The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Newlywed Couple's

Half-running, Arsen followed Olivia's quick steps towards her room. As the young woman was about to close the door, Arsen's hand moved quickly to grip the edge of the door leaf. “Colah, Olive,” her request in a clear tone. “You are my wife now. Like it or not, but that is the fact,” a small grin appeared on the handsome face of the Greek man.

“I accepted it just because I had to,” elak Olivia. A frightened and uncomfortable look, still clearly visible on her beautiful face.

“Whatever your reasons, the priest must have authorized our marriage. Please cooperate, because there are many things I sacrificed in order to release my sudden bachelor,” Arsen replied. He pushed open the door held by Olivia and charged in.

"It's all because of your own actions, sir," Olivia insisted as she moved back when Arsen had made it into her room.

Arsen took a deep breath, then clucked in disbelief at his present life. “Sound Olive. I know and have realized the fatal mistake, but everything has happened. I don't have to complain about losing my freedom. So, please give me a chance just once. I will prove to you that I am serious and truly sorry and will try to be a good husband to you. I don't want to play around with that thing called marriage. That's why, I until a few hours ago never thought about it. However, look what is happening right now. Suddenly my status had changed,” was firm and in Arsen's tone, making Olivia's chest rustle softly.

One side of Olivia's heart beats slowly and lulled will be sweet Arsen said. The young woman took a slow breath. He secretly cursed himself who was easily crushed by the words of the adventurer of love. “Alright," replied Olivia slowly. "Now, go back to your room, sir. I'll pack up soon,” said Olivia at last, though she still hid the face of the man who has now become her husband.

Undoubtedly, how relieved Arsen felt when he heard that answer. “Thank you, Olive,” he came forward and intended to kiss the forehead of the woman he just married. However, Olivia chose to retreat while turning her back to Arsen.

“No, no! Please don't come near me. I'm not ready,” let Olivia wander with her breath that sounds irregular.

“Alright, I can understand it,” looks a disappointed look from Arsen's eyes. There's nothing else he's done, other than getting out of Olivia's room. Meanwhile, the young lady was just stunned and froze for a moment. A moment later, he regained his senses and started packing his things. After that, Olivia then lay her body on the mattress, until without feeling the morning came. The atmosphere of the mansion was again busy with the hustle and bustle of servants with their respective activities. Likewise with Miabella who at that time seemed enthusiastic to hold Olivia up to the front yard of the mansion. There, waiting for a car that will deliver Arsen and Olivia to the airport in the city of Nice, France with a travel time of about twenty minutes.

Meanwhile, several maids are seen stuffing Arsen and Olivia's belongings into the trunk. From a distance, Arsen walked gallantly with Adriano while discussing what tasks he had to carry out during his time in England.

“Don't hesitate to contact me if you get any kind of obstacle,” Adriano said as he patted Arsen on the back.

“Of course. Just this time I represented an entrepreneur on a big project. I hope the profit given to me is just as great,” replies Arsen, which sounds like a subtle innuendo.

“Do not worry. You know I've never been stingy about it,” Adriano replied. The blue-eyed man's smile grew, as the tail of his eyes looked at the walking Miabella while skipping around near Olivia.

“Thank God," said Arsen. "Right now I need more money than ever,” said the man again, who soon fell silent after realizing his mistake in speaking. However, it was still too late, as Adriano had already looked suspiciously at him.

“For what?” look at the blue-eyed man.

But Arsen did not answer immediately. He laughed softly as he quickly left Adriano. The Greek man rushed up to Olivia and took her into the car he was about to drive himself.

“Principessa,” greet Adriano. She gently pulled the tiny body of Miabella, as the car that was in front of her, started to speed slowly.

“See you soon, Zia,” exclaims Miabella with her slurred voice. He is now in Adriano's arms. “Actually I want to come along, Daddy Zio,” said Miabella again spoiled, as Adriano led her into the mansion.

“Later we follow up together with your mother too, yes,” Adriano kissed the cheek of the puffer Miabella many times.

“Omong-by the way, where is your mother?” adriano asked as he spread his eyes.

“Mother is making a special cake for you, Daddy Zio,” Miabella replied as she wrapped her tiny hand around Adriano's neck. He looked at his father, then kissed the man's cheek gently. Adriano smiled broadly, when he received such treatment from his beloved little girl.

“Gosh! Where have you been?” adriano, who was surprised, Valerie's article was rarely in the mansion.

“As usual, I travel around Europe. You know what I found during my trip?” valerie said with a passionate tone.

“What?” Adriano raised one of his eyebrows, while Miabella hid her face around his neck.

“ Satan's Hand Movement has penetrated into Russia,” Valerie grinned widely, as if proud of the news that had just been delivered by him.

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Meanwhile, on the same morning in Italy, Coco started her activities around the plantation. Together with Emiliano, he calculated the yield of the grapes carried by the transport trucks to the factory.

After England, Coco left for Casa de Luca. There were many responsibilities that he had to carry in that place, especially when he heard the news that Damiano was in a bad condition. The old man was exhausted from over-exorcising his strength in the plantation. Finally, inevitably Coco had to intervene in the care of the plantation.

“Your phone reads, Son," said Emiliano when he heard a ringtone that clearly did not belong to him.

Coco, who was taking her calculations seriously, switched to a flat object in her pants pocket. He immediately answered the phone call, when he saw Marco's name on the phone screen.

“What's up?” ask Coco without further ado.

“We must meet. The day after tomorrow, detective Ranieri returns from England and will head straight for Casa de Luca. Before that, I will come first,” replied Marco from across there.

“What's really why? Your tone sounds very serious,” said Coco with the tail of her eyes that occasionally glanced at Emiliano.

“We will talk about the events that happened to Adriano during in the UK and also ..” Marco hung up his sentence.

“And what too?” ask Coco impatiently.

“And also about the Hand of Satan. The detective said that he started to find a bright spot,” Marco continued later.

“Hm,” is all that Coco said before hanging up. He didn't want to talk any more, considering that there was Emiliano nearby. Coco still can not be sure what kind of character the man who is the father of Adriano's birth. However, even so he has not been able to judge the bad good of a man who seems to be the same age as Damiano. He can't decide whether Emiliano can be trusted or not.

“Signore, I'll leave you a minute. I'll see Damiano,”.

Emiliano nodded. The middle-aged man invited him. "Let me continue with your work."

After hearing the answer from Emiliano, Coco immediately passed from there. There was an incoming call from Francesca.