The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Distances

Time showed at six in the morning, while Mia could not close her eyes at all. Last night he waited for Adriano to enter the kama, to just hold him tightly like the nights they used to spend together. However, the beautiful man did not appear there.

Restless, Mia intends to find the whereabouts of the husband. Before that, he headed for Miabella's room first. For a moment, Mia was surprised when she saw the door to the princess' room slightly open. In a hurry, Mia entered the room and found Adriano rubbing the top of Miabella's head that had just awakened. “Adriano? I waited for you all night. Where have you been?” his tan made the handsome man startled and turned around.

“Mia?” it is clear that the glare of grief that Adriano showed. However, he still insisted on smiling. “I still have work. It's not finished yet. I took the time to look at Miabella for a while,” her later. Adriano was suddenly nervous as Mia walked over. The woman always looks beautiful, even without makeup polish though. “I'm sorry,” said the man, as Mia was about to wrap her hands around her athletic body.

“Until later, Principessa,” Adriano waved for a moment then left the mother and child just like that.

“Wait, Adriano!” prevent Mia. She overtook her husband's steps, then stood in the way of the doorway. “Tell me what happened! Why are you acting so weird? Have I made a mistake? If yes, then immediately tell me so that I can understand and fix it!” press Mia without pause. His breath until he gasps.

Adriano was stunned for a moment. His sad face became more and more clear. However, he still did not intend to say anything. Regret and guilt again attacked his heart. It made him feel unworthy to touch his wife. “Perdonami (pardon me), Mia. Let me be alone for a while. Please tell you,” she ventured to hold Mia's leek fingers, then kissed the soft back of her hand.

“At least explain something to me,” pinta Mia with a wailing highlight. Adriano did not answer at all. He just smiled and left Mia and Miabella who were still looking at him with a look of astonishment, while paying attention to the attitude of her parents.

“Daddy Zio is sick, Mom?” miabella asked innocently when Adriano was no longer there.

“It seems so, dear,” replied Mia. The tone sounds bad. Inwardly, he threw out all the bad thoughts in his head, and tried to keep thinking positively of Adriano. “Maybe we have to make Daddy Zio something for him to come back cheerful,” sparks an idea in Mia's head. The woman raised her index finger and touched the tip of Miabella's tiny nose.

“I love it, Mom!” Miabella raised both her hands vigorously, making Mia laugh at Miabella's behavior. The princess' cuteness, a little can treat her heartbreak.

After bathing and tidying Miabella, Mia then took her only daughter to the kitchen. There, he made breakfast for Miabella. The little girl enthusiastically put in a spoonful for the sake of a spoonful of cooking made by the mother. Meanwhile, Mia is engrossed in making the cake that she will give to Adriano. Some servants also helped her, so that Mia's work could be completed faster.

Approximately one hour, the time spent by the mother and child in the kitchen, until the cake made has been completed one hundred percent. “Come, we give it to Daddy Zio,” take Mia to his daughter.

“Can I taste it first, Mom?” miabella's eyes are round. The toddler looks like a doll.

“Of course, Honey. Later we will eat it together with your Daddy,” Mia pinch Miabella's cheek with anxiety, then take her. They both walked down the hall. While Miabella continues to sing merrily while occasionally skipping small.

Actually, Adriano's mansion provides an elevator. However, Mia prefers to walk to the bottom floor of the magnificent building, where her husband's workspace is located. Arriving there, Mia placed her thumb on the auto lock for scanning. However, his access was denied. The woman frowned in astonishment. He tried again, but still failed. “What is possible if the tool is broken,” thought Mia. Undeterred, he was about to try sticking his fingerprints again, when someone's greeting made the mother of one child turn her head.

“Is there anything I can help you with, Mistress?” the only man who could be was Pierre.

“Ah, yes. I can't open the lock. Does the device not work?" answer Mia. While Miabella moves back and hides behind the slender body of the mother.

“That's because Mr. Adriano has changed his access, Madam,” explains Pierre with a doubt.

“Switch?” Mia shook her head inexplicably, making Pierre go awry because of it

“Maybe Mr. D'Angelo will replace it with a new auto lock,”.

“Mistress, sir did not mean to ...”

“Then, it's okay. I see,” Mia cut Adriano's adjutant sentence just like that while smiling bitterly. He tried to hide his disappointment by being friendly and ordinary.

“Give Mr. D'Angelo time, Mistress. That's all I can suggest to you,” said Pierre carefully.

“What does that mean, Mom?” miabella. Her voice was heard from behind Mia's body.

“That means, Daddy Zio is busy, dear. You want to taste this cake, ‘kan? We can eat it in the side garden,” entertain Mia.

“Do we not wait for Daddy Zio alone?” the little girl asked somewhat disappointed.

Mia took a deep breath, then shook her head slowly. “Besok mornings we will make a new one for Daddy Zio, yes,” refer to it again. Inevitably, Miabella nodded her head even though it was clearly implied a disappointed hue on her cute face. He also complied when the mother held her tiny hand towards the garden.

Everything that was done by the mother and child was not separated from the attention of Pierre. The man continued to stare fixedly at them until the figure of the two was no longer visible. A moment later, he opened the lock automatically using his fingerprint. Pierre fully understands why Adriano erased Mia's access. He did all of that solely to avoid his wife, whether until when and for how long.

“Did you hear our conversation outside earlier, Mister?” pierre asked after he managed to open the door and enter the study. His eyes were straight watching Adriano who was standing and resting his shoulders on the giant bookshelf on the side of the wall. The man stared at the pus towards the empty plastic bottle that was within his grasp.

“You look very messed up,” Pierre said because Adriano did not respond to his question at all.

It's true, Adriano looked messed up at the time. Hair that used to be neatly combed, now looks disheveled. The white shirt buttons are also installed carelessly. Adriano then put the plastic bottle into the shelf, then fold the sleeves up to the elbow. With a shunt, he walked towards the work desk and sat down in his great chair. “I'm still not ready to meet with Mia,” Adriano said slowly.

“It turns out your weak side is on your wife,” Pierre chuckles, then takes a seat in front of Adriano. They are both separated by a luxurious work table made of special quality mahogany wood. “What will you do next? Will you continue to investigate the murder of Matteo de Luca?” tanyakanya.

“Of course," replied Adriano immediately. "I have to finish everything and avenge Mia, because that's all I can do to pay for my guilt, even though it feels so lacking,” Adriano looked down and took a deep breath.

“We know that it is not your responsibility,” Pierre assured.

“Of course it's all my responsibility. I was the first to enter their lives. I introduced Matteo to Sergei,” this time Adriano turned her face back on the glass shelf, where she had just kept a memory bottle from Mia.

“Everything is based on initial intentions, sir. Didn't you say that you've abandoned any intention to take revenge against Matteo de Luca?”

Adriano shook his head, then laughed in response to Pierre's question. He was silent for a moment. A moment later, the blue-eyed man again said, “I feel unworthy to be next to Mia. Because I was the one who indirectly took away his happiness.” Adriano regretted.

“What you say is not entirely true, Sir. In the past, maybe the happiness of the mistress was in Matteo de Luca. However, now it is exactly the opposite, you are someone who is the reason for him to smile cheerfully” stressed Pierre.