The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Sacrificio

Over the course of several days in the post-surgery observation room, the vital signs in Coco's body gradually normalized. So the doctors decided to move him to a regular treatment room. On the following day, after intensive care, Coco began to awaken. The curly-haired man can now move his hands and smile, although he has not been able to communicate normally. However, it had made Francesca's heart feel so relieved. He who always waited patiently, was finally able to smile widely.

"Yesterday I was so scared. Thankfully, since now everything had started to improve," Francesca wiped away the tears that had fallen on the corners of her lips. It was a cry of regret mixed with happiness. However,

Coco did not answer. He only moved his tail to the side, on the beautiful figure that had always been the idol of his heart all this time. Coco also responded to Francesca's words with a small smile.

"Do you want a drink?" bargain Francesca. Coco looked weak. Immediately, the girl picked up a glass that had been equipped with a straw. Francesca brought the straw closer to her lips, so Coco could drink without difficulty. Once enough was felt, he put the glass back into its original place.

"Wait a minute. I want to go to the restroom" Francesca said. He then got up from his seat and passed from near Coco.

While the hazel-eyed girl was in the restroom, another very beautiful young woman walked into the nursery. Carrying a bunch of flowers, Monique smiled sweetly at Coco as she walked over to her bed. "Hi, Ricci. How are you today?" warm sap. "I don't know what to bring you. So I decided to bring chamomile flowers. You know it's not that chamomile flowers can give a sense of calm," without having to ask, Monique replaced the flowers in the vase on the table next to the bed with the flowers she was carrying. "Look, it's pretty, isn't it?" the young lady with the tight span skirt laughed crisply as she glanced at Coco. Coco herself replied with a smile.

"As long as you're in Serbia, then I'll always come here. I hope neither you nor your lover would mind" Monique said again as she sat on the edge of the bed facing Coco. He tightened his two perfectly exposed legs while continuing to smile sweetly. "You know what, Ricci? You still look very handsome despite being in this state. After meeting you, it felt like I wanted to have an Italian partner. Do you have any friend recommendations for me?" monique's jokes were accompanied by a laugh that sounded very sweet.

While Coco just smiled as she shook her head slowly. For a moment, he noticed the beautiful, graceful lady before him. The emerald green eyes that Monique had did look very beautiful, and did not bore anyone who looked at her.

"Why?" asked Monique who long felt uneasy because Coco kept paying attention to her. "If we had met ...." Monique did not continue with her words, because at that moment there was the sound of Francesca who was soft-sounding. Apparently, the girl had been standing outside the restroom since a while ago.

Seeing Francesca's whereabouts there, Monique immediately got off the bed. She stood up while fixing her rising skirt. Monique also tidied up the front shirt that only dikancikkan a few pieces, until his cleavage exposed quite clearly. "Hi, Francesca," greeted the beautiful red-haired woman while still showing off her smile.

Francesca simply responded to Monique's greeting with a forced smile. The hazel-eyed girl walked over towards Coco. "Do you need anything, Ricci?" bargained for. The tail of the girl's eyes was then fixed on the chamomile flower inside the vase. However, Francesca chose not to say much.

"Oh yes, Ricci," Monique walked around the bed and stood on the left side. "I hope you recover soon. Sorry that I can't stay here for long" Monique returned with a gentle smile. This time, he touched the back of Coco's hand then stroked her slowly. That thing, made Coco smile again while nodding slowly. "(Vidimo se kasnije/See you)." After saying so, Monique glanced at Francesca who was just speechless. He also walked out of the room.

“Very beautiful woman,” Francesca said shortly after Monique disappeared behind the treatment room door. “It seems like he is also interested in you,” continued while looking closely at Coco who was also watching him. A speck of tears trickled down Francesca's smooth cheek without her being able to prevent it. Immediately the girl rubbed it and closed the feeling of unease in the heart with a smile.

“I managed to achieve my dream, dear. A week ago before I came here, my manager offered me a contract to work with an exclusive and most famous fashion house in Europe. However, I have not had time to answer ‘iya’, because Mia called and asked me to get ready. At that time, I had a strange feeling. My feelings are very uncomfortable. I'm sure something happened to you. However, I tried to stay positive and dispel all sorts of bad things in my mind ...” Francesca paused her speech when she saw Coco blink as if she was beckoning. “What's up?” tanyanya gently. “Do you want to drink?”

Coco immediately shook her head and winked as if asking Francesca to continue her story.

“You want me to go back to telling you?” guess the girl. Coco nodded immediately.

“I promise to give my manager an answer within twenty-four hours. Then, I came here and found yourself in critical condition, Ricci ..” Francesca covered her face with her palms while crying as she pleased. “A few minutes after I arrived, my manager called and I immediately rejected the offer. At that time I was fully aware, it was not the fame I wanted. I no longer want to live among the flashlights, photographers, talent scouts and fashion magazine representatives. I don't expect to be a famous artist or model anymore, because when I found out you were lying in a coma in the ICU room, I feel that all the successes and achievements I have achieved so far have been meaningless. It's worth nothing if you're not by my side, Ricci. I'm sorry I realized too late. I want to start all over again, just be with you. Please, give me a chance,” Francesca showed her beautiful face that broke into tears and clasped Coco's hand tightly.

Unexpectedly by Francesca, Coco who was lying weak was also seen shedding tears. His mouth was shaking as if he was about to say something. “Fran-cy,” call Coco. His voice was so weak and sounded so soft.

“Iya, Ricci,” Francesca nodded and brought her face closer to Coco.

“Me-ni-kah,” says Coco slowly and evenly.

“I want, Ricci. As soon as you're healed, we'll have a wedding. I will accompany you wherever you go. You and me, Ricci. We ...” suddenly Francesca stopped her sentence when she saw the strangeness in Coco. The man's hand shook violently and was soaked in sweat. His breath suddenly staggered. The eyes that were originally open, now began to close slowly.

“Ricci!” his yell. Panicking, Francesca pressed the emergency button on the bed. Before long, several people in medical uniforms arrived and examined Coco. They spoke to each other in a language that Francesca did not understand at all. One of the medics then pushed and directed him to get out of the room. There was nothing Francesca could do but obey.

Francesca was only able to give up when she saw more officers enter Coco's treatment room, while carrying a lot of medical equipment. Moments later, the medics came out of the room pushing Coco's bed. There was also a breathing apparatus attached and covered part of the handsome face of the man. “Will you take him where he is? Tell me, what happened?” francesca's loud voice filled the hospital hallway.

One of the nurses turned to her, then calmed the girl down. “Calm down,” he said in English. “It looks like your husband has postoperative bleeding. We will take action on him soon. Calm down.”