Raka entered his seemingly uninhabited house.
There's no one in his house, no masons.
Raka stepped into his father's workroom.
He saw the father, who seemed to have fallen asleep with his hands as a pillow, his father's work reports all over the place
"Raka?"
Just about to step out of his father's workroom, himself called upon
"You're home?"
"Eumm"
"Can I talk to you for a second?"
Raka turned to look at his father, eyebrows raised one sign of his confusion, unusual that he spoke to him
"Dad's company is broke, aunt lisa's messing with the company's finances, and she's bringing all the company money"
Raka is silent, I don't know why he doesn't want to argue with his father
Raka breathed his breath, his hands raised on his father's shoulders slowly
"I'm sorry, I can't help you with anything"
Raka got up from his chair and walked out of his father's office, then closed the door.
***
"No intention of getting up?"