The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
The Hot Ice Cream

Adriano stopped his vehicle on the lawn of one of Milan's famous restaurants. After helping to remove her seatbelt and removing Miabella from the toddler's seat, Adriano took her little daughter into the restaurant building which looked magnificent in Roman style. He then chose a table on the second-floor balcony, so that both Miabella and himself could enjoy the view around the city.

“That's what, Daddy Zio?” miabella asked enthusiastically, with a tiny index finger pointing at an ancient building. The building was directly opposite the restaurant they were in.

“That's the name Cathedral Square, Principessa. We are now in the central square,” Adriano replied. “Do you see the one over there?” point it towards a building that has a much larger size.

“What is it?” Miabella, who initially sat down, immediately stood up following the direction of her father's index finger.

“It was also the famous cathedral by the name of Duomo di Milano” Adriano explained. Secretly, he also admired the architecture of the second largest church in Italy gothic style.

“Is that where people pray, Daddy Zio?” ask plain miabella.

“That's fine, darling,” replied the handsome man while pinching the cheeks of the beautiful toddler earlier with anxiety.

“My mom used to say that my dad died in front of the place where people were praying. Perhaps my father died there,” Miabella again pointed to the magnificent cathedral.

Adriano was silent for a moment, then turned his head towards the cathedral that was the center of attention of Miabella. He then turned his eyes back to the princess earlier, when the little girl poked the back of his hand. “Where is my ice cream, Daddy Zio? You promised me,” bill Miabella in a funny and adorable tone.

“Yes, geez, Bella. I almost forgot,” Adriano chuckled before raising her hand high, until a waiter came over while prodding the menu book. Miabella, who has not been able to read, also imitated the behavior of the father. He pretended to spell the letters in the menu.

“Es cream!” scream loud. “I choose ice cream!” Miabella tapped her finger at the image of a crystal bowl filled with multicolored ice cream.

“I'm the same. Ice cream and add tiramisu,” timpal Adriano.

The waiter nodded and started to record the order. He said goodbye politely and left with the menu book. Before long, their order came. Miabella was wide-eyed when the size of the ice cream that came in was much larger than she had seen drawn the menu book. “Is this for me everything?” the little girl's gray eyes sparkled beautifully, making anyone anxious to see her.

“Of course, dear,” replied Adriano as he chuckled. “See, I also ordered the same as you,” Adriano raised her ice cream bowl with a wide smile.

The warmth was so felt from the table that Adriano occupied with Miabella. Every now and then, the laughter of the two was heard up to one of the tables located in the corner of the balcony. A man in a black suit was sitting there while watching Adriano's handsome face that looked so cheerful. Not wanting to wait too long, the man got up from his seat and walked over to Adriano's table.

“Good morning by noon, Mr. D’Angelo,” greet the man who is none other than detective Ignazio Ranieri. “I'm sorry for interrupting your lunch,” he said then turned to Miabella. “Jeez, is this Matteo de Luca's daughter? She's so beautiful,” detective Ignazio's hand outstretched, about to touch the cheek of the bully Miabella.

However, the little girl first dodged by getting off her chair. He then dragged the chair up to the seat occupied by Adriano. Not only that, Miabella who had moved to sit next to her father continued, also hid her cute face behind Adriano's arm. “I'm sorry my daughter, Detective. He can not be close to people who are not known or wanted,” Adriano explained.

“Please sit down,” Adriano stands up and welcomes the detective. After detective Ignazio sat down, he sat back down. Miabella continued to hide her face. “How's Detective? Is there any progress?” ask Adriano who has put up a serious mimic.

“Yes. I have a lot of information that I managed to gather. Lionel, or the man whose real name is Melker Eidef Kielman, is not a random person. He is a former American intelligence officer who defected to Russia. He often sends classified information to Russian spy attaches. Until at one time, his cover was revealed and he was arrested. As he was about to be tried, he simply disappeared like steam. Neither side of the American government can find his whereabouts to date" the man said.

The story of detective Ignazio is responded to casually by Adriano. He even fun scoops ice cream into Miabella's mouth. “I'm a little disappointed if that's all you have, Detective. Because I already know that. I want something much deeper than you said earlier,” reply Adriano flatly in response to all the narratives of the detective.

“Oh, so you already know about it? However, I'm sure you'd be surprised to hear that he's back in America with a different identity and a different face. That's why at first I couldn't find any information about the man named Lionel,” detective Ignazio said.

“So, he came back to America under the name Lionel?” repeating Adriano.

“To be exact, Lionel Anderson. He changed his name to Lionel Anderson upon his re-entry to America. New identities, new faces, all new and untraceable until he founded an organization called Killer X,” detective Ignazio.

“Killer X?” Adriano now confronts the detective with his entire body. So interested, he even told Miabella to eat her own ice cream.

“It is a super secret organization. All the assassins on the American mainland, joined into one there. Uniquely, everyone who goes there, they must be willing to kill his old identity. In that organization, they got the same nickname, which is Killer X,”, explains the fiery detective Ignazio.

“They are growing so fast and so dangerous in just the last ten years. Until a few months ago, someone hired Killer X to kill an American senator. Unfortunately, while committing the murder, one of the Killer X accidentally left a trail. From there finally revealed the figure of a man named Lionel Anderson,” said detective Ignazio. “They hunted the man, but again he disappeared,”.

“Government officials and federal officers, continue to search for the existence of Lionel to all corners of America. But they all failed. You know why?” detective Ignaio raised one of his eyebrows.

“Why?” Adriano asked with a look on his face that looked very curious.

“Daddy Zio, I ate your ice cream too, huh? Look, it's almost melted,” interrupted Miabella as she buried her spoon in Adriano's ice cream bowl.

“Jeez, just spend it, darling,” Adriano shifts her bowl in front of Miabella while laughing amusedly. He considered it to distract the little boy in order to be calm.

“Of course the reason is because Lionel is not in America. Very easy answer, right? After that, the American authorities always send as many red notices to interpol police around the world,” continued detective Ignazio. “However, he said a few days ago the figure of Lionel Anderson has been traced. Can you guess where?” ask detective Ignazio.

Adriano's heart was racing as he answered. He hoped that this time his instincts would be wrong. However, Adriano responded to the detective's question. “What's in Brescia?” Adriano raised his eyebrows.

“Accurate once. In the town square of Brescia,” replied detective Ignazio with certainty.

Adriano's face stiffened immediately. He really didn't like that information. She is seen in the figure of the wife who is alone without her in Casa de Luca. “Principessa, we have to go home soon,” take her heart-day. Lucky at that time, Miabella had spent all the special dishes that day. Two bowls of ice cream and a plate of tiramisu.

“Sorry, Daddy Zio. I finished all your food,” Miabella whispered softly as Adriano grew wide in disbelief, when she saw the daughter.

“Protect those closest to you, Mr. D’Angelo. Don't underestimate Lionel Anderson, because he has a fighting ability far above average,” insisted detective Ignazio before he got out of his seat.

Adriano was stunned for a while, until Miabella regained consciousness. The little girl moved her father's hand . “Let's go home, Daddy Zio. I'm ready,” take him.

“Mari, Darling,” Adriano immediately woke up and took Miabella to the place where her car was parked. After sitting Miabella in a special passenger seat and putting her seatbelt on, Adriano then said, “Remember, yes, Principessa. Secret our meeting with the police today. Don't say anything to your mother" Adriano said.

“Which police? I don't see any police,” Miabella shook her head strongly.

“The man who was sitting at our table was a police officer, Bella,” Adriano said.

“Oh, so he's a cop? Why isn't he wearing a police uniform? Why is he dressed just like you, Daddy Zio?” miabella's blood is non-stop.

“Because he is undercover, Principessa,” replied Adriano who was a little confused. Either his decision to explain who Detective Ignazio is to Miabella is right or wrong. One thing is for sure, Adriano has started to lose concentration. He immediately moved behind the wheel. The luxury car eventually drove through the streets of Milan, to the plantation de Luca.

Arriving there, Mia was waiting anxiously on the front porch of the Casa de Luca building. The beautiful woman walked in half a run welcoming Miabella who was first lowered by Adriano. “How are the streets? Are you happy today?” Mia touched the tip of Miabella's nose with anxiety.

“It's great, Mom. I eat a lot of ice cream. Belonging to daddy zio also I eat,” chirp cheerfully. Hearing her daughter's words, Mia immediately stared intently at Adriano who seemed to demand an answer.

Adriano, who was standing behind Miabella, was aghast, then grimaced. “I forgot your message not to order ice cream in bulk, Honey,” please.

“Daddy Zio also met someone, Mom!” chirps Miabella again. Adriano patted his forehead.

“Oh, yes? Who dear? Male or female?” the look in Mia's eyes that had dimmed, now back again looking at Adriano with an angry look.

“Male, Mom,” Miabella's reply made the beautiful woman smile small while breathing a sigh of relief, “but she's a cop,” continued the beautiful toddler again.

Sontak Mia again rounded her beautiful eyes, then crossed without a smile on Adriano who could only scratch his forehead while bowed.