raphael shook his head slowly. He had never been to that place. "Why don't you just ask Nicholas for help?" Ask again.

Raka smiled thinly. He chose not to answer directly. His eyes are still focused on his notes. Before long, he finished writing and smoothed his stationery.

"Tonight, sleep in my room. I'll answer your curiosity. Don't forget to bring Fluffy too." Raka said as she prepared to leave the room.

Raphael smiled. He got up from his bed and did not forget to bring Fluffy. Small bunny doll bright blue color.

They walked towards Raka's room while looking at the displays around her.

"I'm surprised. Is this a mansion or a museum?! Lots of displays here." Mumbled.

"Grandfather doesn't really like walls full of displays. But, all these displays, are the memories of his family and his precious relatives." Sahut Raphael who heard his murmur.

"Oh! You mean, every display has a meaning, right?" Ask.

"Yes. Like that pitcher display. You can see it, right? Grandpa said that it was his late mother's favorite jug." Raphael answered while pointing at a beautiful jug with cherry blossom carvings.

"Only the chosen servant cleans the displays." Added. He does not realize that Raka has left him.

Raka walked towards a place that made her curious. Being impatient, he finally ran and arrived at his destination. A hallway full of photos. There are wedding photos, family photos and there are also photos of a woman.

His eyes looked at the photo one by one and managed to find a photo of a man who had haunted his mind.

An adult man with blue eyes, his nose pointed, his brown hair combined with a bright red color. His gaze was really sharp as if he was still alive. And he wears a grey suit.

Below it is a very small writing so that Raka finds it difficult to read it. But, he didn't give up. He took a tall wooden chair. Get him and read that writing.

''Nathanael Felipe Abraham Vincenzo'' finally he can read it and know who the man is. Then, he immediately descended slowly and returned his seat to its original place.

Before leaving the place, he recorded it in a small book that fit in his pocket.

"It turns out, this is Mr. Nathanael's face. In dreams... He didn't show his face for whatever reason." He muttered as he walked out of the hallway.

Drap drape!

"Well! Huh! Where is raka? Duuhs. It's been a very night. The servants were already in his room. Why did he suddenly leave me? If Grandpa knows we haven't slept, it could be bad!" Raphael ran here and there looking for Raka who disappeared.

Traveling around the mansion does require a lot of energy. The place was very large and there were many rooms. Raphael did not rarely visit but, still, he had not memorized all the streets and rooms of the mansion.

"Where have you been? Lookingforyou. If Grandpa knows we haven't slept, he could be scolded." Cecar Raphael while adjusting his breathing.

"sorry. Yasudahis... Come to my room. We'll be here soon." Then they walked with a little run and before long, up to Raka's room.

Chequek!!

"Haaaahhh my goodness! I feel like a guy who steals. Never mind. It's time to go to bed!" Raka laid her body on her bed and soon fell asleep.

Raphael snorted in annoyance as his curiosity had not been answered. . It felt very lazy to approach the soft mattress. Finally he turned off the lights and slept on the sofa near him.

"*Rakasha Nathanael Vincenzo. You're the one I can trust. You have to destroy the people who have built\*n\*h your family. Napolean. They are your enemies. Take my revenge! Those who slandered and scattered the family of Vicenzo. You're the family's hope*."

Said a man in torn clothes and a lot of splashes of blood. His face showed great anger and both his hands were clenched. The breath goes up and down.

Suddenly, his entire body was on fire. Behind him was a woman lying lifeless, also on fire.

Raka was surprised to see that horrible sight. There was a pity in his heart. He wanted to help them, but his legs couldn't move.

Huh!

Suddenly, the boy woke up in a hurry. He adjusted his breathing, and wiped the sweat off his face. The room was very cool due to the AC wind. The dream repeated again.

Meet for the umpteenth time with a mysterious man. But, now it is not mysterious anymore because he already knows who he is. ..

"What do you want from me? Huh! I could get another headache if this keeps up. Just say! Don't give me too much code. A grudge?? What revenge?" Inner wonders.

In fact, he had long wanted to tell his grandfather. But his tongue felt heavy. Wanted to forget it but, the dream appeared again.

"Mr Nathanael... I'll help you if you don't torture me like this. Haha!" Said suddenly.

"I can't sleep anymore. Nevermind! It's better to go to the kitchen "he said as he got off the messy mattress. He opened the sheets and placed them on the floor. Then walk to the bathroom. After that, change his clothes and come out carrying dirty laundry.

"Ouch! Weight as well. Why don't I just leave it in the room. Where I forgot where the laundry was." His grunt while dragging the laundry bucket containing the dirty laundry.

"I can't leave it here. Ahah! Just put it in the kitchen." Then he was in the kitchen. Raka immediately washed her hands and checked the contents of her refrigerator. There are some fruits like watermelon, apple, and strawberry.

Luckily the strawberry has been washed, so he can eat it immediately.

"Forget that dream for a moment. I have to calm down. Anyway, today should tell grandfather everything. He'll know." His inner.

In another room, George lay on his bed with a loyal servant beside him, accompanying his ailing master. His face was very pale and his body shivered. From this morning until the afternoon, he was fine.

Around eight o'clock in the evening, he felt very weak, and his head was dizzy. Zack faithfully accompanied him and took care of him. He wanted to tell his master's two grandchildren but, George forbade.

"Dad, let him. Don't bother him." That was the sentence George said from earlier while closing his eyes.