The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Litigare

As previously planned, Adriano drove Gianna to a club located in the city of Rome. Along with that, Coco met her lover in her apartment. The relationship of two lovebirds is indeed a bit tenuous, due to differences of opinion that lately often occur. Coco, who wants to get married soon, is firmly rejected by Francesca who still loves her career as a model. However, Francesca's tough attitude, in fact, did not make Coco decide to step back from the romance that has been formed since approximately five years ago.

“You rarely come by here. Taking care of the plantation makes you forget me,” Francesca sulks while struggling spoiled in the arms of the lover.

“I just want to distract me from the miscellaneous thoughts,” said Coco slightly quipped Francesca.

“Come on, don't start again. Please, Ricci. You are the most understanding man I have ever known,” persuaded Francesca who had guessed the direction of her lover's conversation. “You know my reason is not because of something far-fetched,” Francesca said again.

“Then, until when should I wait for you? When your age matures, then I am very old and not necessarily able to satisfy you, Francy,” Coco said with a bit upset.

Francesca did not respond to the lover's words. She simply laid her head on the chest wrapped in the plain black t-shirt that Coco was wearing. “You'll stay here?” ask the girl and look up. The tip of his index finger plays a chin decorated with a beard that seems to have just been shaved, because it feels sharp on the skin.

“No. I will go straight home,” Coco replied without hesitation, making Francesca straighten up. He also shifted his sitting position, so slightly away from Coco. The hazel-eyed girl was visibly upset by the answer from the man she loved so much.

“You why?” coco asked while paying attention to the attitude of the lover.

“You want to keep your distance from me, Ricci? Is that a reply because I refuse to get married anytime soon?” francesca was upset. Her pretty face looked grim.

“Hey, what the fuck are you? Your attitude is like a teenager,” said Coco lightly. A moment later, the man who likes motor sport shifted his seat, so that it came back closer to Francesca.

“Why don't you stay?” francesca protest with its effect.

“I'm busy. Tomorrow I have to accompany Adriano to Serbia,” Coco replied as she stood up. He walked towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door casually. His attitude seemed to be that he was in his own home. “Hei, France. Don't you have any food in here?” yells.

However, Francesca did not respond to Coco's question. His attention was more focused on the man's words saying he was going to Serbia. “What are you going to Serbia for?" asked the hazel-eyed girl full of probes. "Is it still in touch with Matteo's death investigation?” he got up from his seat, then walked over to Coco. The girl was standing in the kitchen doorway while she was holding her side. A moment later, Francesca approached her lover.

“Yes," replied Coco without turning her head. He was still busy rummaging through the contents of the closet where he stored various foodstuffs. "Geez, where's all your food going? I'm starving, Francy,” Coco complained while rubbing her stomach.

“I have to keep my diet. Yesterday, I gained a little weight,” replied Francesca while leaning next to the refrigerator.

Coco looked up and watched her lover from head to toe. “You're this straight, Francy! Why should I keep on diet?”

“What's skinny? Have a look at my fat everywhere!” Francy opened the t-shirt, then pulled the surface of the stomach using both hands. He also twisted his body several times.

While Coco could only cluck slowly. “You're already starting to get unwell, Francy. This job makes you insane. Your bones are starting to look and stand out in some parts, but you're still saying that you're too fat.”. "I hope you don't have anorexia" the man snorted.

“Don't talk like that or I'll be mad!" sergeant Francesca. "It's been my dream for a long time, Ricci. You should have supported me!” Francesca pointed one of her index fingers at Coco's chest. He also seemed to be getting annoyed with the man's words.

“Oh, so this is your dream? Then, where am I? Where was I in one of your dreams? Tell Francy, am I not in your shadow and future dreams?” coco's voice sounded very flat and cold at that moment.

“You always say that modeling is your dream. Traveling around the world is your dream. However, you never mentioned me in your future plans. Am I not much more valuable than your career?” continued.

Undoubtedly how much annoyance felt by Francesca over Coco's attitude. For a few moments he was silent, then chose to give up. “Come, Darling. We rarely meet. Do not fill this rare opportunity with a fight,” persuaded him while again trying to hug Coco. This time the curly-haired man did not dodge.

“You know, Francy. Love is not just speech. I proved my love faithfully only to you. You know what I was like before you knew you. Now, you have expressed love many times, without ever proving it,” Coco said after a moment of silence to calm down.

“You are so annoying, Ricci,” Coco's statement re-ignites Francesca's emotions. He broke his embrace, then hit the chest of his lover's field. Francesca also stood up while turning her back to the brown-eyed man.

“Why angry? That's the truth, Francy. You love your career more than I do. Look, even your body is this straight, just for the sake of a career! You've changed a lot. I don't seem to know you anymore right now," without waiting for a reply from Francesca, Coco immediately grabbed her leather jacket from the back of the sofa. He rushed out of the apartment, carrying a pique in his heart. Intention to let go of longing and improve the relationship that began to stretch, it actually ended with a fight that should be avoided.

Francesca repeatedly called her name, and tried to prevent her from getting out of the apartment. But Coco did not care.

His pace quickly led to the elevator so Francesca had no chance to catch up. She could see her lover pleading not to leave, when the elevator door had almost closed.

“Job!” Coco punched the elevator wall with regret. They should be able to combine love and miss each other today. However, what power due to annoyance had first enveloped his heart.

Arriving on the ground floor. Coco confused about setting goals. He chose to stay silent for a moment in the parking area. In the end, he decides to meet Adriano who is busy reviewing his nightclub.

Dashingly, Coco rides her sport bike through the streets of Rome, to Adriano's luxury club located in the city center. It wasn't hard for him to find that place.

After parking his motorbike, Coco confidently walked into the Roman-style building. However, his steps had to be stopped when a guard blocked him. “Sorry, Sir. This place is not open yet. You can come back at seven o'clock tonight,” prevent it.

“Gosh,” Coco rolled her eyeballs, then grabbed the phone. In front of the guard, he contacted Adriano and hardened the sound of his call.

“Pronto,” Adriano's voice is heard from across there.

“Your men forbid me from entering, Amico! Just fire him!” as if Coco wanted to vent her frustration. The man's attitude instantly made Adriano open for a while.

“Give him your phone,” tell Adriano then.

“You heard it yourself, ‘kan?” coco said satisfied while raising eyebrows. He then handed his cell phone to the guard.

Hesitatingly, the guard received and positioned his phone in front of the mouth. “Ya, Boss?” he said he looks worried.

“Let him in,” Adriano replied briefly which the guard immediately understood.

The guard nodded, then returned Coco's phone. “Please, Sir,” is different from the previous attitude. He was now acting much more friendly while opening the entrance wide. It's not hard to find Adriano in a club room that still looks lonely. After all, only one or two employees passed by there.

Adriano stood gallantly in one of the VIP rooms while putting one hand in his pants pocket. While the other hand moved following the sentence he said. Apparently the husband of Mia was giving instructions to Gianna and several other people.

“Amico!” call Coco. “We have to talk,” he said as he approached.