The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Sincerity

“Mia!”

“Mia. Wake up, dear." Sayups rang out Adriano's voice in Mia's ear, who had just regained consciousness from fainting. The beautiful woman immediately opened her eyes while circulating her gaze around. However, there was no figure of the husband there. Mia only finds Damiano and Coco looking at her with misgivings.

"Adrianos? Where's my husband?" mia asked half-consciously.

"Don't think about him first. Are you all right, son?” ask Damiano softly.

“You fainted long enough. I got worried. Francy and Dani are just as anxious, but I told them that you and your baby are fine. Your condition is quite stable,” Coco explained without being asked.

Mia just fell silent not responding. Her beautiful eyes continued to observe Coco who was still wearing a white tuxedo. The clothes she wore at the wedding with Francesca. Mia's gaze then turned to Damiano who seemed a little calm when he saw Mia starting to wake up. “Where is Adriano?” he asked again with a trembling voice while glancing at the infusion hose that had been attached to his left hand.

“Juan and Adriano are fine, son. They just finished having surgery,” Damiano replied with a smile.

“Uncle is not lying, ‘kan?” Mia tried to sit down. He also tried to remove the infusion hose stuck on the back of his hand.

“Hei, Mia! What are you doing! Relax!” reprimand Coco. However, Mia did not comply. This time he tried to get out of bed. Stop, Mia!” his jolt.

“Don't block me, Ricci! I just want to see my husband! Release!” Mia tried to rebel from Coco and was a little hysterical. It seemed that he was still shaken over everything that had happened so suddenly.

“Mia, My Son.” Damiano was trying to help Coco who was starting to get overwhelmed. “Listen, Son. Listen to me,” Damiano's pinta while rubbing Mia's arm. “You want to see your husband, don't you? Alright. I'll drive you. But you have to stay calm. Remember, God is leaving one life in your body,”.

“You can see Adriano's situation. However, do not remove the infusion. It should stay there,” Damiano said, leading Mia out of the room. Coco seemed to understand what she had to do. Francesca's husband was on standby to return the infusion bag to his pole, then pushed it to stay level with Mia's body.

The three of them then stepped slowly towards the observation room which was located a little away from Mia's treatment room, even though it was still within one floor. Damiano then stopped in a glass-walled room and pointed his index finger in there. “Look, Son. That's your husband. The operation went well and now he is still under surveillance until his condition is completely stable. Same with Juan Pablo. They are both really tough, even though the injuries experienced are really severe and terrible,” explained Damiano with a straight look fixed inside, through the glass barrier.

When looking at her husband's condition with her own eyes, then Mia can breathe a sigh of relief. His eyes were fixed on the screen next to Adriano's bed. It shows normal vital signs. “I want to hug her,” said Mia softly with a pushy look.

“Yes, geez. Later, Mia. Your husband is still in a state between conscious and not. Take it easy, you still have plenty of time to make out,” Coco said. “Unlike me who had to be separated from Francy, even though we had just legally become a married couple,” he added while clucking slowly.

“Casa de Luca with Milan is not too far away, son. Just say that you want to go home and meet Francy,” Damiano said chuckling while still holding Mia's arm.

“You are very understanding, Damiano. I put Mia on you,” Coco said patting Damiano on the shoulder. He passed from there. “Oh, yes. Where is Marco?” Coco turned her back on the old man.

“Marco has gone home first to coordinate his men who have made massive damage to the Herrera clan headquarters,” Damiano replied as he shook his head. “I suggest that you stop all this stupidity,” he continued full of regret. "What a pity Juan. He suffered the same. I can understand all the anger he feels, even though I can't forgive what he's done. There is always a cause for an effect. That is the law of nature" said the old man again set his eyes inward. Damiano looked at Adriano, then turned to Juan Pablo who was both still lying.

Coco. Two sides of his heart went back to war. Should he keep piling up all the rage after all these years, or let go of it and begin to step forward leaving the dark shadow of Matteo's death behind. “I have to go home,” he said later without responding to Damiano's remarks. He is an adult man who can weigh his feelings and understand every problem. Coco realized that what Damiano said was not wrong. The curly-haired man turned around and then passed from there.

Coco walked gontai towards the parking lot. Lazily he opened the car door, then drove his vehicle slowly towards Casa de Luca. There, Francesca who was also still wearing her wedding dress seemed to wait in the front yard while holding Miabella.

“They're still in the hospital, honey. The doctor must treat your father and mother,” said Coco while rubbing the cheeks of the padlocked Miabella who looks so adorable. It also became something of a surprise, when Miabella did not refuse to be touched by him.

“Are they okay?” asked the gray-eyed boy again with a plain look.

“Sure, Dear. But they have to rest. You know, in your mother's stomach there was a little sister sleeping. Your mother is tired. So, he must rest first accompanied by your zio daddy,” explained Coco with a calm smile. As much as possible he did not show all the anxiety he felt, to the daughter of the late Matteo.

Miabella watched Coco's face intently from Francesca's sling. The beautiful toddler seemed to be looking at whether his uncle was lying or not.

“Come. You need to rest, Bella. Tomorrow we'll see your mom and dad together, okay?” persuade Francesca as she stepped into the interior of the house, with Coco wrapping her hands around her shoulders. They continued walking towards Miabella's room.

Francesca intended to put her little niece to bed there accompanied by Coco. Tunable sound when humming, bringing a lullaby for the beautiful toddler to sleep.

“Are they really okay, Ricci?” francesca asked in disbelief. “Mia is also fine, ‘kan?” ask again.

“I swear they're all in stable condition, Francy. So did that bastard.” Coco's last sentence sounded so subtle, but it was full of emphasis.

“Who? Mr Herrera?” guess Francesca.

“Yes. Damiano forbade us to kill him, because he was also the son of Roberto signore. The man is Matteo's half-brother,” Coco replied as she looked down deeply.

“What? How can?” Francesca widened her eyes. She was very surprised by her husband's explanation.

“Let me tell you later, darling. I really feel tired.” Coco drew her face closer to Francesca, the woman who had now become his legal wife. He kissed and rubbed the soft lips violently, then let go of them. “What should I do, Francy?” Coco began to shed tears. The slow pain gradually turned into a cry quite loudly.

Coco seemed to be pouring out all the sadness that filled her chest. He was no longer ashamed to show the weak side in front of Francesca, as now the two of them had become one.

“What's bothering you, Ricci? Tell me,” asked with a soft tone of speech. It had managed to calm down Coco who was being hit by the calamity.

“Theo died in vain at the hands of someone who should have loved her, and I cannot repay that person for all that he has done to our lives. I can't kill him. I-this is not fair, Francy. The-Theo ...” said Coco stammered, then just stop.

"Why do you have such terrible thoughts, Ricci? Whether every evil deed of a person should be avenged with equally evil. Herrera has taken Matteo and left us with a deep pain. Then, what's the difference between you and him? The death of even the most despicable person will surely leave painful scars for his close relatives" Francesca reminded Coco.

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