The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
The Flame of Love

"Auntie! Aunty!" miabella banged on Olivia's bedroom door. But there is no answer from within. "Auntie, I'm home!" miabella exclaimed back with her adorable pronunciation. A moment later, the little girl turned to Mia. "Are black-haired aunts asleep, Mom?" his suddenly moody tan.

Immediately, Mia grabbed the petite body of her beloved daughter into a sling. "Maybe the black-haired aunt is resting, or she might not be in the room. Come on, we should clean up first, then meet the black-haired aunt again," Mia gently asked.

Miabella looked pouted. Her puffed cheeks seemed to be growing more and more bloated. "I want to tell my aunt about Chester, Millie, and Chiko" she said disappointedly. He mentioned the names of the animals he met yesterday while in Russell's log cabin.

"You can tell me later, honey. Now we get rid of this unpleasant smell first," Mia replied while sniffing Miabella's body and tickling her a little, making the long-haired little boy laugh amusedly. He immediately forgot his disappointment at not being able to meet Olivia.

Meanwhile, Arsen was already in the billiard playroom, where Adriano had been waiting for him. The handsome man from Greece, immediately gave a warm welcome to his closest friend. However, a moment later Arsen seemed to be knitting his eyebrows because he felt astonished, when he saw Adriano's wrist was still wrapped in bandages. "What's going on over there, man?" tanyakanya. For a moment, Arsen put aside the thought of Oivia.

Adriano took a slow breath. He noticed the bandage-clad wound on his wrist for a moment. "There's a lot of things going on and it's totally unexpected" he replied flatly.

"So, have you found Thomas Bolton yet?" ask Arsen curiously.

"More than that. Ricci managed to finish him off" Adriano explained.

"I'd guess if the mechanic wasn't an indiscriminate man" Arsen responded.

"Ricci wouldn't be a close friend of Matteo de Luca, if he was just a random man" Adriano reiterated, "but ... unfortunately, I still could not reveal who exactly the Jungle Eagle or the Hand of Satan was. I don't know why both names seem so mysterious. I don't know where else to go after Thomas Bolton's death" Adriano's face looked disappointed. He who was then standing next to Arsen with a part of his body leaned, now straightened and turned to face the man from Greece. Adriano placed his right hand on the waist, while his left hand was near the edge of the billiard table. "As I've said, my point of asking you to come is for a task" he said with dignity.

"What kind of task?" ask Arsen immediately."I hope you didn't ask me to investigate who the Jungle Eagle or the Hand of Satan is. You know not if I don't like something complicated" he said lightly.

Adriano laughed softly at the words of his colleague. "Look down, this has nothing to do with the two names, either" the blue-eyed man explained.

"Then?" Arsen frowned as he looked at the head of Tigre Nero next to him.

Before answering and giving an explanation to Arsen, Adriano again took a deep breath. "I'm too careless. I don't think anything dangerous will happen, but it's actually ...." Adriano shook his head while clucking softly. "My family and I are not safe if we have to stay there. That's why I'm assigning you as a representative to help monitor the project that's being worked on with Don Vargas. After all, you knew him much earlier than me. It seems like there will be no difficulty for you in terms of communication" Adriano said.

"How long do I have to be there?" ask Arsen. Olivia's shadow suddenly reappeared in her memory. The man rubbed his eyebrows with his thumb, in order to neutralize the erratic feeling that was disturbing.

"It seems a bit long, until the project is finished or maybe it's up to Don Vargas. You don't have to worry, because I'll guarantee you all the facilities and whatever your needs are there, except women. For that matter you just look for yourself," said Adriano. He knows very well who and what Arsen Moras is like.

Arsen was clumsy to hear Adriano's last sentence, though he knew it was a joke. However, for his current position, it became quite sensitive. "Well," he said, "when should I go to England?"

"Is there anything else going on there?" look for the man of the same age as Adriano.

The blue-eyed man was silent for a moment. He seemed to be thinking of something. Adriano rested part of his body on the edge of the billiard table. He folded his left hand on his chest, while his right hand was busy rubbing his chin with a beard that had not been tidied up. "Do you know anything about Juan Pablo Herrera?" suddenly tanyanya. Instead of answering, Arsen laughed crisply when he heard the question. "Why are you laughing? What's so funny?" adriano's protest didn't understand.

A moment later, the Greek man ended his laughter. "Juan Pablo's race was so alluring that everyone was very curious about him. Know it? It was your partner Ricci who asked me about it, and now you. What makes you two so curious about Juan Pablo?"

"See, Arsen. I felt that there was something strange and suspicious about the man. However, I also cannot confirm it yet" Adriano replied as he continued to think.

"I hope not out of jealousy," seduced Arsen, making Adriano immediately sniffed at him. "To my knowledge, Juan Pablo or Don Vargas are people who live in a military environment. That's why both are known for their high level of discipline and certainly firm. Don Vargas does look friendly, but the man applies rules that are .. um.. he is more terrible than the head of the dorm where I studied first" Arsen said

"You know it very well" Adriano responded.

"I heard it from an acquaintance who had worked at his place. But as far as I'm concerned, Don Vargas is a good man. I haven't heard of any crime involving his name. And Juan Pablo as well. Yes, they are a very suitable blend. They are both left-handed with the right hand" Arsen said.

"Left hand with right hand. Interesting," murmured Adriano. Not yet had the owner of the mansion to continue his words, the ringing sound of the mobile phone had sounded first. Adriano soon reached into his shirt pocket. It was a call from Bianca. Before Adriano said his greeting, Bianca had already spoken in a tone that sounded quite upset.

"You are so outrageous! I really don't like it!" grumbled the young woman.

"Hey, what's up?" Adriano protest. However, the man still looked calm. He seemed to have found out the reason for Bianca's annoyance at him.

"You decided to go back to Monaco without telling me? Oh, blimey! Don't you know how anxious I was during your disappearance yesterday? You're such a bitch and so outrageous, Adriano!"

Adriano responded only to Bianca's anger with a soft laugh. Unusually, the woman who has been a close friend for long enough to vent such irritation. Adriano, however, was so well understood that he did not take Bianca's anger seriously. "I'm sorry I had to come back so suddenly. I didn't even have time to review the project site. There is a reason I cannot mention to you, which requires me to return to Monaco immediately" Adriano said.

"I don't care about the project or anything! I'm just worried about your situation, but you don't appreciate it" Bianca said, sounding disappointed.

Adriano still looks calm. "Alright, I'm sorry, Miss Alegra. I didn't mean to disappoint you at all. I just ...." Adriano could not continue his words, because he saw Mia was already standing at the entrance of the playroom while folding both hands in the chest. The beautiful face of Miabella's mother seemed unfriendly, when she learned Adriano spoke so familiarly with Bianca. Jealousy was evident in the look in Mia's eyes that she had laid against her husband.

"Death to you" whispered Arsen half-mockingly. He laughed in satisfaction as he imagined what Adriano would face after that. Arsen chose to leave the room. Mia walked closer to her husband.