THE LIFE OF A MAN
EXTRA PARTS

Thousands of days have passed since the tragedy that killed many people in Ravenna, and the lives of one family formed on the basis of circumstances, run quite harmoniously and peacefully.

That one family, that's my family.

Adoptive family.

Anthony Rery Adjieran Smith's

That'sme.

Who was nicknamed the Handsome Boy as a child, even until now the name often greeted me.

And it's not wrong, because I'm handsome.

Even the baby.

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Now it's been more than 16 years since the tragedy that killed so many significant people in my life, especially the most significant ones are my biological parents.

And I lived very well after my main foster father, the one I called Papa Son-exterminated the killers of both my parents and foster uncles along with others loyal to my biological father who happened to be in my house on the day of the massacre-that--that-isincluding Papa Putra and several of my foster fathers, not leaving even a single assassin ally to enjoy the world longer.

The least reply my foster fathers gave to the traitors who indirectly caused my biological parents to be killed, was to rot in prison.

And I am satisfied with it.

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I live well now.

Not just living well. But I live with treasure.

But more than that, I live with a lot of attention and affection from my adoptive parents.

Then the conditions like the one I had when my biological parents were alive, as if repeated again.

Where a large number of people, there are around me and my family.

Those who live under our family's great name are called faithful.

From my foster fathers, who have confidants on their right and left - all of whom I call Uncle.

It used to be only three.

Uncle Danny, Arthur, Devoss.

But then it adds up over time and circumstances, with my own adoptive fathers judging whether the uncles who are now their right and left hands in those various affairs-worthy or not are in their present position.

Well, the judgment of my foster fathers is beyond doubt - because they are so alert, sensitive and conscientious and able to read people's nature very well. Know very well, which is sincere and which is not.

Even with cold hands, in taking care of our family business from the start of my rights as a sole heir to a family whose name is famous in England, he said, that is my father's family - where Papa Putra and the other Dad, have made it all back to mine in various ways that until now I did not tire of hearing the story.

Amazing and great.

Making Papa the Son and my adopted Dad my idol.

Papa Putra, Daddy Dami, Daddy Garret and Padre Addison.

And it's not just my foster fathers that I idolize.

But two women who are my foster mothers.

Mama Girl and Madre Bruna.

And all of them, are my most precious treasures.

Yes, I have a foster grandfather too.

Ramone. Godfather and adoptive father Papa Putra.

Opa, as soon as I called him.

But he came home when I was 10.

And now I'm 20 years old.

I have learned and been taught many things by my beloved adoptive parents.

It has begun to carry some responsibilities in some ways, but has not really been taken off by them - other than that I have not been ready to replace Papa Putra as the leader in the family today.

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Speaking of family, I now have a few foster siblings whom I have considered to be my own siblings and all of them who consider me their older brother.

Two sets of adoptive parents have children from their marriage, Padre and Madre have two twins. Daddy and his wife have one son. Daddy Garret is also married to his adoptive brother Papa Putra who is his adopted son Opa Ramone.

But Daddy Garret and his wife had no children in their marriage.

Same with Papa Putra and Mama Gadis.

Mama Gadis was once colonized by her mother and half-sister, until her uterus had a problem.

We have tried all forms of treatment. Even Mama Gadis got pregnant again after her first child and Papa Putra miscarried because of the actions of the two evil women.

But the condition of the uterus is too weak, until the second pregnancy even had three times pregnant - no one prospective child and Papa Putra can survive until birth to the world. But harmony remained between the couple of my adoptive parents who did not have the child.

Daddy Garret, who used to be called Casanova - like Daddy Dami, then quit his perverted activities that often adventurous with the changing women he always dribbled up in bed. Eleven twelve with Daddy Dami. And just like Daddy Garret, Daddy Dami has repented when he fell in love with his wife.

Papa Putra is not a Casanova.

But it is said, if Papa Putra is the most creepy nature, if he already feels disturbed.

Even so, though he said cruel-but Papa Putra is loyal to one woman who can make him fall in love with the woman I immediately liked from the moment I met her, he said, because that woman is as gentle as my real mother.

Mama Girl, who from the time I met her and got close to her, I didn't want to be away from her.

Because I felt the whereabouts of my missing birth mother when I was with Mama Girl. Until finally my closeness and familiarity with the Mama Girl, made Papa Putra so close to him as well.

Then my favorite foster father fell in love with Mama Girl, and then married her.

And in those days, Papa Putra did prove that he was very loyal to Mama Girl.

Huh! Let alone cheating, even if there is a woman who has the courage to tease him, Papa Putra will already act first.

Because Papa Putra really loves Mama Gadis, even though one of my adoptive mothers will never be able to make Papa Putra have a biological child from their marriage.

I've made him very happy enough.

So said Papa Putra, when I tried to comfort her, and thought she was sad because of the fact that Mama Gadis would never be able to give birth.

Because the son of Padre-Madre, then Daddy Damian and his wife-as was I, was the son of Papa Putra and Mama Gadis too.

So Papa Putra is not sad because Mama Girl who will never be able to give him offspring. The children of my other adoptive parents were already very pleasing to him.

But of course, I'm their favorite. Hehe

And Papa Son and Mama Girl, are my favorite foster parents.

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Papa Putra is my role model.

He was great in many things for me.

And I want to be like him.

That's why I learned so hard and hard to be like Papa Putra.

Because then, I will be the leader in the family to replace him.

I can't do it yet, because I don't feel worthy.

But my foster fathers have decided that way.

And on that basis, they introduced me to a world that I had always known, but was still a child at that time, did not understand the meaning of ‘The Under’ World or 'Black World'.

It was only when I was 17, on that day that I knew - that my family - my adoptive fathers, had another side.

The so-called side,

Mafia.

‘Otherworld’ dark and full of intrigue, as well as conspiracy. And it has a lot of other things in it, besides intrigue and conspiracy.

Which can not be released, because it has been struggling in that world for a long time.

Then, create a bond that can not just be removed with the world.

Where the hauling fathers have been in it for a long time.

Including my real father turned out.

He who looks unpretentious is also part of those who are called the Mafia.

No wonder, if I used to have a lot of personal guards and uncles around Daddy Rery.

It was all because of Daddy Rery's business he had built since moving from England over a family conflict that ended up killing himself and my real mother.

Which if according to the stories of my adoptive fathers, actually there was never any intention of Daddy Rery to be part of a world called ‘Black’ World or 'Bottom World' or whatever he called it.

What is clear is the Mafia World, which is synonymous with illegal business.

And well, cruelty belongs in that world.

But the circumstances at that time that made him forced to enter into one ‘World’ with his loyal people, who until now my adoptive fathers say - can not be abandoned.

The greedy, cunning and petty people will always be around us - as my adoptive fathers say.

My family's abundant hereditary wealth, as if to be a magnet for those people to plunder it by justifying all means.

Then the greedy, cunning and petty humans are a lot of conspiring with people who are members of the mafia group.

So money alone is not enough to protect myself, even with my money I can hire a lot of bodyguards.

It needs additional strength so that the protection is stronger.

Where other powers that- would be obtained in a world called ‘World Mafia’.

A unique world, I think.

Where in the world, the people in it will be labeled as criminals.

But if you see my foster fathers in touch with the people in the world, not infrequently from those who look like family and then protect each other.

And those who are often called criminals, even have a brilliant brain in thinking about strategies for survival in the ‘Upper’-world on the surface.

An anomaly in itself, because there are so many people in the world on the surface, it can survive and become strong because of the help of people who are in ‘World Under’.

A dark world, familiar with weapons and blood.

Mafia World.

And at the moment, I'm in it.

Me, me,

Anthony Rery Kingsley Smith's.

My previous name was Anthonius Rery Smith, because my late father had given up the name ‘Kingsley’ when he moved to Ravenna.

Then it turned into Anthony Rery Kingsley Smith, when I was confirmed as the sole heir to the Kingsley-deceased family my biological grandfather.

But now I've changed my name again.

Name ‘Kingsley’ I deleted, I replaced it with ‘Adjieran’.

Papa Putra's middle name, my new surname.

Anthony Rery Adjieran Smith's.

That's my name now.

And I am proud to have the name ‘Adjieran’ behind my name while also putting the last name of Daddy Rery's family, in his honor.

Adjieran Smith's.

I will try my hardest, make that name famous in ‘World Atas’ or ‘World Bawah’.

Form one strong family, even stronger than my family now.

Which will not waver, even if the sky collapses and the world is pitch black.

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