The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
The Tears of Regret

“Hey, how could your mother hate a girl this beautiful. He just needs a little time. Look over there. Your mother was in that car. She misses you so much." Adriano points to the car, where Mia is still speechless and seeks to cultivate the courage she has lost. From behind the windshield of the vehicle, Mia saw Miabella standing near Adriano. They were looking towards him.

“How can you meet with Mia, Mr D'Angelo?” damiano asked, still in shock, at the presence of the man whom they had treated inhumanely that night.

Adriano then straightened the body. “The story is quite long, Mr. Baresi. Mia has told me everything too. I think, we need to discuss that seriously,” replied the man. He turned his eyes to the car that was still parked in the courtyard. While Mia's not out of there. “Mia! I hope you don't fall asleep in the car,” he exclaimed loud enough.

“Is my mom in that car, Grandpa?” miabella asked as she looked up to Damiano, who immediately smiled and nodded. Moreover, when he saw one of the back doors of the car began to open.

Looks like a foot in pretty shoes out of there. Not long after, Mia appeared in a white dress that she was wearing. For a moment, the woman stood up and just stuck while holding the car door that was still open.

A moment later, Mia closed it. He started to step slowly. The longer, the steps of the beautiful woman grew faster, until she finally ran. Mia immediately rushed towards Miabella standing up. He hugged the little girl tightly, and admired the gray-eyed beautiful face endlessly. Tears flooded Mia's cheeks.

“Mother ...” There was a soft voice of Miabella who was still in Mia's close arms. “Where are you from?” tanyanya polo's.

Mia then let go of her embrace. “I ... get lost, Son,” replied Mia while hugging Miabella again. “From now on, I promise I won't leave you again. I'll take you anywhere,” the whim.

Mia seemed not to want to let go of her embrace from the little girl she had been ignoring all along. Caused by the loss of her husband, Mia has been very selfish towards her daughter. In fact, Miabella can be the antidote to all pain, as well as the longing for Matteo.

A moment later, Mia stood up while holding Miabella who had been staring at her with a strange look. The little girl may not be able to understand, for what happened to her parents.

“Didn't you miss me, son?” Damiano's voice rang out on the sidelines sobbing Mia.

The long-haired woman, immediately hugged the middle-aged man whom she had considered to be the real father. Mia again cried in the arms of Matteo's foster father.

“Where have you been, son?” damiano asked, who was unable to hold back his tears. The loss of Matteo, whom he loved dearly, had made his world collapse. However, Damiano felt strong when he was with Miabella.

“I'm sorry, Uncle,” isak Mia is full of regrets.

“Do not go again, Son. Have pity on your daughter,” Damiano said slowly and deeply. The old man's hand did not stop stroking Mia's back lovingly. Meanwhile, Mia responded with a slow nod.

Meanwhile, Adriano who had stood up and became a spectator of the moving scene, immediately took Miabella from Mia's sling. Staring at the beautiful face of the only wayang princess from the couple Mia and Matteo. Mia's right. Miabella is very similar to Matteo. He had the same iris and smile as his late father.

“I heard you loved playing the piano,” Adriano said with a very friendly attitude and facial expression. Miabella nodded quickly in response to the man's words. “Can I hear it sometime?” adriano asked without letting go of a warm smile from his charming handsome face.

Miabella smiles. He turned to Damiano, as if asking for the opinion of the man who had been a good caregiver for him. Damiano smiled as he stroked the little girl's brown hair. Miabella also nodded.

“Zio (uncle),” call the little boy.

“Yes, Bella?” adriano soft sahut.

“Will Zio stay here?” ask the little girl.

“No, Dear. I'll be home in a minute,” Adriano replied as he kissed the puffed cheek. “Again, your mother should rest.” Adriano's blue eyes glanced at Mia who was looking at him meaningfully.

“Alright." Adriano hands Miabella from her arms to Mia. “I'll excuse you. Good night, Mr. Baresi. Good night, Mia,”. Adriano then turned to the car.

“Mother is not coming?” miabella asked innocently.

“No, Dear. I want to be here to accompany you,” said Mia while kissing her daughter's cheek many times.

“So, how did you guys meet, son?” Damiano, who has been curious since, can't wait to hear the story from Mia.

“We talked in Miabella's room, Uncle,” broke up Mia after seeing her little daughter who yawned many times. They also decided to enter.

Upon arriving inside, Mia was stunned for a moment.

“Where is everyone?” He circulated his gaze in all directions, as he strode through the living room towards Miabella's room adjacent to Matteo's. Again, Mia was unable to resist the emotions raging within her chest. He returned with tears.

Damiano immediately helped open the door to Miabella's room. The boy had fallen asleep in his mother's arms.

Meanwhile, Mia's cries did not stop, even though she had now entered Miabella's room and laid her daughter in bed. Mia still sobbed slowly.

“Already, Nak.” Damiano tried to comfort Mia by gently rubbing the woman's back.

“Three years have passed, Uncle. But why does it feel like it was just yesterday?” Mia covered her face with both palms.

“Everything takes time, Son. Its alright. You, me, Coco, we all feel so lost. However, even though thousands of regretful words we express even to lament .. it will not make Matteo return. Look at that little girl, son. Take good care of her, because Miabella is a priceless memory that Matteo left for all of us." Damiano still rubbed Mia's back affectionately.

Meanwhile, Mia has started to calm down. “After the therapy session is over, I go straight to Greece, Uncle. Matteo once promised to take me there. Without a second thought, I packed all the things and left without saying goodbye to you,” explained Mia who still occasionally sobbed slowly.

“Francy, Dani, and Coco picked up at the therapy and rehabilitation center at that time. But they didn't find you there. To this day, they are still in Rome. The three keep looking for your whereabouts,” Damiano said.

“Then where is Marco?” ask Mia.

“Marco busies himself in the organization. He also continues to investigate Matteo's death. Until now, he has not stopped seeking justice for your husband, Mia,” Damiano replied in a sluggish manner.

"There are probably a lot of people who really want to get rid of Matteo. However, on the other hand there are many who feel lost for his departure. God is always fair. You don't have to be scared or worried. I'm sure that one day we can uncover this case and bring justice to my son. Your husband," Damiano said again. He kept trying to give Mia some encouragement.

“Finely, I also do not just keep silent as long as My Theo has not got his justice, Uncle,” said Mia lirih.

“Already, Son. Leave everything to the authorities,” Damiano said again.

However, Mia immediately shook her head quickly. He disagrees with Damiano's advice. “Can't! I'm sure that the one who killed my husband wasn't a random person. The evidence, the police can not also reveal this case. As our organization goes underground, so do the enemies of Matteo. They don't appear on the surface, Uncle. Police and other law enforcement could not see that,” denied Mia confidently.

Damiano let out a long sigh, “Then, what are you going to do, My son?” tanyakanya.

“I will take a different path. If angels are unable to capture demons, then I will ask for the help of far more powerful and powerful demons to do just that,” Mia asserted with fiery eyes.

A smoldering spirit suddenly appeared and seemed to burn itself. Something that had been sound asleep, had now awakened. Mia convinces herself to follow her heart, regardless of the risks she will accept. All the ways he will take, to get the one word that has not been obtained by the late Matteo, namely justice.