The Warm Home
Season 3 Chapter 3

"Go you! The child does not know himself! Curse bearer! As long as you're here, bad things happen. My life is shit because of a human like you!"

"Get out of my sight! Your hair makes my eyes hurt."

THE PLAQUE! "Cut your head down! We are so sick of seeing those horrible eyes.!!"

"Hey, who's the kid?? Too bad... All day wandering around. Body skinny. Let's not say he hasn't eaten in a long time."

"Eitherway! I don't want to deal with him. Anyways.... Who would want to live with a Cursed Man like him."

"Oh yeah! Be careful when you talk to him. Don't look into those horrible eyes."

"ah! Don't let him come near me. Let's just go home."

Those words were still dancing in his mind. That's what makes him a coward and a crybaby.

Like, after saying that. He ran to his room and locked the door and cried.

"Hik hik! Why am I so weak. Easy crying and cowardice. If only I were strong, Raka wouldn't have fallen ill. Why do people close to me always-"

Dugh! Dugh!

"Buck! Open the door."

"Hey, Carl! You can't be rude to a child. Poor him."

"I wasn't rude, just told him to open the door.".

"That's not how. Move over!"

Casey was about to knock on the door..

Chequek!

"ah! Pardon me. I fell asleep." Raphael opened it first. His head lowered and his hands squeezed his clothes.

"Don't lie.... I heard you crying." Said Carl while getting rid of his long hair that was blocking his face. His eyes look red and swollen.

"Bless your head, Raphael!" The resolutely heavy voice shocked everyone including Raphael. Their eyes were fixed on a middle-aged man behind them.

"Twad... What did you say?" Whisper Carl on his twin. Casey only gawked at the piercing glare of her father. The middle-aged man directly walked up to the trembling boy.

"Lift your head when you talk! And look into his eyes!" Say it again while holding his face so as not to look down again.

Raphael was trembling, now this was crying. He wanted to run away but his body was stiff.

"Hik! Hiccups"

"Dad ja-" Casey was arrested by her mother when she wanted to take the frightened boy. Finally, she went with her mother to the kitchen. While Carl who was very curious about the boy remained standing in his place.

"Raphael, I've been watching your strange girly since the first time you lived here. Always looking down and taking your eyes off. What was?? Oho! Not because your eyes are red?!"

The boy nodded.

"What happened to the red eyes?! No one is disturbed." This time Carl spoke.

"That's... Hmmm... "

"Curse?"

The boy nodded again.

"Look! This hair and these eyes. It's grace! Not curses! Don't listen to those useless people! The hair and eyes you have are precious and beautiful." The middle-aged man said as he touched his hair and eyes in turn.

I don't know why... Raphael felt that the person before him bore little resemblance to his grandfather, George. And his style of speech is the same as George and Raka.

"Is this man part of Vincenzo?"

His mind was everywhere, he was unfocused.

"Oh yeah! a few days later, the city will hold hawker festivals from various countries. Boy, you better come with us." Said Carl suddenly who got the pinch from his mother.

"Ouch! Mom, I'm just melting the mood." His complaint.

"Think there's just a thing that's going on." Casey Sahut.

"Raphael, come with me for a second." Said the man while slowly pulling his hand.

Then, his eyes caught something he had seen. It's a thick old book. Similar to the book that Raka had read in a room in her grandfather's mansion.

"Absolutely.... What is this book about??" He murmured as he approached the book.

"The history of the family of the first and second generation Vicenzo. It is not so complete just a part of the story. My cousin has the full version." Her speech.

Raphael was silent for a moment, then his eyes widened.

"What's? Cousins.... Just sec... Don't-don't..... You are...."

The middle-aged man nodded slowly. .

"OK! Time to tell everything. I am Zevan Alberto Vicenzo. George's cousin's sister."

Bruk!

Raphael was shocked to the point of falling on the floor.

"It's worth it. It looks similar." Mumbled..

The man named Zevan smiled faintly.

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"So you're going home now?" Zack asked who led Hans to the front door.

"Yes, my job is done here. I am so grateful to my partner for giving me his job. So, I can see him again." Answer it while laughing.

"It's worth it that you come.... At first I was panicking because I got a sharp look from Mr. George. Huh! Turns out he's your co-worker." Ketus Nicholas who feels bullied by Hans.

"And I want to surprise you."

"Let's not make a fuss. You just go home there." Zack said as he pushed his best friend.

"Zack! You're getting mean to me." Said.

"Oh! That's a reply to a nosy person in a crucial time." Nicholas ran inside.

"Don't come here often, do you understand what I mean?" Zack whispered. Hans immediately put on a serious face and nodded. After that, he said goodbye to his friend.

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"What does the young master want to eat?" Asked Nicholas who was currently accompanying his master reading. Raka called out to him but, not telling him anything. He simply told Nicholas to sit down after that, focusing on his book again.

Raka did not answer. He even wrote... Nicholas took his breath. He knew very well that if the boy wrote, he would forget everything. Including forgetting themselves. In the past, he often delayed eating because of writing. He will not stop writing until he feels sore neck. Only then will it stop.

Servant surrendered. He finally came out of the room to bring food for her. This time, he would slightly force the 'little master' to eat. As he remembered, the boy had not eaten again.

"Well! The food in the kitchen is over.... Oho! How about I make chicken mixed corn soup.... Looks good.try it first ah!"

Since becoming Raka's personal servant, he was often told to cook until finally he could make a variety of good food. His heart is happy when the results of his cooking are spent by his master who likes to eat. Rabbet.

No need to wait a long time, just 30 minutes. The food was so. Because Raka did not want to porridge, so he made corn soup mixed with chicken pieces. It looks delicious and smells very tempting.

"I hope it feels satisfying." He muttered while delivering the soup. While climbing the stairs to his master's room, he felt that someone was following him, Anne who was carrying a medium-sized box.

"Oh, Anne. What box is that?" Ask Nicholas.

"Gift to young master." Anne replied as she walked beside him. He is known to be quiet and rarely gets along. But, it is very good and often helps other servants who are in trouble while working. She was the most intelligent and agile female servant among them.

Nicholas looked at him strangely because only this time he gave someone a gift. And it was to Raka in fact, it could be counted fingers when they met. Suddenly there was a male servant running past them towards the stairs.

Nicholas and Anne looked at each other as if asking who was the one who just passed by and what happened??

Nicholas immediately remembered the little master. In a hurry, he walked towards his room and when he opened the door, he found Raka sitting on her bed drawing something.

Raka who was aware of his presence immediately asked while continuing to focus on drawing.

"So... Has anyone come here?"

Raka answered with a headband. Anne who had just entered, her eyes immediately swept out in all directions.she scrunched her forehead then returned to acting as usual.

"Hi, Anne." Raka. The maid came to him and gave the gift box to him.

"Honored Master." Briefcase Anne