The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Say Goodbye

"Hi, Carlo. Come in, son," welcome Mia no less warm. The woman stood up, then got off the bed as the seventeen-year-old stepped into the room. Carlo stood near the end of Miabella's bed watching the beautiful gray-eyed toddler.

"How's little lady doing?" ask the tall young man.

"The doctor just finished checking it out. He said that Miabella was okay. Praise God that you came in time to help my daughter." Mia smiled gently. He was so sincerely grateful to the teenager from Adriano's halfway house.

"Everything is just a coincidence, ma'am," said Carlo humbled. "I'm happy if little lady is okay" he said later. He returned his gaze to Miabella and looked at her for a while.

"Thank you to Carlo, honey," Mia said softly. He glanced at Miabella who was looking at him. But the little girl was silent. Miabella looked at Carlo with a strange highlight. He did not know the stranger.

Mia laughed too. The woman sat down near Miabella, then grabbed her tiny body. After pecking at the little girl's head, he turned his gaze to Carlo. "This is my daughter, Carlo. He's not very good at getting along. Miabella was only close to certain people she wanted. You could say my daughter is picky in determining playmates," explained Mia without letting go of her warm smile.

"It's okay, Madam. I have absolutely no problem with that" Carlo said in response. "By the way, where's Mr Adriano?" tanyakanya.

"What's asking me?" Adriano's voice was heard there. He had just returned from the front, after dropping off doctor Meazza.

"It's okay, sir. I just want to have a little talk with you," Carlo replied turning his attention to Adriano who was standing next to him at the time.

"What if you guys continue the conversation over lunch alone" said Mia. "I'll bring your lunch here, baby," he said later to Miabella, who still looks strange.

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The helicopter, which will take Adriano and his family to Monaco, has arrived and landed on the Casa de Luca runway just moments ago. Adriano said goodbye to Damiano, Coco, and Francesca. He also said goodbye to Emiliano over the phone.

"Don't be naughty in there, Bella. Remember that your mother is pregnant. Don't make him a fuss. One more thing, don't play alone near the pool" Damiano said. He repeated the word 'don't' to his favorite grandson.

"Yes, Grandpa. Shrewd," replied Miabella. Whether he understands or not what he says

"Bella!" reprimand Mia immediately.

"Romeo often said that if Aunt Dani talked to him," Miabella said, hugging Adriano's thigh when she saw Mia glaring at him.

"I will rebuke Marco" murmured Adriano.

"All the luggage is in, sir." Carlo, who had just put in Mia and Adriano's suitcase, came to the front. While he only carries a butut backpack that has been torn in some parts.

"good. Thank you, Carlo," Adriano said. He said goodbye to all who were there.

Likewise with Mia who felt moved when she hugged Francesca. "You have a new responsibility, Francy. Take care and don't let your husband starve" Mia's message was accompanied by a smile.

"Just calm down, Mia. Ricci won't regret marrying me." Francesca smiled broadly as she glanced at her husband, who was talking to Adriano, before Tigre Nero asked Mia to get into the helicopter.

Carlo smiled cheerfully. Lifetime, this was the first time he had boarded a helicopter. During this time, he always went anywhere by public transport or on foot. Like a dream come true, now the seventeen-year-old knows what it feels like to be away from the ground he always peed with his shoes almost broken.

"Are you enjoying your trip?" ask Adriano who was happy when he saw the look on Carlo's face.

"Yes, Sir. It's amazing" Carlo replied. He turned to Adriano for a moment, before looking out the window again. "I'm flying, mother," murmured the black-haired youth proudly.

It didn't take long until the helicopter arrived and landed on the runway of Adriano's magnificent mansion. Again, Carlo was stunned when he saw the building with a dominance of white color that is very broad. His admiration for Adriano grew, and made him more motivated to be able to follow in the footsteps of the thirty-two-year-old man.

Shortly after Adriano set his foot on the runway floor, the warm smile of a blond man had immediately greeted him. The loyal aide Pierre Corbyn was already waiting in front of the mansion building.

"Master," said Pierre, hugging Adriano. For a long time he did not meet with the chairman Tigre Nero. His longing feeling was growing. "How are you doing at the moment?" tanyakanya.

"I've been much better" answered Adriano. "Once again I'm sorry," he said later with a regretful look.

"Thank you, Mister. Everything happened so quickly, though I knew that this would happen very slowly. I've already let it go. After all, it was much better because my father's condition was already very concerning," Pierre insisted on smiling. He accompanies Adriano in his steps towards the interior of the mansion. While Mia, Miabella, and also Carlo accompanied a few steps behind.

"Are you going back to France, Pierre?" asked Mia who suddenly sensed something else.

Pierre immediately stopped his steps upon hearing Mia's question. The forty-year-old then looked. Pierre did not answer immediately. He just smiled knot. "That's what I'm going to talk to Mr. D'Angelo now" he said after a while.

Adriano had guessed that from the beginning. "Let's talk in my office" he asked as he resumed his steps. The two men quickly left Mia, Miabella, and Carlo.

"Who's that guy, ma'am?" ask Carlo.

"He was my husband's loyal aide. Her loyalty is so high, therefore we already consider her like a family of her own" Mia replied. "Come, Carlo. I'll show you a room for you, "give Mia. He led Miabella who said nothing. The little girl still felt awkward about Carlo's presence among them.

Meanwhile, Adriano and Pierre had already arrived at the study. For a moment, Pierre was glued to the master who was pouring wine for the two of them. The view of the man forty years ago then turned to something else, namely the atmosphere of the workspace with red shades that he often went to. In the room, he accompanied Adriano to formulate everything.

Time passed without feeling. His devotion and love for the chairman Tigre Nero, has succeeded in building the mentality of a Pierre Martin D'aurville aka Pierre Corbyn. He learned a lot from a man younger than him. While Adriano was more able to dampen emotions, thanks to the calmness that is always exemplified by the heir of one of the largest construction companies in France.

"So, you've made a big decision in your life, Pierre?" adriano asked while offering a glass filled with drinks to the loyal aide.

"Yes, Sir. However, there is a huge responsibility after my father is gone. I can't just let go of my hands and let my two sisters work hard" Pierre explained.

"I can understand that. I've been thinking about it since yesterday." Adriano sipped a drink from the glass he held. "I will not be selfish, even though your presence is very much needed here," said the blue-eyed man again.

"We can still continue communication" Pierre said.

"Yes, of course. Monaco and France are close neighbors. We'll always be in communication." Adriano smiled knot.