The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Lost Concentrations

Adriano, who was giving some instructions to his half-brother, looked astonished when he saw Coco coming there. The blue-eyed man seemed to be frowning his brows. "I thought you were still at Francesca's place" Adriano said. He then scrunched his forehead. Coco looks so lethargic. There was no spirit at all in him. He stepped gontai near the sofa, then threw his body there.

"What else is this?" ask Adriano marketing. Gianna was busy with her business in the room.

Before answering a question from Adriano, Coco first glanced at the blond girl. "Hey, Gianna. Can you get out of here first? I don't want to see the woman in my life" the curly-haired man said.

"Geez, it's still noon and you're drunk, Ricci," Gianna responded with a sniffle.

"Here go and don't talk much before you see me vomit" Coco said again with her increasingly indifferent attitude.

"Your friend is weird, Adriano!" cibir Gianna with annoyance. He gave up on getting out of the room.

"You strange women! Food is considered the enemy. That's upsetting!" coco's grunt was not careless, making Adriano even more astonished to see it.

After watching his colleague's attitude for a while, Adriano then approached and sat down not far from him. While Coco was still sitting in an irregular position on the sofa. "You're not on drugs, are you?" hatchlings.

"Just kid! I never wear stuff like that!" refute Coco firmly. A moment later, the man in the black leather jacket immediately corrected his sitting posture. "alright. I'm telling you something, today I was really messed up," said Coco languidly as she ruffled her hair.

"Is it because of yesterday's problems?" ask Adriano to make sure.

"Yes. Always with the same problem," Coco again complained. "I never thought through Francy's way of thinking. Tell me what to do, Amico?"

"How long have you been in contact?" ask Adriano.

"Eitherway. I think maybe about five years," replied Coco, leaning forward. He scooped his face violently.

"Pretty long too apparently," murmured Adriano as he rubbed his chin. "You should have known each other's character" said the blue-eyed man later.

"The problem is when Francy's career is on the rise. She was so obsessed with becoming the world's top model. To be honest, I began to worry about all that, including the diet he called diet to maintain body shape. You see for yourself what my lover's body is like right now. Oh, my God, what do women think?" Coco again snorted in annoyance. Heavy breathing also adorns every complaint of the brown-eyed man.

Adriano did not know what to say. To be honest, he is not someone who is good at romance. Adriano takes her relationship with Mia for granted.

"Do not rest first. I can go to Zlatibor with Arsen, '" he suggested. However, Coco did not immediately reply.

"You need full concentration to get me there. I think, under these circumstances ...."

"Are you sure? There's still time if you want to cancel. That way, I can also immediately contact Arsen and ask that he come here," Adriano said again reassuringly.

"No need. Anyway, pity she just got married. Just take me. Even if I die, no one will feel lost or cry over my departure" Coco chanted again as she moved from her seat. He walked towards the door. It looks like Coco is about to leave from there.

"Where are you going?" ask Adriano while standing. There was a speck of worry at the sight of Coco's completely chaotic body language.

"I'll just go home to Brescia" said Coco, turning her head for a moment. He continued his steps out of the room.

"Ricci, wait!" prevent Adriano. He hurried after the lover of Francesca. "You'd better come back to Brescia with me. Your bike will let my men deliver it there" advises Adriano.

"Why are you? Since when have you been so worried about me?" coco asked with her smile that looked sneering. "You think I'm a snot boy. Been there, take care of your work. I go home first" Coco stepped out waving her hand. He looked confident, even though his mood was unfazed at the time.

After wearing a black full face helmet, Coco then put on the gloves. However, this time he did not wear elbow and knee protection. Whether intentionally or indeed because he is not focused. At first, Coco ran the red sport bike at moderate speed. However, the longer he increased the speed, especially when there are other motorcycles that managed to get ahead of his run. Coco who was being upset became extremely sensitive. He felt unacceptable and immediately challenged to pursue the rider.

The driver's instincts increasingly appear, when the rider was as if accepting a challenge from him. The two motorsports were chasing and overtaking each other. Coco even continued to increase speed. While he did not really master the terrain that was passed. Coco forgot that there were some twists that she had to go through. He was still riding the motorcycle to the maximum.

Then came the moment where he had to pass the bend. From the opposite direction, a red mini cooper car appeared. Coco, who was in a full-speed position, reflexively moved her motor handlebar in the opposite direction. However, it made him lose his balance. The heavy weight of the motor can not hold and control. In the end, he and the iron horse fell on the asphalt with the position of the motor continuing to accelerate. However, fortunately because Coco was a racer on the track. He knew the technique of self-protection if faced with such a situation.

Coco gasped and got up. The jeans she was wearing were torn in some parts. There are also blood stains from blisters due to rubbing against hard road asphalt. The ankle of the curly-haired man also seemed to be injured, because the shoes he was wearing also looked badly damaged.

Trudgingly, Coco tried to wake up her motorcycle. Fortunately, there were some other road users who were willing to help. Before continuing the journey, Coco checked the condition of the motor first. He also had to calm down, as well as collect the remnants of energy that had been drained away.

Coco stood up for a moment, then sat on her motorcycle seat while staring at the street where she had fallen. For someone who has lived in the world of racing like himself, such a thing is not something strange. Falling and getting injured is a risk. However, it is different from what he is going through for now. It felt too heavy if he had to be injured or even die.

A cigarette accompanied the daydream of the thirty-two-year-old man. His memory returned to the figure of the lover he had just left. Coco reached into her cell phone and started calling Francesca.

It doesn't take long until the call is connected. "Pronto," Francesca's raucous voice rang out on the other end of the phone. He also sighed softly. It seems the girl is crying.

"Francy? You crying?" ask Coco slowly. His blood rippled faster upon hearing the sobbing the longer it sounded like a roar. The pain from the wound from the fall earlier, he did not heed. His heart turned out to be much more poignant when he realized that he had hurt and made the lover he loved so much in a state of sadness.

"Francy, I'm sorry if I said too hard to you. I have no intention of limiting life or burying your dreams, or grand ideals. I just want us to always be together, close to each other. I miss those moments so much, where I can hug you whenever I want. I'm sorry," Coco said.