The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Afternoon Wind

Sad and upset frowned on Miabella's feelings at the time. He walked towards the stairs that connected the main building of Casa de Luca with the passageway to the estate. The intention of the beautiful girl is to look for fresh air in the afternoon, in open areas such as plantations. Among the greenery of the vineyard, the girl would feel much more peaceful.

Miabella came down the steps of the stairs with a very calm step. However, on the last rung of the stairs he was immediately stunned. The voice of Romeo was on the phone. Miabella is now infected with the ugly attitude of her sister. He eavesdropped from behind the wall.

The gray-eyed beautiful girl sharpened her hearing. Every now and then, he wears a small smile when he hears Romeo's advances to his interlocutors on the phone. As it turned out, listening to people's conversations secretly was a lot of fun. It is only fitting that Adriana does this often.

"Alright, pretty. Just this weekend. Do you agree? I happened to be in Brescia" said Romeo with a radiant face. After hearing the answer from his interlocutor who was most likely a girl, the twenty-year-old man ended the phone call earlier. He then walked while whistling towards the stairs where Miabella was and eavesdropped on some of her talk.

"Geez!" Romeo was surprised to see his cousin standing against the wall.

While Miabella just stared at Romeo while folding both hands on the chest. The beautiful girl looked so calm.

"Why are you so surprised? I'm not a ghost" Siabella said indifferently.

"Don't tell me if you eavesdropped on my conversation?" romeo put on a pretty serious face.

"Don't feel too important. Of course not. I just happened to pass by," said Miabella indifferently. He looks so lazy to talk to anyone. The long-haired beautiful girl immediately went down the remaining steps of the stairs, and approached Romeo who was still standing on the floor of the hallway to the plantation.

"Where are you going, Bella?" romeo asked when he saw Miabella walking past him.

"I want to get some fresh air. Inside it feels so crowded" Miabella said without looking.

"Do you want me to be with you?" bargain the eldest son Marco with half exclaims, because Miabella has been far enough away from him. The girl had arrived at the end of the passageway and was about to set foot on the plantation land.

Miabella was stunned, then turned her head. "I want to explore the plantation. Looks like you've taken a shower. So, don't make yourself sweat again," said Miabella turned her back. He immediately continued his steps. While Romeo just stood watching, until Miabella was completely invisible again. The girl took a right turn, where there was a horse stable.

Miabella was fixated for a while staring at the stables before her. One memory is back, when Damiano often took him around the plantation while riding. Miabella could not remember everything clearly because she was too small. The girl can only keep memories when she is old enough. Every time he came to visit Casa de Luca, he always asked to be taught to ride to his beloved grandfather. Miabella could not carve memories in her memories before that. In fact, Damiano often brought him riding since he was under three years old.

"I often accompanied your father on horseback to monitor the condition of the plantation" Damiano said at the time. While the little Miabella sitting in front of him did not reply. He was too engrossed, as the horse they were riding walked among the fruitful vine.

"Do you like this, Bella?" ask Damiano softly. The man was unceasingly inviting his beloved granddaughter to talk. Damiano always tried to distract Miabella, because the little girl kept asking about her mother. At that time, Mia suddenly disappeared after undergoing treatment and therapy, due to her mental shock after the death of the husband.

Yes, for almost a year Mia was in treatment, Damiano was the most bothered person. He must always take the little girl with him wherever he goes, because Miabella cannot be close to anyone other than him. Damiano never complained. His affection was so sincere and boundless for the daughter of Matteo, the foster son he deeply loved.

"Pronto," said.

"Miss, how are you?" Carlo's heavy voice rang out on the other end of the phone and eased Miabella's slight longing for the bodyguard, who used to accompany her wherever she went.

"Very bad Carlo," said Miabella quietly. "I thought you were going to Italy" said the girl again sounding disappointed.

"I can't. Mr ...."

"Yes, I already know. Daddy Zio said the reason didn't bring you here. In fact, to be honest that right now I need a friend to talk to." Miabella looked around. He slightly moved away from the stables, then chose to sit on a wooden bench under a tree. It was a place commonly used by workers in charge of caring for the horses there to unwind.

"I'd love to call you since yesterday. However, I doubt and fear that you are busy there" Carlo responded.

Miabella did not immediately respond. The girl was silent for a while, when the wind in the afternoon came to greet and hit her beautiful face. A little coolness he felt between the heat that felt so burning, and made himself want to scream as loud as possible.

"My grandfather's body will be cremated tomorrow. After that, he would just be a pile of ashes in a porcelain urn." Miabella. The tears quickly regained and melted. The girl also sighed softly.

"Are you crying, miss?" asked Carlo who sounded worried.

"How can I not cry. She .. she was everything to me. Grandpa was the only person closest to me who never scolded me." Miabella then wiped her tears.

"I have never scolded you either, miss," said Carlo trying to comfort the girl.

"Are you willing to call Grandpa?" miabella's instantaneous chirp made Carlo laugh crisply.

Shown in Miabella's memory what Carlo's expression was like when he laughed. The intense togetherness between the two of them, had made the bodyguard and the master's child know each other, even knowing each other's character so well.

Miabella knew what Carlo liked and didn't like. And vice versa. Carlo is well acquainted with the spoiled character of Miabella and cannot accept a rejection. However, although Miabella's attitude was so difficult to control, but the girl never said that Carlo was her bodyguard to anyone. He always answered if the handsome man who often followed him was a friend. That was why Carlo felt so appreciated by Miabella.

“Nona, are you okay?” carlo asked as Miabella remained silent for a while.

“No. I-I .. Come here, Carlo. I need you so much. Please, come.” Miabella was sobbing with increasing speed.