The Warm Home
Season 3 Chapter 4

Italia

In a five-star hotel in a private room there are two men who are having a serious discussion accompanied by their respective bodyguards.

"Cooperation huh? You know, Vincenzo and Napoleon won't be able to unite. We're gonna keep competing."

"I know. But... I'm not part of them anymore. My father was very loving. He was too proud of his first child. Moreover, the Mr. Perfectionist is very arrogant and feels the most know everything."

Said a slightly drunk man.

"Haha! No wonder I hate him so much. I'd love to flatten the sturdy building of his beloved company." Said the other man while drinking.

"So, this cooperation is not between Napoleon and Vincenzo. But me, Gerald and Steven Napoleon." Then, he opened his suitcase which contained a pile of money. The other man named Steven immediately nodded in agreement and they shook hands.

"okay! So, we agreed. From now on, we work together. I hope you won't let me down." The man named Gerald smiled faintly. After that, they walked out of the room with their own satisfaction.

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Night Days...

Raka opened the gift box that Anne had given her earlier. He waited for the night because this was his secret. Even his grandfather didn't know it.

"What'sthis? A notebook? Wasn't it! This is a special book for journal writing. Especially yeah.... Hm???! This is right, suit stelan for work. Looks big. Why did the Master give this to me?"

While watching the suit, suddenly an envelope fell from the suit. Envelope with a seal stamp that looks luxurious. Raka did not open it right away. He noticed the details of the seal stamp that looked unique. The seal was the symbol of a sunflower and a beautiful butterfly.

Raka smiled thinly. Carefully, he removed the seal and kept it. After that, he issued the letter. Suddenly, his nose smelled something. The fragrance that turned out from the letter paper.

He was silent for a moment, thinking hard. The letter is still folded neatly, he has not opened in the slightest because it is still focused on the aroma of fragrant honey.

"Lavender??? No. no! What yeah??? Uh! I don't really understand flowers. Eh? It really is a floral scent, isn't it?? If only my sister hadn't told me to leave... Huh!"

Finally he decided to open the folded letter and then read it immediately.

To the Young Master whom I respect. I hope that when you read this letter you are in good shape. Even though we have never met in person, I feel great to get to know you through various means.

I would like to thank you for the relationship we have built, even though it was only through letters and the people I sent.

Sometimes, I feel like we have become good friends even before meeting physically. This is certainly encouraging, and I hope that one day we have the opportunity to meet in person.

How are you doing there? I'd like to hear more about your life, your interests, or whatever else you want to tell me. I also have an interesting story that I want to share.

Although we are in different places, distance is not always an obstacle. We can still make meaningful friendships and support each other, even if only through messages.

Until the moment we finally meet, I hope we can continue to develop this relationship and enjoy every moment we share together. Thanks again for the special friendship.

Warm Greetings from 'Honored Master'

"Is this his handwriting?? Really neatly arranged. Hm... From his words.... He was like a real person and seemed to know a lot about me but, he hid it.

Honoured Lords... Hope you don't disappoint me. I also hope that we will meet and talk in person as good friends."

After reading it, he kept the letter neatly, then placed it in his personal box. Stelan coat is still great, he keeps neatly in his wardrobe. 20 minutes passed, finally he felt tired and lay on his brother's mattress.

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A few days later...

Raka walked down the stairs to her kitchen which she had not visited for a long time.

"You're not fully recovered. Better not make anything." Said Nicholas who followed him from behind. The boy just remained silent. He was determined to make something today. He wanted to make a cake for his grandfather and his adoptive parents.

Yeah, Raka remembers everything. He's really healthy. Only his legs were still a bit limp. He also often took the time to chat casually with Edward and Grace. They are grateful to have Raka despite still worrying about Raphael's whereabouts as yet unknown.

"Call some maids to help me!" Said Raka while taking out the ingredients she needed. Nicholas pasrah ... He can only obey his master's orders.

Raka opened the kitchen window and the sun illuminated the kitchen. His eyes swept out in all directions then, he discovered something strange. The knife storage cabinet opened slightly. He opened it and, yes, someone took his knife.

The golden knife is gone. In fact, it was one of his favorite knives because of a gift from his grandfather. Surprisingly...... Instead of getting upset, he smiled. "Maybe he's short of money."

Raka left it and immediately opened another closet containing tools to clean the kitchen. He took a glass cleaning liquid and a soft white cloth.

"Lucky Nich always cleans my kitchen so, the dust is not so much." Lirih.

The long-awaited ones finally came. Nicholas and three maids came to help him make the cake. No need to wait long, they immediately did as directed by the boy. Incorporate ingredients to make a delicious cake batter.

He wanted to make Edward's favorite tiramisu cake and Grace's favorite chocolate jam biscuit. When his hands were busy stirring the dough, suddenly his legs felt stiff. Her calf cramped again. Raka asks for a chair then after her cramp is gone, she sits down.

The boy seemed to be adjusting his breathing. Nicholas walked up to her and gave her a glass of mineral water that was rather cold.

"You want to take a 5-minute break?" Raka shakes. He wanted to make sure the cake was perfect. After finishing his drink, he continued making cakes. Until I don't feel it, it's time for a nap to come. His eyes were a little sleepy but, he endured it by eating the sandwich that Nicholas had made.

Be a tiramisu cake and a mouth-watering chocolate biscuit. Raka put the biscuit in a small jar. He shared some of the maids who had helped him. While the tiramisu cake, he put it in the refrigerator.

"Nich, this is for you and your brother." Nicholas was delighted when his little master handed him two small jars of biscuits that had just been made. After that, he left Raka without saying anything.

The maids who were still in the kitchen looked at each other in astonishment at Nicholas' behavior.

"No need to put on a face like that. I'm used to his behavior." His words relaxed as he looked at the expressions of the maids.

"ah! Hahaha yes." They cleaned the kitchen again until it was finished. After that, they say goodbye to Raka with a feeling of pleasure.

"It must be good."

"Yes! From the smell alone, it's been discovered."

"I regret never liking him. It turns out, our young master is very different."

"Yes. I can't wait to taste this cake."

Without them noticing, someone was moving his teeth, holding back the upset.

"Damn! Because I got battered like this! Just watch! I reply even more cruelly!!"