The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
A Drop of Tears

Adriano flew from Greece to Italy with a sense of uncertainty. Along the way, Mia who sat next to her husband continued to hold hands, comfort, and give him spirit. This is the case with Miabella who continues to act funny while on the plane. The attitude of the beautiful toddler was a little bit able to eliminate the sadness of Adriano.

An hour's drive feels so long for someone with anxious expectations like Adriano. I want him to arrive quickly, so that he can immediately follow the funeral procession of the grandmother he had not met for so long.

“Daddy Zio, are you sad?” babble Miabella suddenly. He sat in a position facing his father. Damiano was sitting next to the little girl. Mirabella, who was astonished to see Adriano's attitude, occasionally glanced at Damiano and also the mother. His gray eyes incessantly observed the same faces with the expression of the father.

“Do I look sad, Principessa?” Adriano asked back while forcing a smile. He realized, should not show such an attitude in front of his favorite daughter.

“Yes, you seem to be sad,” Miabella nods cutely while holding her chin, imitating Damiano's movements while thinking. Adriano smiled broadly at the sight of him.

Miabella's funny behavior, it will always be a cure when sadness and turmoil is sweeping the man. Just like before, when he was overwhelmed with guilt, after hearing the words of Sergei. Adriano keeps his distance from Mia, but not from Miabella.

Adriano laughed loosely at that moment, then smiled wryly. “Why are you so funny? So, what do I have to do to be cheerful again like you?” tanyakanya.

“Nothing. Mom once told me that crying is okay. I was also very sad when my father did not come home. Damiano's grandfather said, Dad is happy in heaven. Immediately saddened me to disappear,” Miabella chattered excitedly.

All of those who were there were instantly speechless hearing the innocent words of Miabella. No exception to Mia. The shadow of the woman returned at the moment where Matteo lay covered in blood in his lap. “You are right, dear,” Mia said moments later. “We must not cry for someone who is already happy,” muttered as he lowered his head, then turned to the window.

“Yes, geez. It's my mother's turn to be sad. How is this, Grandpa?” Miabella shook her head slowly.

This time, it was Damiano who was unable to hold back his laughter. “Let's, Bella. Provided you do not follow sad,” said Damiano while stroking soft the head of his favorite grandson.

“Thank you, Principessa. You have restored my joy,” Adriano said slowly. At a glance, her blue-eyed tail glanced at Mia who was still glaring out the window. Adriano turned his attention to his wife. Grasping Mia's lentic fingers,. He then whispered in the woman's ear, “Then this is the case, my sadness turns into anger and jealousy. Don't tell me that right now you're back to lamenting.”

Mia immediately looked over with wide eyes. “I was not lamenting, Adriano,” Mia's voice sounded so soft and smooth that she could arrange it, so that Damiano and Miabella could not hear it. Mia then brought her lips closer to her husband's ear. “I'm thinking of you stubbornly. Always endangering lives for whatever reason. Can't you imagine just a little bit, what it's like to be the me who is always scared at all times? Afraid that the terrible event would repeat itself,” whispered Mia with an emphasis on intonation.

Adriano was about to respond to Mia's words. However, a cabin crew he hired to accompany the air travel, informed him that soon his private jet would land at the Malpensa airport located near the city of Milan. Adriano's focus is on Miabella. He painstakingly installed and tightened the seat belt of the toddler. After that, he fixed Mia's seat belt. A little meaningless shock, accompanying the landing of his private plane. Moments later, Mia finally breathed a sigh of relief, as the cabin crew opened the door and invited them to exit.

“It's nice to fly with you, Mr and Mrs,” the flight attendant said with a friendly smile.

Adriano did not answer. He only responded by nodding slowly. An uncomfortable feeling returned when his feet stepped down from the stairs of the plane, and entered a pickup car that was ready to take him anywhere. “It's okay if we go straight to the funeral?” ask him to Damiano.

“So much love grandma. Who's taking care of the funeral?” Adriano exhaled a long breath while shaking weakly.

However, the answer to that question was answered soon after they arrived at the public cemetery, the border town of Milan.

Emiliano took care of everything. He stood at the front, during the funeral procession. Not too many people were there. They immediately turned their attention, when Adriano's entourage arrived. Similarly, when the tall man stood next to Emiliano who had glanced at him for a moment. However, no words were spoken from the middle-aged man, because at that time a priest was giving his sermon.

Adriano looked so solemn following the funeral of the grandmother until the end. His pair of blue eyes fixedly watching the navel of the old woman, whom he had only met again after decades had passed. Fortunately, because he was hiding behind sunglasses, so no one knew that his eyes were back in tears.

Who could have thought that someone who could act as violent as Adriano, still cried when she felt lost. From there, Adriano can feel a little relieved. She was grateful to be nowhere near her mother when she left this world. If at that time he witnessed Domenica's departure, then it is not impossible that it will increasingly become a heavy burden for him.

Adriano's daydreams instantly crumbled, as Emiliano touched his shoulder. "I will take care of the construction of his tomb soon" said the middle-aged man.

"Thank you, Padre," Adriano glanced back at the father who chose not to say much. Emiliano knew and was well aware that Adriano was not interested in having pleasantries with him. The man prefers to say hello to Damiano.

"I'm sorry that your holiday has been disrupted" said Emiliano, who was addressed to Dmiano.

"Oh, no problem at all" Damiano said kindly. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Moriarty" the man said.

"Thank you, Mr. Baresi. It's something unexpected at all. Though only yesterday I met him, and he looks healthy" Emiliano said in a regretful tone. He looked at Mia. Without a direct greeting, the two smiled at each other and nodded kindly.

"That's how old you are, Mr. Moriarty. It is truly God's secret. We will never know, maybe tomorrow is your gift or me who must face God. That's why I always try to do my best" Damiano said. His gaze was also not separated from the sturdy figure of Adriano. The man in the black shirt was still standing glued to the attention of Matilda's navel.

"You are indeed a good man, Mr. Baresi," Emiliano responded. "I'm lucky to know someone like you" said Emiliano.

"Everyone is born in kindness, Mr. Moriarty. Every baby who comes into this world is greeted with joy and extraordinary expectations for his future. We as parents will take and direct them where. Same with adults who have lived in the world for a long time. No matter how evil he is, God still creates a feeling that will always be touched by tears. I'm sure it is. Even the cruelest people still have a heart, but they may not ignore it or even be ignored on purpose" Damiano said.

"Yes, you're absolutely right" said Emiliano.

Adriano remained silent where he stood. His mind drifted to the past, until the ringing of the cell phone resuscitated him. The name Arsen appeared there