The Warm Home
Season 2 Chapter 13

"Mangcorn soup is done! Grandpa would have liked it. This one's for Raphael and this one's for me. Oho! It's still 6 o'clock. Grandpa is awake or not. How about I just walk by."

Raka was busy alone with her cooking from earlier. Previously, he had filled his stomach with 2 pieces of fresh bread that was smeared with peanut butter. Not forgetting a glass of warm milk.

Now, he walked to his grandfather's room first to deliver his homemade soup. However, only then did he arrive at the door, from inside the room he heard Zack's voice sounding panicked.

"Don't do this, sir. Please, tell me what should I do??? Don't remember that dream. Tell the truth to your grandchild. I'm sure, young master won't leave you. He'll understand." He tried to calm down.

Raka then opened the door of the room very slowly. Then he went in and approached his grandfather's bed. George glanced and was surprised to see his granddaughter who was already behind Zack.

"Why is Grandpa so sick? Did Grandpa dream the same thing as me? Grandpa looks depressed. Say, please tell me everything. I promise I won't leave grandpa."

Zack looked back and was surprised to hear the boy's words. Then, Raka came out to push into the food trolley and closed the door again.

"Surely Grandpa was out of energy. I made you some warm corn soup. It tastes kinda sweet. Take it easy, sweetness is natural from the corn not sugar.."

Raka throws a bowl of soup at Zack. Zack took it and fed his limp-dropped master.

"Eat it first. After that, I want grandpa to tell me everything." His words sounding firm.

After finishing his meal and changing his clothes, George felt better. Now, he sat opposite his grandson.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to tell you. I just don't want to make you depressed and uncomfortable living with me." George began the conversation.

Raka shook her head slowly. "That's not what I want to hear. Don't feel guilty. I'd like to ask. "Has grandfather been approached by someone named Nathanael in a dream?" Ask in a calm voice. .

George sighed violently then nodded.

"Well! That person, Mr. Nathanael also often came to me under different conditions but, his face was faint. The last time, which is today, he came to me again. But he looks angry. His body was on fire and behind him was a lifeless woman on fire as well." Then Raka drank the juice he made and continued the story.

"The man told me to take his revenge on Napoleon's family. Because they destroyed this family, Vicenzo." After that, Raka was silent. He doesn't want to be rash. There are many more things that he does not know but, forced to know.

"Alright, I actually want grandpa to tell you everything. What has happened to the family of Vincenzo, who Napoleon was, and what made Mr. Nathanael so vengeful that it haunts us.

Just tell me. I'll help grandpa. But, for now, Grandpa rested ya."

George smiled faintly at the words of his grandson. He was worried too much. What he feared did not happen.

"You stayed up again last night." Guess George. Raka tried to calm down and shook her head. George was anxious to see it. It's been discovered, still won't admit it.

"Later 10, go to sleep again. There's still a lot to talk about, right? Nah! Take care of your health and don't get sick." George reminded him. His voice sounded soft and calm. His body was completely limp and he desperately needed more rest.

"Well! I-i need..... HI-BU-RAN! I could get sick again if my mind kept stressing. Anyway, why should I? Why not the others? Nah! Not to mention writing a daily schedule. To read a book alone is no longer excited." Raka grumbled while staring at the bright blue sky.

The purple-eyed brat felt tired of the complicated matter that suddenly came into his life. Just wanted to relax, but there was only a barrier. Because he was too focused on daydreaming, he did not realize someone was coming closer.

"Whole sweet and fresh? Please enjoy my homemade juice." Excited Nicholas who suddenly came with a trolley filled with food and drinks.

Raka immediately sat down and approached the trolley. As his hand prepared to take food, suddenly someone held his hand.

"Ouch! You you? Why arrest me?" His protest. He looked back and it was Raphael.

"Wash your hands, young master." Raphael said while glaring sharply. Raka grumbled as she went inside to wash her hands.

When he returned, all the food and drinks that invited him were neatly presented on the carpet. Raphael sat there pouring his tea.

"Where is Nich's juice?" Ask Raka. Raphael frowned and glanced at the servant who was relaxing under the tree while biting the apple.

"Oh! You're fucking me, Nich?" Annoyed annoyed.

Finally, they both enjoy their favorite snacks and drinks. From earlier, Raphael noticed the look on Raka's face like one who was thinking about something.

"If anything weighs on your mind, just say it. Not in the damsels themselves."

Raka let out her breath. He smiled and nodded slowly.

Nicholas watched his master's calm countenance. Raka can control her emotions and become a more calm person. He was very grateful for the presence of Raphael who had a positive influence on him.

"Have you seen Grandpa?" Tanya Raka who was sitting on the steps of the library.

"It was but, just for a minute. Zack said, Grandpa should not talk first. Looks like there's a big problem going on until grandpa gets sick." Replied Raphael who was sitting next to Raka.

Buk up!

Raka closed her thick book and watched the long hair of the boy beside her.

"Your hair is long. Why not cut it? Doesn't it feel heavy?" Ask curiously.

The owner of the long hair was reflexively holding her hair and looking at her side. He looked into Raka's eyes and smiled.

"Mom's word, I fit long hair."

"Mother.... pick you up?" . Raphael nodded.

"Oh yeah! Have you ever wondered about the color of your eyes? I mean, no one has that color."

Now it was Raphael's turn to ask. Actually, there are still many things about Raka that he really wants to know. He wanted to ask a lot of things about her but, worried that Raka would feel uncomfortable.

"I asked my grandmother this, but it's a pity. He didn't know anything, just said it was normal and didn't have to worry. Yashudah, I don't ask anymore. As long as you can see normally, there's no need to bother."

Raka looked at Raphael's strange expression that seemed unsatisfied with the answer. He understood, this person beside him would want to ask a lot of things about him.

"If there's free time, I'll tell you everything about myself so you don't get curious anymore." Raphael was shocked to hear that. He thought that Raka would not want to tell him. He was happy, Raka was willing to share and tell a lot of stories.

As the two boys were enjoying the silence, Raka suddenly stood up and descended the stairs in a hurry. In fact, his book he left lying down below. Raphael who saw it fell silent in astonishment.

"What's up?" His inner.

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"Damn! I forgot! Huh! How could I forget such an important thing???!!" Raka ran towards her grandfather's study in panic. The servants looked at him with astonished gazes.

Brak!!

He opened the door of the room. Blank. There was no grandfather or servant. Then he came in and closed the door again.

The boy walked towards his grandfather's desk and saw some irregular sheets of paper. He also set the table. The papers he moved to a glass table near the sofa there.

Before long, the table was neat and clean. Then he sat down on a single sofa and read the contents of the papers.

"Hmm??!! 'Operation costs'. 'Baku materials' wait... Wait..... why twice in a month?. There are also reports that have been missed. It's strange!April costs more than last month. January to March is stable. There is nothing wrong with the report either. Is this a normal mistake??"

Raka read one by one carefully. I don't want to miss a single letter. In fact, the numbers listed were also not out of his sight.

"Don't.... Grandpa got sick because of this. Whoa! Someone's playing with him."

Geck! Geck!

The knocking of the door shifted his focus. And as the man spoke, it was Jonathan's voice. "Yes! It's a golden opportunity!" Inner is relief. .

He opened the door and the grown man was shocked. Not Zack, but a clever boy who made him curious. Jonathan or often called Jo smiled at him and entered.

"We meet again, young master." Sweepings.

"Yep! We have to meet again." Sahut Raka with his serious face.

"I want to see --"

"Don't see Mr. George. He's not okay." Jonathan put on a serious face.

"You're his assistant, right? You must know that there was a double payment report in the last month." Said Raka while giving the report paper she read earlier. Jonathan accepted it and nodded slowly.

"Yes, the problem is being solved now. The culprit has met." Evidently. Raka then frowned while rolling the paper. His eyes were closed, looking hard.

"I'm sorry, I'd like to know about Mr. George's situation. You said he was not okay. Is he sick, or is there something else?" Ask.

"So, is the company okay?" Ask Raka back. Jonathan nodded slowly. Raka squinted her eyes as if in disbelief.

"You think I don't know what you're hiding??! I'm the one tidying up the papers on Grandpa's desk." Said Raka while holding the two pieces of paper he had rolled earlier.

Jonathan breathed his coarse breath, then sat down on the sofa.

"Say."