The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Great Daughter-in-law

It was not difficult for Arsen to subdue the two guards standing on the right and left sides of the entrance with his sweet words. The two men he had just met were instantly able to have a light and pleasant conversation with him. “Please wait a minute, Mr. Moras. It's Mr. Varoni's lunch hour. If the alarm has gone off, it's a sign he's done eating,” is obviously one of the guards laughing crisply.

Arsen frowned because he did not understand the meaning of the man's words, but he still smiled and acted as if he understood. “Pascal!” moments later, a loud shout came from a speaker stuck in the upper corner of the porch wall, in the end making Arsen understand the meaning of the alarm mentioned by one of the guards.

“Oh, so he has finished lunch?” ask Arsen casually.

“Yes, and he called me too. Come on, let's go in together,” that guy named Pascal wrapped his hands around Arsen's shoulders. His attitude seemed to have known the Greek man for many years. “I stayed for a while, Paolo,” said goodbye to the fellow guard who remained standing in his place.

“Bring me grapes from the table,” pinta Paolo, when Pascal and Arsen were already at the entrance.

“Sure,” Pascal nodded then directed Arsen to continue walking to the inside of the building. Arsen again observed the room around him. The Roman-style interior, complete with statues of gods and upright pillars fused to the walls, further adds a luxurious impression to the marble-floored building. Arsen stopped his steps, as Pascal fell silent and stood upright. He knocked on one of the many doors there. Not long after, the door opened. The head of a man in black as well as a bald head, poked out from there. “Mr Varoni is waiting for you,” the bald man fell silent, turning his eyes to Arsen. “Hey, who are you carrying this with you?” tanyakanya.

“Oh, his name is Mr. Arsen Moras. He is from Greece. I think he wants to propose cooperation with our master,” replied Pascal so confidently.

The man with the head of the plontos seemed to think for a moment, before finally allowing Arsen to enter. Inside the room, which was similar in layout to the living room, sat a tall man on the sofa. He pulled the napkin that was originally attached to the chest, then used the napkin to wipe his mouth. “Pascal!” yell again. This time without a loudspeaker. “Bring me mineral water and grape juice from the kitchen,” his word without turning his head. While he was engrossed in plucking pears from inside a special basket on the table, then ate them greedily.

Seeing that, Arsen felt so disgusted. It was inconceivable that such a man would attempt to harass Olivia once. “Ehem,” Arsen cleared his throat, trying to attract the attention of the man who was still busy chewing it. His efforts succeeded. The man named Enzio immediately turned his head and looked sharply at Arsen.

“Who are you?” ketus tanyanya.

“Ah, he is a businessman from Greece, Sir,” has not had time Arsen replied, Pascal has already interrupted him. The man grimaced at Arsen, then cleaned the table from the dirty dishes scattered about. Pascal put it on the tray, then bowed respectfully to Enzio. He also nodded at Arsen before passing from there.

“Employers from Greece? I felt like I had never had a colleague from Greece,” the fat man stood up with great difficulty, then watched Arsen from head to toe. A guard deftly moved the position in accordance with the direction of standing the landlord. Enzio then sat back down. His gaze remained watchful fixed on Arsen's handsome look.

“Kurasa, said ‘pengusaha’ was too excessive,” said Arsen. “I am just an ordinary man who happens to know and befriend many businessmen,” he continued.

“What is the name of the businessman you know? Just mention one,” Enzio began to show interest in this conversation.

“Adriano D’Angelo. He is the owner of nightclubs and casinos scattered in several cities in Italy, one of which is Rome,” explained Arsen.

“I do not know people who are in business other than plantations,” kilah Enzio with his pride.

“Oh, then you must have heard of de Luca winery,” said Arsen who successfully made the old man in front of him was wide-eyed and showed a surprised look.

“Ro-Roberto de Luca its owner, ‘kan?” Enzio stammered. “Didn't he die a few years ago? His son also ...” Enzio's sentence came to a halt as Arsen hurriedly interrupted him.

“They are all no longer in this world, but that does not mean if their power also dies,” cut Arsen. “The business of the de Luca family has been continued by Marco de Luca and is progressing further," he continued.

“A-are you here because they told you to?” enzio's stammered tone had made Arsen suspicious. He also took advantage of Enzio's condition that looked frightened.

“Why do you look scared, Mr Varoni? Have you ever had a problem with the de Luca family?” asked Arsen while raising one of his eyebrows.

“Oh, of course not! Me .. I .…” Enzio is like running out of words.

“During in Italy, I stayed at the de Luca estate. Such is my closeness with everyone who is there,” said Arsen while observing the look of Enzio that has been filled with sweat grains.

“So it's true that they sent you here?” Enzio repeated his question with a deathly pale face.

“A-did they not tell you? I don't think it's possible if you don't know. Is this just a lure from you?” Enzio looked more and more agitated. Occasionally he glanced at the bodyguard who was standing not far from his seat.

“Whatever you managed to steal from there,” Arsen who did not know the problems that occurred between the plantation de Luca with Enzio Varoni, can only speak from the origin.

“Hey, watch your mouth! I'm not stealing!” Enzio. He pointed his index finger at Arsen. One of his bodyguards, swiftly approached and carefully looked at the man from Greece. “Roberto only invested funds to enlarge my estate, in order to harvest far more wine for her,” explained Enzio.

Arsen's smile grew increasingly heard Enzio had already entered into his trap. “Ah, so you do not give the necessary profit share to master Roberto de Luca, yes?” the canal.

“You have no right to accuse me of that!” elak Enzio with a red face. “You know for yourself, sometimes the harvest can also fail. If I don't deposit my wine, it means the harvest is failing" he said.

“How long have you not deposited on the de Luca family?” search Arsen fearlessly, though the guards were already standing on guard with frightening gazes towards him.

“I told you, my harvest failed! There is nothing I can tell you these past few years,” Enzio is still trying to make it up.

“Yes, geez, Sir. I'm not a fool who can just believe your explanation. I feel very offended. Somehow it would have been if Marco de Luca, the successor to the family business, had known about this. He's not the kind and kind-hearted type like me. He was much stronger and violent when compared to Matteo,” Arsen was forced to scare Enzio with his boasting. But he does not know exactly what Marco looks like. He only heard the name once from Adriano's mouth.

“Please understand, Mr. Moras. I don't want to make trouble with the de Luca family at all,” Enzio Varoni's haughty face instantly changed. He cupped his hands together on his chest while looking hard at Arsen. It was obvious how much he feared the sacred name de Luca.

“I think I can help you,” Arsen said after being silent for a long time. “As long as there is an appropriate reward,” he added.

“Whatever it is, Mr Moras! Whatever it is!” suhut Enzio steady.

“Really?” Arsen took a step back, staring doubtfully at the man.

“Yes, yes, of course! I'm pretty sure. If necessary, you can record our conversation to be both proof and binding agreement. I really don't want to die at their hands, Master,” pinta Enzio again.

“Alright, if that's what you want,” Arsen pulled out the phone, then activated the recorder app. “I'll help you get things done with de Luca's estate, as long as you're willing to release the Bellamy family's debt and let them get away from this damned place!” emphatically.

Enzio looked up to hear that. “You know the Bellamy family?” tanyakanya.

“Of course! They are my in-laws and I've heard many stories of you often trying to harass my wife!” that handsome look stiffened. There was no longer a friendly figure, there were only eyes full of anger.

“Jeez, a-i .…” Enzio is getting scared. Many times he shook his head while adjusting his breathing which started to sting.

“So, do you agree? Let's just say the Bellamy family's debts are paid off, then I will also consider your problems with the de Luca family. I will guarantee that Marco will not come here and cut off your head,” Arsen said.

“Yes, Mr. Moras. Aye! I totally agree! Thank you!” Enzio stood up and tried to shake his face, but Arsen avoided it first.

“One more thing! Don't let me hear you harass the girls around here ... or our deal is off!” arsen again.

“I-iya! Fine, Mister. I'm sorry,” Enzio almost knelt before Arsen. His men were quick to prevent and force him to stay standing.

“Good,” Arsen grinned then turned off the recording. Without saying goodbye, he immediately turned around, then passed from there. “I keep this recording as a weapon, should one day you betray our agreement!” exclaiming Arsen who is now in the doorway. He said without looking again. She faintly heard Enzio say ‘iya’. However, Arsen chose to get out of the building and return to his in-laws.

Arsenic Raut was so cheerful as she opened the door of the Bellamy family residence. At that moment, Xaverio came home. The middle-aged man who was originally sitting on the floor, immediately stood up and greeted his daughter-in-law kindly. “Mr and Mrs Bellamy, get ready. We're leaving for Brescia right now. No one else will dare to stand in your way. Not even that old pervert named Varoni! I have silenced it and paid off your debt,” said Arsen enthusiastically.