The Warm Home
Chapter 6's

1985 Year

In a large flower garden, a boy was busy picking tulips with various colors. "Grandmother would love if the kitchen is decorated with these flowers. Hhmmm" his inner self while smiling at the result of his passage.

Suddenly, his shoulder was restrained by someone as he was about to stand up.

"Hey, kid! How dare you pluck without permission! Don't you know this is Mrs Hoffman's favorite flower?"

It turned out to be a middle-aged man who served as a park ranger there.

The boy was shocked and apologized immediately.

"ah! Ii'm sorry. I really don't know. I think this park is a public park because-" the boy was really scared.

"Leave him alone"

A beautiful and beautiful woman approached them. Walking gracefully and in his hands there is a bouquet of various kinds of flowers.

He saw the boy sitting while tightly grasping the flowers he had picked.

"What's your name?" Asked the woman while sitting next to him. His voice sounded smooth, his gaze was soothing.

"My name is Raka." The boy replied calmly.

"Well! A unique name. I just heard it. Meaning what?"

The boy seemed to think for a while then shook his head slowly. "I don't know. My grandmother gave me that name"

The beautiful woman looked at him in wonder and smiled back. "Do you like flowers?" Ask again.

Raka glanced at the flowers she picked.

"I don't like it very much. I will give these flowers to my grandmother. Grandma loves tulips." The answer

"Then, give this as well. Look there's roses, tulips, and other flowers." The beautiful woman gave her a bouquet of flowers that she had brought with her.

"really? It's very pretty." Sluggishly. The woman chuckled. He was worried to see the handsome boy's expression.

"Yes, just take it. I still have a lot."

Grep's!

Raka immediately hugged the bouquet and smiled broadly. His eyes sparkled, he had wanted the bouquet so badly since he first saw it.

"I'm very grateful. Hhmmm Madam..."

"Grace. My name is Grace."

The boy looked down immediately, a sign that he was very grateful.

"Bye, Mrs Grace. I won't forget your kindness" he said a little screamed. Then he waved his hand and left the place with a happy heart.

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D'sweets' cake shop

"Thank you, I hope you like." Said a middle-aged woman who was serving a buyer.

"Oh, that's for sure! Your cake always tastes right. My family always likes it and never gets bored." Said the buyer.

The woman just smiled. Then the buyer left. "Finally... Finished as well" he said as he massaged his waist.

"Mrs Lynn, you better get some rest. Mother has helped us a lot. Let me and the others keep this shop." Said a male employee who was cleaning the floor.

"Thank you. You also rest and do not forget to eat. Close the shop at 6." Lynn said as she prepared to go out.

Yes, Lynn now has a cake shop that is not too far from her home. It used to be a storybook store but, wanting to move out of town, the owner rented the place out. Lynn, who found out, rented the store and made it into a cake shop she named D'sweets. (Sorry I'm confused to find a name)

When it opened, many people stormed the store. Lynn's cake never disappoints. It feels good and addictive.

Early on, Lynn was overwhelmed by serving shoppers even though her granddaughter helped out too. Lynn doesn't want her granddaughter to run out of time for herself and not be able to enjoy her childhood. He needs one or two people to help him but, the money is not enough to pay.

Finally, he was desperate to open a job and already 4 people who worked in his cake shop. Because every day there are always buyers, so Lynn can pay them. The employees are very happy to work with him. Lynn never gets angry at her employees and is always friendly. If they make a mistake, Lynn just admonishes nicely. And if he had to overtime, he immediately jumped to help.

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"Finally at home. Hmmmm..... Grandma's home or not, huh?"

The boy opened the door of his house while carrying the bunch of flowers. His eyes swept in all directions looking for his grandmother.

"Looks like grandma hasn't come home yet." Mumbled. "Good then." He ran towards the kitchen. Open the closet, look for something.

"Meet! This is what I need. Luckily my grandmother still kept it." It turned out to be a flower vase that Lynn used to want to sell but, not so because Raka liked the shape.

The vase was a little dusty because it had been a long time. He washed it and filled it with water. The vase is filled with the flowers that Raka picked up earlier. Then put it in the living room.

"okay! Everything's sorted. Now I have to shower. Anyway today's surprise has to go well." He said as he continued to smile imagining his grandmother's happy expression.

After taking a bath, he sat in the living room filling his hungry stomach with a piece of bread and a glass of his favorite chocolate milk.

An hour has passed......

Tok Tok!

A knock blew his daydream. Grandma has gone home. "Grandma, I've been waiting for lhoo a long time." The boy greeted his grandmother and hugged her tightly. Lynn smiled as she rubbed her head.

"Sorry, yeah. There were many buyers who came and many also ordered jam. So, grandma wrote the order list first."

Upon entering, Lynn sees tulips in a vase she once wanted to sell. "You picking flowers again?" Ask

"Yes, grandma. Good is my quote?" His grandson was excited. "Good, really. Grandma was just worried you were scolded again."

A few days ago, Raka came home with a sad face and her body was dirty. He told Lynn that he picked a pink rose in front of people's houses. The owner of the house realized someone had taken the flowers. The boy was immediately scolded.

On his way home, he stumbled over a stone and the flower he picked shattered instantly. Lynn didn't want that painful thing to happen to her again.

"How do you get this many flowers? Can she?" Raka also recounted the incident last afternoon but, did not tell about the bouquet of flowers.

Lynn smiled in relief hearing that. "Yes, thank you... The flower. I love it so much." Raka was satisfied to see it. After that, Lynn moved into the room. But before reaching the room, Raka intercepted him.

"Hm? What's up?" Ask wonder. Raka shook her head quickly. "grandmother should not enter first. Anyway, can't!"

"But, grandma wants to get a change of clothes. Grandma's gonna take a shower"

"Let me get it. I understand that."

Eventually Lynn complies with her grandson's wishes despite her Inner wonder. After bathing and changing clothes, he saw his grandson standing in front of the room smiling.

"Now Grandma can come in." Lynn opened the door and saw something on the table near her bed.

A beautiful bouquet of flowers. Beside him was a letter. Lynn opened it and read the letter.

"Surprise to my dear grandmother. Even if I can't afford it yet, I hope Grandma likes it. Thank you for taking care of me and giving me love. Oh yea! Don't forget to eat the cake."

His eyes were glazed over, Lynn turned her body to say something but, it turned out that there was another surprise. Raka thrust out a small box of white color. Slowly, Lynn opened it and it was her favorite tiramisu cake.

Lynn cried and hugged him. She is so grateful to have a granddaughter who loves her so much.

"Grandma likes her surprises?" Lynn nodded. "Of course, grandma likes everything you give her. Thanks yeah. Grandma won't forget this moment."

Raka smiled with satisfaction, all her plans went smoothly.

Day

"Raka, tomorrow granny will-Jeez! It's past 10 o'clock. Keep the books first. Remember not to be broken." Lynn, who initially wanted to tell her granddaughter that tomorrow she would come home late and check whether she was asleep or not, was shocked to see a pile of books on the bed.

While the boy looked calm and focused with the book in front of him.

"Don't panic, I'll sleep too." Her speech. His gaze was not distracted at all.

"Huhahh. You can read a lot of books but don't forget the time. Later if you lack rest, your head hurts again."

Raka has a habit of reading books before and after sleep, since she can read by herself.

"Tomorrow again, yeah." Lynn said as she picked up the book that her grandson was holding slowly.

Raka just pouted and resigned. "Yes, good night." A few minutes later, he fell asleep.

Lynn rubbed her thick hair gently. "Zoe, your son is grown. Don't you want to meet him and hug him? Where are you now?" His inner.

Lynn remembers how Zoe gave her a baby and left her.