Baby Sugar (Paranoia)

Reunite

Rattling rain drenched the little corner streets of Rome. A pair of long legs wrapped in velvet pants and a cowhide boot ran as hard as he could, though he seemed tired. The roar of the sound of some other shoes also resounded even louder.

Suddenly a burly hand pulled his arm. And smother his mouth when he was about to scream.

"it...!!" his body crashed onto the burly figure that was now wrapped around him.

"Anthony..!!"

"god...."

We were holding our breath until the people disappeared

" Aren't you in Cisily?"

"It's none of your business, but how did you get here?"

"I want to catch up with you" Renata's voice was barely heard.

Anthony seemed unhappy with Renata's statement.

"My life isn't easy for you to live" he exclaimed, "Who is that? "

"So, they're trying to kidnap me"

Anthony peeked at the quieter streets. "It looks like they're really going.... You can come back"

"But..didn't we meet?"

Anthony ignored and kept passing.

"But I'm your wife!!! " Renata this time shouted.

Anthony, who was planning to leave, began to consider his decision.

"Stupid girl!!" harden it when the distance between them starts to thin "Your scream could get them back here"

" I don't care, I'd rather die in their Hands than be a widow at this age"

The roar of the shoes began to faintly begin to approach.

"****!!" Anthony immediately clasped Renata's arm and pulled the girl to run with him on the narrow yet dry Street.

"Don't ever yell you're my wife again" Anthony whispered as the atmosphere began. "They don't seem to find our direction"

"But we are indeed married" Renata tried to remind Anthony of the status of the two who have not been Honored.

"You still think marriage is serious?" anthony was complaining.

"Of course!! I take it very seriously. I even shared my wealth with you"

Anthony rubbed his face violently. "You're young, find a guy who matches you after we get divorced"

"I don't want to...!" Renata put on her jutek face for a moment." After everything that happened, you divorced me just like that?"

"Common.... You're beautiful and young, it's not hard to find something better than me"

" Look... How sad I am, after I sustained you for so long to overthrow your ex-wife... Now you're just trying to throw me away"

Anthony pointed his head towards the wall On Renata's left side.

"OK!!! If you don't like it, I'll be a bum in Rome... I would shout that I was the wife of Anthony boldovino" Renata stared boldly at the four-headed man "We see what the outcome will be like, I have no choice if you don't help me. They've brought my bag and my suitcase"

One.... Two... Three... Renata counted in his mind. Hoping that the warm, burly fingers would welcome him among the cold air of Rome. But... It seems like Anthony always had no place for him.

"Only Tonight..." That heavy voice finally filled his hearing room. "I'll get your stuff back" continued the owner of the voice when Renata had not yet turned around.

But Renata is still stunned happy for the hope that arises from Anthony. His body froze until he could not speak his cheers.

"Come on.." the word re-emerged after the swift footsteps that had just come to a halt by his side.

"Sheels...!! I'm tired" Whine Renata spoiled, like their days were long ago.

******

Every day he worries about the little things he doesn't need. Always work late. And taste hard on Tolerance.

I've known him as a committed person and also a perfectionist. And I try to understand it as an advantage that I have to appreciate.

Until one day I realized when I entered his study that began to get a little dusty, after his departure a week ago.

A green-covered notebook I found in a pile of work documents. I laughed at him, because how could my husband's macho man write such a sweet diary.

I thought I'd be surprised by. Things - very personal things. Maybe a childhood story or a sweet romance that has passed but....

Paranoid....

I squinted my eyes at that word.

Isn't that one of the names of mental illness? Is my husband mentally troubled?

I suffer from Paronia...

As the full sentence. Suffered...??? That's a real disease.. And...

I'm perusing the date and the year on this last sheet. I laughed again, but this time I was not happy. Because it happened ten years ago.

And I know very well, my husband never went to psychology let alone a psychiatrist. So then... All of these qualities are not advantages but disadvantages. And the torment is not temporary but forever threatened.

Because it's... I can't possibly divorce her. It's a matter of prestige that I can't pull anymore, I was very adamant about marrying her at that time. Although our marriage is based on Business benefits.

But my love is selfless.. Just why there should be such a condition.

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Antonio Boldovano is 47 years old. She was adopted by the Boldovano family when she was 14.

His real family is not from the poor, But for some reason what makes him stranded in an orphanage since the age of six.

"His father was a well-known doctor in his hometown"

Sale, Manchester was written as Antonio's birthplace and it's not a poor area. Houses - big and neat houses become a special attraction for the City In one corner of Manchester, England.

"Have both of your parents died? I mean your real family. Frankly, I would love to visit Manchester City to send us to Europe.

" Can...! "Antonio always answered briefly and passed away from me, when I began to discuss it.

Perhaps... There's something he doesn't like. But I was not curious at all until I finally found this line.

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