The Warm Home
Season 2 Chapter 22

City B. Dr Hans Clinic.

"Snow, yes... Reminds me of that sad moment. Haaaah! What's raka doing?"

Hans, the young doctor stared at the falling snow. His memory of the tragedy suddenly emerged. Right now, he was thinking about that clever boy. Wanted to visit him. Zack suggests coming to make the boy happy at the beginning of the year .

Tok!

"Hans! Time to go home." Say someone from behind the door. Hans stepped slowly and opened the door.

Clamps!

"Dreaming 'again'?" Asked the man, a female nurse who was a close friend of Hans

"No. You go home first. I'm gonna be alone here." Answer lethargic.

"All right..."

After his death, Hans lay on the sofa. He closed his eyes and before long, he slept.

While sleeping, the door of the room suddenly opened. Someone came in, walked around the room. Of course with a slow step so as not to cause a sound.

"It doesn't feel like it's changed years." The man muttered as he looked at the 1987 calendar on display on Hans' desk.

"It seems he was so tired that he didn't notice our arrival."

Hans began to feel disturbed, his ears catching the familiar voice. He slowly got up from his sleep and sat down.

His eyes looked at the person sitting in front of him. Hans was aghast, his life had already gathered, his eyes wide open.

"Raka?! You coming?! Same who?! Wait, I heard someone else's voice." He said while shirking.

Puk!

"It's so busy that you forget your best friend." Hans was wide-eyed when he saw the one patting his shoulder. .

"Zack! The raka! Geez! I miss you guys. When's that??? Ohya! How about we just talk at my house." Zack nodded in agreement.

"Uncle looks exhausted. Is there food at home? I want to cook for you." Hans smiled broadly. In addition to her people, she also misses her cooking.

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They walked to Hans' house. Deliberately, so that Raka can see the beautiful scenery of City B. Houses, shops, playgrounds are already covered in snow.

"There's a bakery that just opened at the end of last year. Wanna stop by?" Hans asked the two men.

"Come, Zack. I'm curious about the taste of the bread." The boy said as he ran in. Hans was silent for a while, he was somewhat surprised by Raka's change in attitude. The Raka he knew was a very stiff boy and always had a flat expression.

"It's very different than before. There are many things that changed his life." Said Zack who answered the question in Hans mind who was still silent.

In the store, there are lots of delicious bread with various shapes and flavors. Not only bread, it turns out there is also Raka's favorite cake, which is a cheese cake with strawberry toppings.

Whoa! So many young masters." Zack is surprised to see Raka's groceries. He took out his wallet but was arrested by the boy.

"Let me pay." Said. In his hand was two thousand dollars. This time, Hans who was shocked saw the boy was holding an enormous amount of money.

"Thank you for visiting our store." The shopkeeper said. Hans and Zack looked at each other while carrying Raka's huge groceries. The adults only bought two croissants and two pieces of tiramisu.

"The money is a lot." Hans Murmured. Zack just smiled thinly.

"For sure, not a gift from Mr. George." Legally. Hans. Mr George didn't give him the money? Where did the boy get the money from? .

"Don't make it up! Mr. George is not a--"

"Young man gets his money every month from his grandmother's cake shop. He let Tuan manage the store until he had bought a new spacious shop so that the visitors did not cram. Young master gets 30% of the sales, every month." Evidently. Hans nodded, but was still curious.

A few minutes later, they arrived at Hans's modest home. As usual, nothing has changed.

"Please come in." Hans said as he opened the door. Raka scanned the living room which also did not change at all.

The boy rushed to the kitchen to wash his hands. The kitchen where he used to cook food for his uncle has also not changed. Only the sink faucet has changed.

His eyes caught something. A photo that was placed in the refrigerator. When he looked closely, apparently it was a photo of him who was peeling fruit while smiling. Unaware, Hans photographed him secretly.

"Rest in the room. You must be tired." Hans said while brewing tea.

"Uncle and Zack want to eat bread?" Ask. Hans nodded then he came out of the kitchen with a tray filled with a pitcher and two cups.

Raka thought for a moment. He was still not tired, the boy wanted to make something. "I want to know, what's in the fridge, huh??"

When he opened the refrigerator, he found only tuna in cans, onions, and chives.

"I know what to do!"

"How long will you stay here?" Hans asked who was enjoying a warm tea

"Tomorrow noon should have arrived at the mansion." His smile faded when he heard the answer from his best friend.. Hans really wished they could stay longer. .

"If you feel lonely, come to the mansion." Said Zack who was immediately rejected by Hans.

"Why??? Mr. George doesn't forbid you to visit.". Hans breathed his breath. The reason for not visiting is...

"I don't want to see that Mr. Perfectionist again. Usually, it will come in early January. If I go there this month, ahh! No-no. You already know how 'horrible' he is."

Zack just chuckled, he also really knows how the character of his employer's first child. FIERCE!

George is also a perfectionist but, he is also known as a relaxed and tolerant employer. Thus, the servants could work casually in his mansion.

Unlike Axello, he is a perfectionist and fierce figure. It rarely looks relaxed. If he was present somewhere, the room was instantly filled with a tense aura.

"You're not a waitress anymore, so you can avoid. Just come in from the side." Advice Zack. Hans shook his head quickly, as if Trauma with the figure of Mr. Perfectionist.

"Better, I daydream alone in the house than to meet him. IT'S HORRIBLE!"

Zack laughed at the facial expression his best friend made. .

"Hey. Want to visit her late grandmother's bakery Raka?". Hearing the offer, Zack immediately agreed. He wondered what it was like and how it tasted. Instantly he remembered something.

He opened his black bag and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Almost just." Mumbled. Hans looked at him in wonder. Just wanting to ask, the aroma of delicious cuisine filled the living room.. Hans stood up leaving his best friend and walked towards the kitchen.

Not yet in the kitchen, he saw the boy carrying a tray. On the tray were two servings of sandwiches, it looked very delicious.

"Uncle. Please bring me the drinks I've prepared in the kitchen, yeah." Raka. His face looked sweaty. Hans rushed straight into the kitchen and picked up a tray of drinks and a plate of sandwiches.

"It looks like it belongs to Raka." Her thought. Without lingering, he immediately brought the tray and plate.

"Young master, you don't have to --"

"Already, don't be chatty. Come on Uncle, we'll eat together." He said while wiping his sweat with the cloth he was carrying.

The three of them enjoyed the sandwich while occasionally chatting. In between meals, Hans said

"Grandmother's house how's her fate?" Ask Raka. The two grown men stared at each other. As if asking each other.

"Jawab, I'm strong. Shouldn't we accept the reality even though it is bitter? Yes, I have accepted the fact that grandma is no longer there even though it was difficult at first. Now, I'm just here to look around the city where I used to live."

Hans nodded with a big smile. He is very relieved, the decision that Raka to live with her grandfather, is not wrong. He could see a good change in his expression and behavior.

"After this, young master rest ya." Zack. Raka nodded. Then get off the sofa, walk towards the kitchen to wash his hands. Followed by Zack who brought used plates.

"Young master, we can't linger here. In three days, Mr. Axello will be with his family." Say it while washing dishes. Raka let out her breath. Then leave Zack alone in the kitchen.

"May you face it." Inner Zack.

"Uncle. Whose basket bike am I giving?" Raka asked while staring at the window.

"Oh! I gave it to my son, my friend. There's a little damage but take it easy, it's been fixed." The answer. Raka is just a mangosteen, his mind drifting somewhere.

"I want to visit my grandmother's grave now." It was his words that made the two grown men shocked.

The boy opened the door and ran out. Zack clucked in annoyance, Raka ran very fast. Luckily, the streets were not so crowded and no cars passed by.

"Damn! I lost track of him!" Mumbled.

"Hey! This way!" Shouted Hans who was standing dumbfounded behind him. Without saying anything, Zack headed straight for the direction Hans was telling him.

He walked quickly, and soon arrived at a very large place. Public Cemetery.

His eyes swept out in all directions, looking for the whereabouts of the boy. "Meet!" Inner .

A boy who was sitting stared straight at the tomb in front of him. .

"Mom, I want a story. Now, I live with my grandfather. In a large and spacious mansion. I already have my own room. The rooms were spacious, and in the mansion was a very spacious library. Oh yea! Grandpa's a nice guy, assertive and sometimes a bitch. Grandpa gave me everything I needed and wanted. But, he's often angry that I haven't slept at 10.

I don't feel lonely because I have a sister. My brother always hears my story. He always accompanies me when I am sad. Don't worry, I'm fine here. Hhhmmmm the story is a little later if I have more free time, I will come here again.".

After being content to tell a story, he walked out of the cemetery. It turned out that Zack and Hans were waiting for him, he immediately approached them. ..

"It's over, young master?" Ask Zack . Raka nodded. His face looked happy, there was no sign of him after crying. Like his words, it had already accepted reality.

"Tomorrow at 8 am, we should already be in the city of S. I'm afraid Mr. Perfectionist came early." Her speech. Zack nodded in agreement.

SKIPS.....

"Raka, yesterday you bought bread with so much, where's the money from? Zack said, not a gift from Mr. George..." Hans was not satisfied with Zack's answer yesterday about Raka who could have that much money without being given by his grandfather.

"I work as a typist. So, grandpa used to have me type in documents and check his monthly expenses." The answer.

"Aren't you tired? When are you playing?" Ask again.

"Can just type. Anyway, I don't do it every day.. So, still have time to relax. If you play, at a certain time. I'd rather sit on the couch chatting than play." Evidently.

"Oh! I also get money from the sale of my grandmother's cake shop by 30%. I set the money as I need." Added. Hans now understood why he could do so much.

"Why don't you just ask? I'm sure --"

"No! I don't want to be like that. At first, my grandfather gave me money every two weeks. But, after I thought about it, I want to get used to working, in order to have my own income. So, I refused to be given free money, and asked for a suitable job for me. Fortunately, grandfather didn't forbid."

"Haha! Oi! When I was your age, I was busy looking for fish in the lake to eat fish. And you, boy. Requesting work. Haha. I'm still confused by the way you think. But, I'm proud" Hans said as he stared flatly at the boy in front of him.

"Zack, let's go. I won't be late for home." He said while leaving Hans with a strange expression (in his opinion).

"Okay, I'm ready too." His mouth opens the door.

"Wait on! I'm coming with." Said Hans who ran to his room to pick up his fur jacket.

"Why does his behavior look like your sister? Don't-don't..."

"He had nothing to do with me and my brother. It was a coincidence to meet someone who behaved just like my sister. Thus, she was deeply saddened when Hans stopped being a servant. He feels lonely. Other maids, stay away from him because they think my sister is annoying and likes to get the attention of Mr. George and his late wife."

Zack told me at length while looking straight, his mind remembering the past before he became his master's personal servant.

Raka felt a little stifled. In the past, he had stayed away from Nicholas because he did not like people who were chatty and a lot of behavior.

They were silent, focused on each other's thoughts until someone approached them from behind.

"Hey, there's a taxi. When are you going to walk? We'll just go there by taxi."

That guy Hans was apparently following the two of them.

"Gentlemen, did you get into the cab?" The taxi driver waited for the three of them. Zack and Raka glanced sharply at the incoming Hans first.