Baby Sugar (Paranoia)

stage 1

"Aren't you living pretty fancy in cisily?"

"I need to be safe. Not fancy" for a moment Anthony took a deep breath - deep. "You've been wrong to come to me"

"There is no fault of a wife approaching her husband"

Anthony's milk eyes glanced sharply at the window. Without caring about Renata, Anthony immediately rushed towards the window. Sweeping for a moment On the dark expanse of the atmosphere Out there. Deftly his burly fingers began to lock every window and the door was actually locked.

"Isn't it locked?"

Anthony sat back on the couch.

"It's none of your business" he exclaimed with "you don't even carry insulin? Huhhhh.. You should be more worried about yourself. You're too young to die"

Renata only fell silent watching Anthony who seemed restless for no reason. His row of teeth slowly gritted and began to bite the side of his fingertips and scrape off the lining of his nails.

"So it's all true?" Renata sighed softly. His eyes closed The meeting held back the fact that his expectations were wrong.

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Anthonio's...

My name is Antonio, I'm just a kid from an orphanage. Without knowing my origins. And I never cared. All I know and care about is that I'm part of a Nottingham orphan family of 30 children and four adults. That was my family at the time. Till....

"You are no longer a child" Miss Beatrix explained why she called me in her room that day.

"It's time for you to live life in a community environment" The pair of shady and affectionate eyes seemed dim. There is sadness that has been inflicted on me.

"But... I don't want to go, you're my family. I'm going to find work and I'm going to serve at the orphanage" Anthony tried to deny the situation that would soon be reunited with the Nottingham family.

Miss Beatrix shook her head slowly. "You're still part of us, but there are some things that are out of our control" but the clear Iran no longer fit in the middle-aged woman's eye bag. Until he had to wipe it in a hurry - gesa.

"But I don't want to..."

"Anthony... Destiny is the best. We will always accept your arrival when you miss. But we can't get in the way of your destiny" miss Beatrix raised her face high - high preventing the clear flow of her other eyes.

The breathing sounds harsh from both. The wrinkled hand of miss Beatrix immediately clasped tightly onto Anthony's closet fingers that had to surrender to the fate that awaited him in the hall room.

"Well, well, after all they're your family's still the sun in their hearts just like you did to your family here"

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Miss Beatrix took Anthony in her best dress of the day. A motherly friendly smile was presented to Bring Anthony who was still reluctant to accept the family who would pick him up.

"Miss.... I don't know them. How's it?"

Miss Beatrix kneeled to match her face with Anthony's face that began to sink in.

"However he is your uncle, they will definitely treat the best. Is not blood more thick than the mind?"

Anthony nodded quickly. He did not want to believe that false saying. Hasn't her family been exposed to her in an orphanage for a dozen years? How could the blood be thicker.

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A couple smiling at the end of the hall with their hands clasped tightly together.

The fragrant aroma of expensive parfumes had been smelling since a few meters from where they stood. Makes Anthony a little difficult to imagine the life that clearly seems lame that he will live.

"Look... She was very similar" the beautiful woman sighed as she rubbed the left side of her cheek with the back of her Hand wrapped in velvet gloves.

The handsome man beside him immediately nodded steadily and immediately crouched down spread his hands welcoming Anthony who slowly approached along with Miss's steps. Beatrix.

"Miss.." -...." Anthony stopped his pair of legs. His face raised doubt towards the woman who had been considered yes more than just a mother.

"Everything is fine" Miss Beatrix said softly with a smile and tears of discord. Between Sad and Happy.

Anthony looked back at the grown man who was still implying a happy face before him with his arms still stretched out.

Doubtful, Happy, Sad and curious and hopeful. That face that was almost similar to her was undeniable for the family line between them. But that wide smile doubted him a little for the man's sincerity. And surely whose hope will be among them when they are together.

Once again Anthony looked at the face of miss Beatrix and for many times also miss Beatrix assured that all was well.

Anthony had no choice but to immerse himself in the arms of the couple and shed his tears for his separation from his family at Nottingham Orphan.

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A deep blue porshe is parked in the courtyard of a classic Italian style mansion with a fragrant wine aroma.

"Welcome to your house" The woman he was going to call the mother held back her cold hand.

The young Anthony merely clenched his pair of frozen lips. There's no other choice. This is his new life, being part of a family that seems to abound.

The ranks of men with fresh stature a approached them. Deftly they all helped the couple enter the house with all the goods.

And aloud the women and the women in uniform In the house floated them very proffesional.

"A glass of ristreto" said the man who resembled him to one of the servants

"I just want a good red wine" Timpal the woman with a thick Spanish accent.

"How about you little prince" a young lady in black uniform approached him.

"Can chocolate be hot?" Anthony hopes to get his favorite drink.

"It certainly can..." The woman's brown hair passed immediately after gently rubbing Anthony's head.

"Finally being your brother's heir is no longer a dream" The beautiful woman who a moment ago seemed to motherhood instantly changed a little curiously.

"It's very clever sense to hide this little heir over there" another man replied in a somewhat relieved tone. "Doesn't destiny have to be like this?" the couple looked at Anthony who was still confused by the new situation before him.

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