“Andreo Fanta!”
“Mr. Andreo!”
Ciri Garzón and Cidro Borja shouted at the same time.
Cidro Borja kicked Estevan Fanta away and the leather shoe crushed Estevan Fanta’s hand so hard on the sole of his foot that the bone made a dry sound.
Estevan Fanta’s neck was thick and red as he let out a pig squeal, “AHHHH!!!”.
Ciri Garzón asked nervously: “Andreo Fanta, how are you?
Instead, the man took her clumsy little hands and pulled her against his chest, chin against the top of his head and said, “I’m fine.”
Andreo Fanta held the person tightly in his arms, his heart hanging in his throat, so that he could go down.
On the way to the bar, when she learned that she was being chased by Estevan Fanta, her mind was a jumble and she was completely unable to think straight.
Ciri Garzón is like her weakest rib, and a simple provocation can bring her world crashing down.
Andreo Fanta exhaled deeply, his tense nerves completely relieved in this earthy embrace.
I didn’t even feel the pain of the pinpricks in my back, just having this intact Ciri Garzon around was incredibly satisfying and reassuring.
“Andreo Fanta, you can’t do this, you have to go to the hospital, Andreo Fanta?”
Ciri Garzón tried to break away from him, but the man’s embrace, like a brick wall, was so strong that she couldn’t break free, her face so tight in his arms that she couldn’t even breathe.
Subdued on the ground, Estevan Fanta was still fighting for his life when Cidro Borja frowned and scolded him, “Behave yourself!”.
Cidro Borja looked at Andreo Fanta again and asked, “Mr. Andreo, what to do with this guy?”.
“Send him to the police station.”
When Estevan Fanta heard about the police station, he lost his temper and begged for mercy: “Brother, please don’t send me to the police! They’ll send me to rehab for sure! They’ll send me to rehab! Brother, please! I won’t dare touch Ciri Garzon again! Please don’t send me to the police!”
Andreo Fanta’s dark eyes were cold and somber, his voice thin and cold without a trace of warmth, “You deserved to die the moment you thought of touching Ciri. I’m sending you to the police station because you’re from the Fanta family, so I’m sparing your life.”
Cidro Borja picked up Estevan Fanta, who was on the ground like mud: “Go away, I’ll beat you if you don’t leave!
After Cidro Borja escorted Estevan Fanta out of the booth, silence returned to the room.
Sitting on the dirt floor with Ciri Garzón in his arms, Andreo Fanta enjoyed the moment of peace and quiet as the lights outside seemed to cut off automatically.
Ciri Garzón seemed to sense his discomfort and stopped calling his name and pushing him away, to remain in his arms, wetting her eyes without warning.
“What took you so long to get here?”
With a scream and a whimper in a jar.
Andreo Fanta lowered his head and kissed her cold ear, his voice husky and deep as he apologized, “Sorry I’m late, there won’t be another occasion.”
Ciri Garzón’s eyes filled with tears when she heard his sincere and tender apology.
She did not cry when she was flirted with by Estevan Fanta, and she negotiated with him calmly and easily.
He did not cry when he fought with Estevan Fanta, he bit him hard on the back of the hand like a bad wolf dog.
But now his nose ached from being treated so gently by Andreo Fanta.
I don’t know if it was aggravation, or if he started freaking out after remembering all this, or if it wasn’t about that at all, but he was just sad that he wasn’t with such a good Andreo Fanta.
Tears, wetting the fabric of Andreo Fanta’s shirt on his chest.
Andreo Fanta closed his eyes and sighed: “Ciri, please don’t cry. There won’t be a next time. No one can intimidate you.”
-including himself.
For a long moment, Ciri Garzón choked and asked, “If that thing Estevan Fanta had in his hand a moment ago had been a gun, would you have held it for me anyway?”
“Will.
Then, without thinking, he spits out a word with determination.
Ciri Garzón’s heart shudders, “Please stop being so nice to me, I won’t be able to help it…”
I can’t help it, I want to accept it, I can’t help it, I want to be with him no matter what.
“I’m so afraid that Tavio will blame me, I’m so afraid that mom and dad won’t love me…”
Even though her parents had swept her off her feet long ago, she was still waiting for their forgiveness.
Andreo Fanta lowered his face and his thin lips rested on her temple: “If you decide to turn your back on me for everyone, I will, Ciri Garzón, I never minded you raising the white flag because I have long been willing to fight alone. As long as … keep watching me, that’s all that matters”.
-You will keep it, always and forever.
Ciri Garzón’s hands clutched at the collar of her coat, her knuckles pale.
Andreo Fanta was good, Ciri Garzón was bad.
Ciri Garzón wants much more than Andreo Fanta, she wants the affection that Andreo Fanta cannot give her.
…
On the way to the hospital, Andreo Fanta was already experiencing double vision and hallucinations before his eyes.
Estevan Fanta usually injects a somewhat higher dose, and Andreo Fanta was injected with ice for the first time. Poisoning, with many adverse reactions.
Ciri Garzón stretched out her hand and waved in front of him: “Andreo Fanta, are you holding on?
Naturally, he lingered, but just, a little, excited, excited about wanting her.
Ciri Garzón’s little face, approaching him …
Andreo Fanta could not stand it any longer: “Ciri, don’t come so close to me”.
Ciri Garzón doesn’t understand and frowns: “You were hugging me and now it bothers you.
Andreo Fanta was a bit animated and couldn’t resist explaining, “I’m excited and I love you now, so if you feel like it, come on over.”
Ciri Garzón froze for a second, reacted and immediately sat far back.
This is the car!
I didn’t want anything unspeakable to happen with him here.
And, Cidro Borja was driving in front!
Ciri Garzón blushes at the thought of this cape.
…
Upon arrival at the hospital, Andreo Fanta was examined by the doctor.
Ciri Garzón asked worriedly, “Doctor, how is he? Could he be addicted to…. Addict?”
“Not so much if it’s your first time, you’ll be fine once the medicine wears off with no adverse effects, if you’re not sure, come back in a few days for a check-up.”
Oh… that’s good.
Andreo Fanta gets dizzy and pinches his forehead with his long fingers.
Ciri Garzón helped him leave the doctor’s office.
Cidro Borja anxiously asked, “How is Mr. Andreo?”.
Ciri Garzón blurted out the phrase: “Go away, it won’t kill you”.
Cidro Borja: …
How Miss Ciri talks.
Upon leaving the hospital, Cidro Borja went to the garage upstairs to drive, and Ciri Garzón helped Andreo Fanta and asked, “Are you still dizzy?”
Andreo Fanta emitted a faint “hmm” and let Ciri Garzón hold him while he struggled.
If he could, he would like to stay so dizzy and not remember.
Andreo Fanta is of standard build and not fat, but the man is tall and naturally not underweight, putting pressure on Ciri Garzon’s shoulders and making them a bit sore and numb.
From time to time he would look at the garage exit: “Why is Cidro Borja taking so long to come?
Andreo Fanta pressed herself against his shoulder, her dark eyes were clear but burning, full of love.
…
When they returned to Villa La familia Vasconcellos, Ciri Garzón helped Andreo Fanta up the stairs and into the bedroom.
After helping him to bed, Ciri Garzón told him: “You rest, I will sleep in the guest room tonight”.
Andreo Fanta called her: “Ciri”.
“What for?”
“Can I have a goodnight kiss?”
Ciri Garzón: …
Andreo Fanta is very sick, isn’t he, that’s why he’s so sick…. spilling his guts…
Ciri Garzón hesitates for a few seconds.
Andreo Fanta turned around and his long arms came up and grabbed his pant legs, “Ciri, I’m dizzy.”
“…”
Ciri Garzón is tempted to ask: Won’t you faint if I kiss you goodnight?
But … Ciri Garzón finally softened and leaned in to drop a quick kiss on his lips.
The kiss, very light and airy, was sweet.
Andreo Fanta was lying on the bed, looking at her with a crooked head and clear eyes. Ciri Garzón’s face was hot from the look and she put on a calm face and said, “That one … aren’t you dizzy? Go to sleep, I’m sleepy too! Good night.”
With those words, Ciri Garzón ran out of the room.
Andreo Fanta contented himself, his long fingers caressing his lips for a long, long time in retrospect.