The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
The Orphanage

Carlo was fixated to notice the writing engraving on the handle of the folding knife earlier. He continued to observe closely. His memory is very sharp, sure very well that the writing is exactly the same as he saw on the dagger handle of the Fedor group of organizations. "Krasnyy Volk," Carlo murmured softly, but it was still clearly heard in Miabella's ear.

"Carlo?" Miabella who heard the man muttering, continued to pay attention to him. "Is there a problem?" ask the girl again.

However, Carlo seemed unable to catch Miabella's voice in her ear. The dark-haired handsome man still focused on the folding knife in his grasp. It was only when Miabella touched the back of the hand with a small tattoo emblazoned with an inscription in Italian that Carlo was struck. He was instantly aware of his daydream. The blue-eyed handsome man turned to Miabella, then turned his attention towards Miranda. "Are you sure this is my picture?" tanyanya doubt.

"Of course, Carlo. I still remember very well the baby's face the first time someone brought her here" Miranda replied confidently.

"Who delivered the baby? Do you still remember that?" carlo asked again half-urgently Miranda. He leaned over while holding the old woman's arms together, until Miranda looked a little grimace. Although at that time the grip of Carlo's hand was not as strong as when he faced the enemy, but for a woman still it was very painful.

"Carlo, stop!" Immediately, Miabella pulled the bodyguard to release Miranda and slightly moved away from her. Miabella kept the man in custody, until she became much calmer. Carlo was not like him at the time. While Miranda was also very surprised at the attitude of one of the children who were in his care first. The old woman held onto her chest, and tried to calm herself down.

"I'm sorry, Miranda" said Carlo later with a regretful look.

"Why do you look so agitated, son?" miranda asked without responding to Carlo's apology.

"I ... I just ...." Carlo doesn't know what to say. He looked angry at that moment. The calmness that became his trademark, was not visible at all. "Tell me what the man who brought me here was like, Miranda," asked Carlo then after a moment of silence to neutralize any feelings that began to bother him.

Miranda did not answer immediately. The old woman directed a gaze out the window. In the garden that has also been renovated, it looks like children with an age range of about five to twelve years. Semuamya is playing. They are so cheerful despite having to bear the fact that life lived is not as normal as children in general. Such was the childhood of Carlo, who he spent in a halfway house until Adriano took him on a trip to Monaco.

"That night, a woman knocked on the door of this halfway house. She was holding a handsome ten-month-old baby who was sound asleep. That woman is so beautiful. She has dark hair, just like you. Without being willing to mention his identity, he handed you over to me, " Miranda began the story.

"You who are sleeping soundly, then wake up and cry. The woman had suckled you until she fell asleep again. Then he gave you to me" Miranda said.

"If my mom's still alive, then why are you keeping it a secret? Why are you saying that I'm a kara?" carlo protested with an emphasis-tone tone. It was obvious that the man was struggling with anger within him.

"Your mother asked me to do that. He told her to be considered dead, so you wouldn't try to find her. He didn't expect you to meet to ask anything" Miranda explained.

"I'm just carrying out the mandate, because I don't know why your mother was acting that way either." Miranda stared fixedly at Carlo who looked so serious that her facial muscles stiffened.

"Why would a mother leave her child alone?" miabella asked as she did. It was the same thing that she had, when Mia left herself with Damiano.

"Before the woman left, she mentioned your name. Carlo. That's the name that came out of him. He also gives ...." Miranda was stunned for a moment. "Oh, jeez!" he fell a moment later. He frowned which started to wrinkle with age. "It turns out my memory isn't as sharp as you say, Carlo. I forgot that your mother gave me the package and asked me to keep it well."

"At first I kept the thing, because your mother told me to hand it over to you when you were a teenager. When you moved the room, I put the package under your shoes. I totally forgot. I'm sorry, Carlo." Miranda shook her head inexplicably, because she had felt negligent in carrying out a message.

Carlo, who had calmed down a lot, came back closer to Miranda. He lowered his body in a half-squatted position. Grasped hands wrapped in wrinkled skin, then kissed with feeling. "I'm the one who should be apologizing to you" said Carlo softly. "You're the best mom for all of us in this place. Your patience and patience should be rewarded more than what you get. I feel lucky because Mr. Adriano is so kind to us." Carlo again kissed Miranda's hands which he still held.

After a conversation filled with inner upheaval for Carlo, they decided to take a walk around the place. Especially because Miranda had to take medicine and rest. The old woman was completely independent. He does not want to be served by anyone as long as he is able to move.

While Carlo told a lot to Miabella. He showed most of the childhood he spent in the halfway house. Carlo takes Miabella around, though the entire part of the place has changed completely. They even get lost because they chose the wrong path.

"Basic suck!" siabella's lips.

"This place has completely changed, miss. I'm just coming back now" said the man with the new jeans biker jacket, and then himself with his left hand.

"Come," asked Carlo while pulling Miabella's hand.

"Where?" ask the girl while following Carlo's steady pace which is quite fast.

"I have a secret place. Whether it was still there or not" Carlo replied without letting go of his hand. He continued to lead Miabella towards the back door of the magnificent building that Carlo felt was becoming much wider compared to decades ago.

The two lovebirds walked along the path with the weeds on the edges. Miabella had no idea where Carlo was going to take her, especially when they had to break through the tall grasses. Deftly, Charles flung it over, making way for Miabella.

"Where are we going?" ask the girl. However, his question was soon answered, as they arrived near a small lake with a wooden bridge that jutted into the middle for several meters. Miabella was silent. The beautiful girl looked around the place. He just found out that in a big suburb like Milan, there are still locations with such a natural feel.

"It's not a natural lake. I know they intentionally made it. Therefore the size of this lake is not too broad" explained Carlo. "Then, my two friends and I used to spend an afternoon here during the summer. We swim. Whether Miranda knew it or not" Carlo recalled with a glaring look. A smile was painted on the corner of the man's lips.

However, Carlo's smile instantly faded, when a girl's subtle greeting came to him. "Carlo, is that you?"