The Warm Home
Season 3 Chapter 11

"I don't accept being treated like this! Husband, we have to do something to teach him a lesson. That s**lan boy will get bigger because he's defended by your father." Said Nancy who was still excited to get angry.

Richard just sat quietly on the sofa staring blankly. His gaze was extremely sharp, like wanting to eliminate someone. His hands are clenched strong. Just this time, he was belittled by a speechless little boy.

As for Neil, he already had other plans to avenge Raka's actions that had humiliated him.

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In the room, Raka and Raphael were busy chatting while tidying up his belongings. Immediately Raphael remembered the gift box from Carl. He opened it and then screamed softly. He immediately showed the contents to Raka.

"It... necklace! Whoa! Is beautiful.... Back then, I only saw it from books but now, I see it in person." Raka lirih.

"Why did Carl give me this precious necklace? This... White gold, right? It must be expensive.."

"But.... This necklace is not a gold necklace, but aluminum. Just look at this little chain. This necklace is made of aluminum which is painted by a professional until it looks similar to white gold."..

"You mean.... Carl's been tricked?" Asked the confused Raphael.

"Surely, Carl didn't say anything about this necklace?" Raphael shook his head.

"He gave this away by throwing. Carl throws the box as I walk towards the gates of City M."

Raka also told her brother to keep the necklace. Afterwards, he continued to help his brother tidy up his belongings from City M. Raphael did not forget to buy his sister souvenirs from the city.

"When I saw this ribbon, I remembered your long hair. Lookie! It's red like your hair. And this, a quill pen. I know you like it and can use it."

Raka accepts all of her brother's gifts who knows exactly what he likes. A feather pen, back when he lived with his grandmother, he wrote using a quill pen instead of a modern pen.

While holding the hair ribbon, Raka immediately remembered her brother's messy hair.

"Oh yeah! Time to get your hair straight! No need to worry, the results will be satisfactory!"

Convincingly.

"Well! Your hair is getting longer. Why don't you ask Casey to cut it?"

Raka's words just made her aghast.

"So you know them all? I thought you only knew Zevan's father."

"Zevan's father? Ahahaha! Oi! He deserves to be called 'Grandfather' - he's almost 50."

"Oh! I don't know. He told me to call him Dad. Oh yea! You actually, you know where Zevan's father and family are from?" Raphael was really curious. There are so many question marks about this family.

Raka smiled thinly.

"From a flower shop owner's girl. In the past, he often talked together. We talk about everything we know. He told me about his family and once showed me a picture of his family and gave it to me."

He began to tell stories while tidying up the long purple hair.

Flashbacks

The girl named Elsa, she is the owner of a very best-selling flower shop in the city of S. She was a girl who used to talk to me and sometimes asked about things she didn't know. I remember very much that he asked me to accompany him to make a bouquet of white and blue tulips. I accompanied him until it was over. It didn't feel like the afternoon was coming.

At that time, I was sitting on the living room sofa, looking around until my eyes were fixed on a picture frame of medium size. Full family photo. They look happy. Without hesitation, Elsa showed it to me. I noticed the photo, there was a very small inscription that read Vincenzo. Elsa says that she misses her family in the city of M. At the time, I knew nothing about the city.

Elsa tells him that she lives apart from her family because of her pity for her nanny who lives alone and she has no family. She loved her nanny who had been taking care of her since infancy, like her own mother.

He once said that I was a bit like his father's distant brother. Back then, I thought of it as mere talk. And it turns out, inside the frame there are other photos that fold. I took it secretly. Oho! At that time, Elsa was taking a snack for me. So, he doesn't know.

Elsa also came with a tray containing a bowl of pudding and warm milk. I also enjoyed the snacks he provided. But, not with him staring intently at my face. I feel like I'm being targeted. Smile, that's what I do. I spent the snack immediately to get home quickly.

When she was 5, Elsa invited me to her house to celebrate the success of her flower shop business. Her nanny's mother took my grandmother somewhere so that, just the two of us were at home.

He serves two bowls of ice cream and we eat together. He said that he would write some letters to his family and send a large bouquet of flowers to his sister. I was amazed by how easy it was to tell her about her family to strangers like me.

Did he consider me a friend? No. gabe. Or....believe that I will not tell others? Not particularly. I couldn't enjoy the ice cream delicacy I was eating. My mind drifted everywhere. Suspicion arose in my heart.

Without further ado, I said it straight away.

"What do you want from me? I know, you're always watching me, especially my face. Actually, who are you? Your moves are like people spying. I know, you're not a sociable person. Silent and closed, that's your nature. You purposely approached me for a specific purpose."

Elsa's body froze, her mouth tightly shut and her face looked extremely shocked. She squeezed her skirt and kept quiet.

"You deliberately put a picture frame in the living room, right? A photo that no one else should know. Behind the photo, there is another photo folded. Family photos and their names are clearly photos that should not be placed just anywhere. Secret photos, just put in the living room. What's it for?"

His body shook, his face began to pale. Elsa did not expect that in front of her was not a child in general. I noticed his unusual behavior.

Finally he admitted that all this time he had been watching me because I was similar to someone from his family. Especially the color of my hair that is reddish brown. The color of this hair is very similar to that of the person. He and his family are convinced that I am one of the Vicenzo. So, Zevan told his son Elsa to approach me and gather information about my life.

After telling her everything, she told me again. About family. And from him I found out who his family lives in M City. And from him I know information about the city.

End

"so yeah... Don't let them know when you're poisoned." Guess Raphael

"Fuckin' thick! But, Zevan didn't know that you were going to visit his house. I just told Casey and her twin because, back then, Zevan was busy and not at home."

"Ohya! What's Hans' relationship with Grandpa Zevan?" Ask who is still curious.

"Hans is... Her husband Elsa." Raphael paused for a moment as he scrunched his forehead.

"Haha! Pardon me! not expecting it, the chatty man became the husband of a quiet girl. Hans and Nicholas have something in common: they can't be quiet and chatty. Sometimes I feel sorry for Zack who has to hear their noisy babbling."

Raphael who was spoken to, was more silent because his gaze was fixed on the two bandaged hands of Raka. I wondered if Nicholas was taking care of it or not. What made his hand on the bandage, why his body was so thin, how grandfather treated him, that was still a question mark on his head.

"It's neat. You don't want to be too short, do you? See results. Is it in accordance with the wishes?"

Raphael realized from his daydream, he also noticed his changed appearance. His face looks fresher. Her hair is very neat.

"Raka, when you first saw my hair, what was going through your mind?"

Raka felt strange about the question.

"What yeah???? I just feel surprised. 'There's such beautiful hair. I was envious to see your hair as beautiful as the Wisteria Flower."

"You know the Wisteria Flower? Ever seen her?"

Raka shut up, thinking for a moment.

"It looks beautiful but it's actually poisonous." Raphael said with a bitter smile. The purple eye boy was silent. Body sculpting. He instantly closed his mouth while watching Raphael's slightly moody expression.

"I didn't mean to. Really am! I really don't..... I used to read a book I borrowed from the library about flowers. And I saw a picture of a Wisteria flower there. Color purple.... Like the... Your hair. But, really! I didn't know the flowers were poisonous. I'm sorry."

Raphael shook his head slowly and then grabbed onto his shoulder

"No need to apologize. When I first saw the Wisteria flower, I did too. I looked at my hair and it was the same color." His words while standing left his sister who noticed his slightly changed face

After that, he walked towards the bathroom to clean up his former haircut. Raka felt guilty for having offended her.