The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Bloody Wound

“No, no! Don't do that, Francy!” prevent Coco. No matter the pain in the stomach that is getting worse. “Never leave me, or ... or .…” Coco grimaces. She tried to stand up straight in front of Francesca who was crying. He wanted to pull the hand of the lover and hold it tightly, then wipe away the tears that soaked the girl's smooth cheeks.

However, what power because at that time Coco was only able to bend. “Francy, please,” he said so realized when the shirt he was wearing was wet with blood. Similarly, the palm of the hand that had been holding the stomach.

Francesca, who was curious, put away the hand that covered her face. Instantly the beautiful girl slumped. She was so shocked when the blood had changed the color of her future husband's white shirt to red. “Yes, God! Ricci!” peekik Francesca panicked. "You why?" Francesca immediately grabbed the sturdy body of Coco who was already limp.

Slowly, Coco led him to the bed. Francesca carefully laid the man there. “Why do you always bother me! You really suck!” francesca grumbled with a cry that sounded louder, as she flicked the t-shirt that Coco was wearing. He saw two stitches in the stomach of the lover was wide open.

“Yes, God. How'this?" Nervous, Francesca covered her mouth with both palms. “Didn't the doctor have said many times that you shouldn't move too hard, and also don't get too tired? So, what if it's like this? Do you really not intend to marry me, Ricci?” his tirade is non-stop. Francesca seemed to be expressing all the emotions in her heart. The girl's feelings were mixed up, between anger and also immense worry.

“Francy, please forgive me,” regret Coco. “You should know if I love you so much,” he said slowly and began to stammer.

"If you really love me, you won't kiss that woman many times while we're still in a relationship!” francesca protest was full of regrets. “Already, it is not important to discuss at this time. Your wounds to be dealt with first!” said later.

Francesca rushed towards the closet and opened the drawer that was inside. He took out a few small towels, then placed the thing on top of Coco's stomach which continued to bleed. Francesca then pressed the wound firmly with one hand. On the other hand, he used one hand to call an ambulance. Shortly after, the emergency services responded to Francesca's call and promised to arrive soon.

“I won't be willing if you leave me. You hear that, Francy? We should get married! We're getting married!” racau Coco on the sidelines of his ringing. “If you take me to the hospital, then you should come with me there. I want you to take care of me. I don't want to be alone,” pintamya with half force.

However, Francesca responded to Coco's request with a headband. “Entahlah,” he said slowly.

“If you dare to leave me, then I'd rather just die, Francy. I just fired a bullet into my head, so I no longer need to feel pain,” threatened Coco. “For God's sake, Francy. I'll die if you leave me. I already have no one but you,” he said as he groaned occasionally as he endured the pain in his stomach.

“You should have thought this way before hurting me,” Francesca said back in tears. His hands trembled when he realized that the little towel he had been using was already soaked with blood. Hurry he replaced it with a new towel, then press Coco's stomach tightly to prevent more blood from coming out.

“I can explain everything,” Coco said with a pleading tone and facial expression.

“Let's go if your wound has been treated,” reject Francesca shrivel. All of his anger was immediately broken, so all that remained was worry. It was such a great feeling for the man she loved so much.

“I ...” Coco did not continue her sentence when she saw Daniella and several medics walking into the room. His eyes began to twitch at that moment.

“Yes, geez! I thought this medic had the wrong address. However, they insist that it was Francy who contacted him. It turns out ... gosh ...” the crazy woman was speechless.

“Ricci kicked the door too hard, to the point that the seams were torn apart,” Francesca explained. He then retreated to make way for the medics who were about to check on Coco's condition.

“Does your husband ever have stomach surgery before?” ask one of the medics after a while.

“Iya, right. He had intestinal surgery a few weeks ago,” explained Francesca.

The medic listened intently to Francesca's explanation before turning to his colleagues. “Then we will take your husband as soon as possible to the hospital. We are worried that not only the seams are torn, but the wounds on the intestines post-surgery,” said the man slowly and carefully.

“Oh, God. Will he be okay?” ask Francesca. Her body trembled as she imagined the condition of her future husband.

“The sooner it is handled, the better it will be,” concluded the medic. They intend to move Coco's body.

“I refuse to go if not accompanied by Francy,” Coco asserted with a voice that is getting weaker. “Better I die if you leave, Francy,”.

“Bene, bene,” Francesca gave up. After all, he would not have the heart to be far away from Coco under such circumstances.

“Yes, God! What's going on, Francy?” mia panicked. So did Adriano who immediately followed the medics from behind.

“Ricci's wounds were torn apart while kicking the door of the room I locked,” Francesca replied regretfully.

“Jeez, Francy.” Mia immediately grabbed the shoulders of her half sister to just strengthen. She continued to embrace Francesca until she arrived in front of the ambulance.

Damiano, who had just returned from the plantation, panicked. With quick steps, the old man headed to the front yard of Casa de Luca. "What's this?" tanyakanya.

"The injury to Ricci ...." Mia could not continue her words.

"Good, my son." Damiano touched Coco's hand from outside the ambulance. However, at that time the condition of the curly-haired man was already very weak

“Come in, Madam,” get one of the medics, just after the gurney carrying Coco's weak body is already inside the ambulance. Francesca complied and immediately went up. She sat next to her future husband.

“I'll catch up with you!” mia from outside.

“I can't go there,” Daniella regrets. “Marco fever. Perhaps the result of his swollen legs, ” bright mother of two children.

“It's okay. Let me and Mia go. I put Miabella in you and Damiano,” break up Adriano.

"Just calm. I'll take care of him" Damiano said.

Mia glared at the husband as a sign of protest. “I don't want to! I'll go alone!” reject it firmly. However, Adriano ignored the woman's refusal. He pulls up and leads Mia by the hand, then takes her to the garage.

“Call me if you guys need anything!” shouted Daniella from a distance who was immediately replied by Mia with a wave of her hand.

Upon arrival in the garage, Mia just stood next to Matteo's relic jeep with a pouting face. He didn't speak or do anything, even after Adriano opened the door for him. Because Mia just stood and did not immediately enter, Adriano decided to hold the body of the wife and then sit her down. He also fitted a seat belt for the brunette. "Don't fight me, honey. Because I can pull out fangs and pounce on you at any time. You won't like it" Adriano said with a face in front of Mia.

"I'm so scared" said the woman with a sneering tone.

However, Adriano did not respond to Mia's attitude. He was not angry or saying anything else. Enough to look closely at the woman in front of him, has made Mia momentarily silent and become misbehaved. From there Adriano knows that Mia is still affected by her extraordinary charm, because soon the beautiful woman immediately hides her face. Adriano smiled triumphantly.

After he finished teasing Mia, the blue-eyed man then walked around the vehicle. He sat next to his wife and started the engine. Without saying much, Adriano went forward the jeep, to catch up with the ambulance that had already left the Casa de Luca area.

At the same time, in front of Christiabel Cantona's luxurious boutique building, a man in a black jacket stood gallantly. His pair of sharp eyes, continued to highlight to the inside of the boutique. His gaze was locked on the beautiful woman of the owner of that place who was serving the customers. The woman seemed to laugh occasionally while chatting with visitors who were all women. The man had just entered, when the customers had finished trading and left the boutique with a cheerful face. “Good day,” kindly.

Christiabel who was struggling with the dresses that she was going to display, immediately turned her head and returned the greeting of the foreign man. “Good day. Is there anything I can help you with?” ask him more kindly.

“Nona Cantona? My name is Jacob,”, said the man who is none other than Jacob who spoke with Adriano yesterday while in Croatia. The man reached out to the beautiful woman who was looking at him in astonishment.

“I don't think we've met before,” says Christiabel hesitates. Even so, he still returned a handshake from Jacob.

“Indeed. I was one of Adriano D’Angelo's close friends. I just came here to get a message from him,” Jacob said with a meaningful smile.