The Warm Home
Season 2 Chapter 25

2 Days later....

"Good morning. Whoa! The sun is shining so bright today. But.... Snow still falls at night! Now young master change his clothes. Ah yes! Today we have grilled chicken. It's been a long time, hasn't tasted roasted chicken??? Ahaha! So you have to wake up, don't sleep. Today wear pajamas again so you can sleep comfortably. Whoa! There's new pajamas. Just yesterday Mr. Raphael bought it. You must like it."

Yes,,, after Raka was declared in a coma, the people who visited her always took the 'sleeping' boy to talk. They were convinced, Raka could hear their voice even though there was no response.

Nicholas, as his loyal servant never stopped inviting him to talk despite knowing, the boy could not respond. Raphael also invited him to speak at certain times. He did not leave the room unless there was a need.

There was no boredom in his heart being in a 24-hour room without toys. He filled his time with reading, writing, and drawing. He also likes to read and write but not this often. Not only that, his face did not look as cheerful as usual.

His expression was flat, often silent and looked serious. Nicholas who always looked at him every day, to think that the figure of Raka into his body.

As of right now, he was reading a book while holding a pencil in his right hand. No matter who came, he kept his focus staring at the book. Unless a nurse comes along, he immediately turns his attention.

"Sir, time for breakfast." Nicholas said as he offered a tray with a glass of warm milk and two loaves of peanut butter. The long-haired boy had not eaten anything since waking up. He simply tidied up his bed, changed his clothes and drank a glass of mineral water.

"Thank you for reminding me. I'll eat in 10 minutes." Keep her mouth focused. This time he was writing. It is even harder to stop writing. He will be angry if someone bothers him while writing.

"I'll forget what I read earlier." So said.

Nicholas gives up, he returns to his job of tidying up his master's room, a guest room transformed into a VIP inpatient room.

"Nich. Please give this to grandfather. Just tell him that my brother's job is done."

Nicholas received some of the paper he gave. He scrunched his forehead because he did not know the meaning of the writings.

"Duty spanish." He said with a faint smile. Nicholas nodded slowly and walked out of the room, not forgetting to close the door

"Raka, you should wake up immediately to reveal all the facts you are craving." He said while looking at his sister. His hand continued to chop the bread and ate it while squeezing the bread.

Flashback in mid-November 1986.

At 23:00 the Mansion was deserted. No waiters are working. Already from 21:00 they returned to their respective rooms to rest. George also slept in his room.

But.... Not all of the residents of the mansion slept. There are two active boys who are still at home literate. They walked very slowly to a place. A passageway that leads them to a secret place that no one can enter. Except the owner of the mansion.

"Raka, don't go there anymore. If you get caught by grandfather, you will be scolded. They can be punished too. Let's go back to the room. He said he'd help me tidy up the doll." Said Raphael who was trying to distract his sister.

Raka is very stubborn. He did not heed his brother's words. He was still curious about the secluded room.

"Here you go, just go back to the room. I dare to be here alone. Anyway, I'm going in!" Convincingly. They were at the door of the room. Raka took something from her pocket. His hands were immediately busy fiddling with that keyhole and before long....

The door opened. Raka held the door open to avoid it. He also entered followed by his brother who tried to calm himself.

Uhuk!!!

Raphael suddenly coughed due to the thick dust in the room. Raka turned on her flashlight and went around casually. Raphael did not dare to move. He looked to his left and watched if anyone came.

"Hhh?!! What book is this?" Raka found a thick old book. The book is open. He shone a light towards the book and blew a little to see the contents.

"Melvin Anastacius Vincenzo.... Oho! And this is his son?"

Instead of being sleepy, the boy continued to read in order to resolve his curiosity. So cool, he forgot his brother.

"Drink this or your beloved sister who drinks it and dies slowly." Said a man holding a folding knife around Raphael's neck while giving a small bottle of dark liquid. The man also grabbed his long hair tightly until he grimaced in pain.

Raphael held back his cries, his body trembling in fear. He wanted to scream but, worried about his sister being the victim. His hands stretched out to pick up the bottle containing the mysterious liquid.

Just holding it, from behind someone grabbed the bottle. It turned out that person was Raka and a shocking thing happened. Raka drank it out and then his body suddenly limp.

He sat on the floor holding his body that was about to fall on his stomach. Raphael hugged her in fear. The guilt arises. He was afraid, afraid that the one his sister was drinking was poison.

"Hiks! Why did you do it?? Sorry--"

Raka patted her brother's shoulder and shook her head slowly.

"Don't cry. Just lend me your back. I can't walk." Said limp. Raphael nodded then carried his sister on his back. His guilt is growing. Feeling very weak and useless.

The things he was afraid of and worried about happened. Raka gets sick every night. Yeah, just at night. Her body was feverish, her sweat was pouring down. The AC in the room was not good for him. His body continued to let out cold hot sweat.

Raphael faithfully accompanied and cared for her. Although sleepy, he tried to stay awake.

"So I'm not sleeping. It's two o'clock in the morning. Later --"

"It's been... It's been.... You take it easy, if you can't stand the sleepiness I'll sleep." He said while trying to smile when his heart was crying.

No one knows, not even George. They both managed to keep it tight.

Until finally.... Exactly on January 2, 1987...