The Warm Home
Chapter 8's

The next day, Raka as usual helps her grandmother clean the house. He wiped the windows carefully and slowly. The plan, today he wants to come with his grandmother to the store. I haven't been there in a long time.

Before he had a bicycle, he was there regularly. But since he had a bicycle, he often went around alone.

"Grandma's done?" Ask Raka while getting off the chair. Lynn who was cleaning the living room chair and table, shook her head slowly.

"A little while ya." Raka nodded. He rushed to the room to change clothes.

Suddenly Lynn remembered her son who was somehow out there. His gaze changed softly.

Look at the closed room that has been uninhabited for a long time. "What are you doing outside? I'm worried, son."

Puk Puk's.

Raka patted his arm slowly. Lynn immediately regained consciousness from her daydream. "Grandmother daydreaming? What's up?"

"Ah, yes. I-i mean no. Just remembering something. You are ready yes. Wait for grandma for a minute." Lynn rushed to the kitchen to shave her hands and came out.

Clamps!

Lynn locked the door of her house and tidied up her clothes for a while. He saw that his grandson was ready with a small bag on his back. "Sorry grandma is late."

Raka, who had turned her back on her grandmother, turned her back. His eyes were sharp and his face looked annoyed.

"People who don't appreciate your feelings don't deserve to be pitied. Don't waste time, energy, and thought on futile things."

Lynn was shocked for the second time. His body stiffened instantly. His gaze and manner of speaking were like not his granddaughter. At first, Lynn thought her granddaughter was upset that waiting too long turned out not to be that.

"Yummm.... Yasudah, let's go." He said while trying to smile. Without saying anything, Raka walked quickly ahead of him.

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George's Residence

A middle-aged man is painting his favorite flowers and his late wife, orchids and purple tulips, the epitome of true love. While remembering his wonderful past with his wife.

"Done too." Say it with a smile.

Suddenly he remembered something when he saw the painting of purple tulips. "That kid... I'd love to meet him." Lirih.

"What are you doing?" A round-eyed and beautiful ruby-like boy suddenly appeared from behind him.

"Huh?! Raphael's? When did you come?" George asked who was surprised by the presence of his grandson. The boy only smiled looking at his shocked grandfather.

"I came 5 minutes ago. I saw the door to Grandpa's room open, I just went in and it turned out that grandpa was daydreaming."

George chuckled at her adorable voice.

"What is Grandpa thinking?" Ask again. George looked at the painting and rubbed it.

"none. You're, like Zack."

Um!

Suddenly the one just called immediately replied. "Yes, sir. Can I help you?" Zack said smiling kindly.

"Steep my painting equipment. For the painting, leave it here." Zack looked down respectfully.

"Well, you wait for grandpa at the flower garden, yeah. Grandpa wants to change clothes first." George said as he pinched his cheek. The boy nodded quickly and walked out of the room.

Clamps!

George's bedroom door was locked by his loyal servant. George exhaled his coarse breath then sat down on the sofa.

"Sounds there's something serious you're thinking about." George closed his eyes, his head slightly dizzy. His mind has been stressed lately.

George held his head, his body suddenly limp, and his eyes watered. Zack already knew something was wrong with his master, instantly helping him stand up and smashing him towards the bed.

"I will tell the young master --"

"Don't! I promised I'd keep him company and now I've made him wait." Zack shook his head, he did not like his master who always forced himself..

"Young master will understand and will not be disappointed. Please, rest for now." George nodded, his body very weak. Zack finally came out after tidying up his painting equipment.

Shortly after, a boy barged into his room and hugged him.

"Grandfather is sick. Just rest, yaa. I'm fine, really. What matters is that Grandpa isn't sick anymore." George smiled haru. Zack's right, his grandson will understand his condition.

"Here we go. Now grandfather is sitting leaning back, let me feed grandfather-" he said as he stirred the bowl of porridge he was holding.

"Haha. Your grandfather can still eat by himself. Sorry for worrying you."

They both eat together. George ate the warm porridge while Raphael ate the croissant that had been provided by the maid.

Evening came, it was time for Raphael to return home. "Grandfather don't get sick anymore. If the body hurts, just rest." Raphael hugged his grandfather before returning home.

George nodded. "You're also resting."

After his grandson came out, Zack locked the door to the room and walked up to his master who was lying limp.

"Surely, what are you thinking? Don't think too much about the dream. I'm sure one day it will --"

"Zack, get me a picture of my dad." His order. Zack immediately picked it up behind a tall closet. The photo is not dusty because it is often cleaned. Then he gave it to his master. And don't forget, a picture of a handsome little boy.

"Thank you, oh yeah! I almost forgot about it." George said when he saw the picture. He immediately compared the picture of his father and the picture of the little boy.

"Indeed, he looks like this, right? It doesn't look like a boy in general whose face is adorable." George was astonished to see the little boy's face, his expression flat.

"The eyes are purple, yes. Unique! Just this time it was me-" George suddenly kept silent as he remembered something while watching his purple eyes.

"Zack, are you thinking the same thing? " Task George at Zack who smiles at him. "Sure, sir."

"That means, this is the second time he--- huh! Inexhaustible. Tega once sacrificed her son to enjoy the luxury!" George was furious when he learned a fact.

"Wait, sir. The first case is different." Zack said suddenly. George squinted his eyes, asking for an explanation from his servant.

"The first child to be thrown out for carrying a curse from birth. Curse of purple hair and red eyes."

George heard it. "There is still a yes, who still believes in such rumors."

"There's one more thing, sir. Please read the below." Zack said as he thrust out a piece of paper. As George read it, his eyes widened. Bummer.

"Napoleon?!! Whahuh? It's a coincidence or.... Huh! Messed up. How dare he deal with Napoleon." Suddenly his head felt heavy, he staggered a little. Luckily next to him was Zack.

"Better for you to rest. Let your confidants take care of this." George took his breath. He really didn't want to believe what he just knew. But, that's the fact.

"Napoleon! You killed my family. I will never forget your crimes!!" George said as he clenched his hand, recalling his dark past.

It is very clear how one by one his family died, fought with his wife to maintain the company of his late father, and left the place where he was born and raised because of a slander about his parents.

George shed his tears that he had been holding. He stared at his servant sharply.

"I want the latest report on Napoleon. For the boy, send some people to monitor his life!" Zack nodded obediently.

After that, he helped his master change clothes and then quit. George lay staring at the ceiling. His eyes glared sharply as if he wanted to finish off someone.

"Keep joy over my suffering. All together you keep the carcass, one day it will smell too."