The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Peaceful Sky
"I'll go straight back to America. My departure schedule has been delayed by a few days" Juan Pablo said before bidding farewell to Adriano and Mia. There also looks Marco who joined. Miabella prefers to be alone.
"Gianna never called me. Hopefully he's not angry because of our last fight of the day" Adriano said, trying to re-acclaim himself with Juan Pablo.
"He's too busy. After the death of Mr. Emiliano Moriarty a few years ago, I tried to distract him by giving him a little task. As you know, Adriano. You no longer care about our casinos in the UK. That's why I asked Gianna to manage it" Juan Pablo said in a very ordinary tone. I don't know why that guy doesn't have a warm smile at all.
Adriano gave a crisp laugh when he heard Juan Pablo's words just now. "Too many things to watch. After all, I'm sure the casino is in the proper management of people" he said. "During Miabella's college in England, I visited her several times. I could stop by there. Didn't your men say it?"
"Most of the people I've assigned there are new people" replied Juan Pablo. The Mexican man remained silent for a while. His attention turned to Miabella who was busy aloof staring at the clear daytime sky. It was a coincidence that the weather was not too hot.
"May I say goodbye to Miabella?" juan Pablo asked for permission.
"Of course, Juan. He's your nephew. You don't need to ask permission" Mia replied with a gentle smile.
Juan Pablo nodded slowly. The man in the all-black blazer suit then passed leaving Adriano and the others. He walked gallantly towards the place where Miabella was. Without feeling awkward, Juan Pablo stood next to the beautiful gray-eyed girl.
Miabella immediately looked over. "Uncle," said.
"I'm going to America. I don't know when I'll be back in Italy" Juan Pablo said with a glare. "The sky is blue. It's exquisite. This time I admired him." The man with the honey brown eyes smiled.
"Then, what have you seen all this time?" miabella asked who had not taken her eyes off the uncle.
"The night sky" replied Juan Pablo, looking back at the beautiful girl next to him. "I saw only darkness, and saw very few white clouds during the day."
"I think, after coming home from here you will change your point of view" Miabella said with a gentle smile.
"Maybe that's why all of a sudden I wanted to come to Italy. Thank you, Bella. Have you truly forgiven me?"
Miabella did not answer immediately. His pair of gray eyes still stared fixedly at Juan Pablo. The girl seemed to be recording the appearance of the uncle in her memory. After feeling satisfied, then Miabella turned her eyes forward. Although he had to squint a little, but he still forced to continue to fight and seemed to want to dissect with the details of what was at the end of his vision.
"I don't really remember what my father looked like other than a photograph. I'm glad to see you in person. My mom said that you guys were pretty much alike, because she even thought you were my dad who came back to life." Miabella smiled knot.
Without feeling any hesitation, Juan Pablo grabbed onto the young girl's shoulder. He even kissed his head lovingly. "I've also been in your current position, Bella. The stepfather who was the greatest idol of my life, died when I was eleven. Not just getting there. I also lost an uncle whom I had considered a father's successor. You really are still very lucky, because you are surrounded by people who love sincerely. You can also express all your sadness by crying."
"Did you not cry then, Uncle?" ask plain miabella.
"My stepfather from the military. He was too embarrassed to mourn the grief. My father said that death is the shadow of everyone. He will always follow wherever we go. I'd rather see you cry when I welcome a child. The cry of happiness." Juan Pablo muttered softly.
"Everyone lives his own way of looking, Bella. You also must have a way of mind that may never cross the minds of others. That's just legal. You're all grown up. I'm glad I could hug you like this. Someday, I'll introduce you to my daughter, Thia." Juan Pablo lowered his hand from Miabella's shoulder.
"Call everyone you love, Bella. Because only in such a way will their existence always be felt and continue to live in your heart."
"Is Uncle going now?" miabella asked as she wiped the remains of her tears.
"I have to leave, Bella. Just call me whenever you need to" said the Mexican. He then gently kissed Miabella.
The girl nodded, then forced herself to smile. "Give my regards to aunt Gianna and your daughter Thia" said the girl again, before Juan Pablo passed by.
"certain. See you soon, Miabella Conchetta de Luca." Juan Pablo put a little smile on the corner of his lips. After that, he turned around and was seen coming back to Mia and Adriano. Gianna's husband seems to be saying goodbye to them.
Without Juan Pablo knowing, from a distance that is not too far away there are a pair of eyes that continue to pay attention to him. Coco's brown eyes watched every move of Matteo's half-brother. She felt astonished, because Miabella could be directly close to the man. In fact, all this time the daughter of Matteo had always been strict with him. Let alone to embrace and kiss the forehead of the beautiful girl, to talk like an adult it feels very difficult.
A moment later, Juan Pablo had arrived at the front yard of Casa de Luca. He left the show earlier than he should have had to catch a plane. The man who still looks charming at his age who has stepped on half a century, looks to unlock the car when a sound managed to stop his movement. Juan Pablo immediately looked over.
Coco was walking towards him. The man had a face that was not as usual. "Are you going?" ask Francesca's husband.
"Yes. I have to get to the airport so as not to miss the plane" Juan Pablo replied. He looked at the man standing not far from him.
"I know Gianna. He's been living here for a while. I haven't told her yet, either, that my wife Francesca still has all the jewels she's been given. Francy likes it a lot" Coco said.
"Thank God" Juan Pablo replied briefly. While Coco looks awkward and misbehaved. He didn't know what else to say, other than reaching out to invite Juan Pablo to shake hands with him.