The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Rosa Blu

"Delana?" Carlo mentioned the name of the young lady who was walking towards him. She is a very sweet looking person with straight, long, shiny black hair. Delana tied her hair using a wide rope made into a fairly large ribbon knot. The color is also in line with the midi dress she wears. Really young women are so polite and feminine when viewed in terms of appearance.

"Yes, God. You ...." Delana is speechless. He just rushed straight into Carlo's arms looking surprised. While Miabella was only fixated on noticing the scene before her. "Ah, sorry." Delana immediately broke down the embrace, then took a step back from before Carlo. "I just can't believe I met you here. I don't think you're going back to Italy" said the young woman.

Carlo smiled kindly. He then turned to Miabella who was just standing still. "I was placed in Monaco by Mr Adriano. However, since Ms. Miabella decided to stay and take care of the de Luca winery, then I came here too" he explained.

"Oh, so this is Miss Miabella?" Delana turned her attention to the beautiful girl with a much more fashionable look than her modest self. "How are you, Miss? You must not remember me at all. I used to come to your birthday party at Casa de Luca." Delana was friendly and warm to Miabella.

Not with Miabella. The girl just stared strangely at Delana. After a while, he gave a small smile.

Carlo, who knew the master's daughter very well, could already guess that Miabella was disturbed. That's what Carlo still feels weird about. Although it is an adult, but the girl he has been guarding everywhere is still comfortable with only certain people. "Are you tired, Miss?" ask Carlo to make small talk.

"Not really," replied Miabella. "I want to go there" he pointed to the wooden bridge that jutted into the middle of the artificial lake earlier.

"May, but be careful because I remember the funds are quite deep" suggested Carlo.

"Don't worry. I'm good at swimming" Miabella said as if she didn't want to be considered a child and underestimated. While Delana was astonished by the attitude and tone of Miabella's speech that sounded so tight to Carlo.

However, another case with Carlo who actually laughed softly at the girl's answer. "It's not so, Miss. If you fall and fall into the lake, then all your clothes will get wet. We still have an hour's drive back to Brescia. Unless you're willing to borrow clothes from Miranda," she said, shaking her head slowly. He tried to make fun of Miabella. In fact, Carlo knew that the girl was already starting to get upset with him.

"Sta a te! (whatever!)," sneered Miabella as she walked away from Carlo. He passed by without looking at Delana who was still staring in wonder at him. However, the young woman did not dare to comment, considering she knew who Miabella Conchetta was.

Miabella walked on the wooden bridge, then stood up while looking at the sparkling lake water when exposed to the sunlight. While Carlo talked to Delana. "Have you met Miranda?" ask the black haired beauty. Delana is five years younger than Carlo.

"I talked to him earlier, but Miranda had to take medicine and rest" Carlo replied. The man then mumbled softly. "Again, I still have plenty of time here. So, you can come here anytime," he said later.

“Create that? I'm so glad to hear it.” Delana looked so happy. “Can I save your contact number?” ask the young lady.

“Of course." Carlo immediately reached into the phone from inside the pocket of the jacket he was wearing, then mentioned his contact number. While the fingers of the man also moved agilely save the phone number of his childhood friend earlier. "I don't think you're living here anymore" Carlo said after putting his phone back in his jacket pocket.

"I don't know where to go. There is no job that can really make me feel comfortable. After all, Miranda still needs me here, too" Delana explained with a soft speech.

"Aren't you planning on getting married yet?" ask Carlo again.

"Ah, come on don't talk about it," declined Delana's embarrassment. "A year ago I had a relationship with someone, but it's a pity because I had to run aground in the middle of the road" said the woman with the unique hair tie.

"It sounds so much better than I always was alone" Carlo joked.

While from a distance, Miabella occasionally steals glances until she finally notices Carlo with a strange feeling that she cannot explain. Especially when he saw Carlo and Delana both laughing. Not to mention when the hand of Carlo who repeatedly patted the young woman's shoulder.

Miabella exhaled her coarse breath, then immediately turned her gaze in the other direction. For a while he waited for Carlo to chat warmly, until the beautiful girl's legs felt tingling from standing too long. He also decided to approach Carlo who seemed not to want to move from there. “I want to go home. It's up if you still want to be here,” Miabella said in a slightly slender tone.

“Is there a problem in the estate, Miss?” carlo asked a little worried.

“No problem whatsoever. I shouldn't have left the farm too long. It's okay if you still want to be here, I can order a taxi online,” Miabella replied still with an exasperated look.

“Sure. See you later, Carlo. Let me know if you have time. Maybe sometime we can book a place on Rosa Blu,” cetus Delana again showed off her sweet smile.

“What is Rosa Blu?” miabella asked while linking her eyebrows.

“It was an up-and-coming cafe in downtown Milan, Miss. Many young children spend time there,” explained Delana with sparkling eyes.

“That's a very good idea. You should also come if you have free time, miss. It's good that you can take the time to have fun,” said Carlo.

“I will think,” said Miabella flat while reaching out and greeting Delana with a stiff movement. The beautiful girl immediately turned around and stepped away without saying anything more.

“Pardon the attitude of Miss Miabella, Delana. He does not get along easily with strangers. However, once she is close to someone, you will see that the girl has a very kind and sincere personality,” Carlo explained when Delana was a little astonished at Miabella's attitude.

“Ah, it's okay. Don't think too much, Carlo. I understand the nature of the rich people that I have known. They are often arrogant and at will,” said Delana while shaking her hand.

“Oh, no. You wrong. Miss Miabella is not someone like that. She was really special,” refuted Carlo with a meaningful look in the eye. A faint smile was also created on his thin lips.

“You sound like you're defending a lover.” Delana smiled wryly, making the atmosphere awkward.

“Ah, stop. We continue this chat next time.” Carlo thrust out a hand that was immediately welcomed by the beautiful young lady.

“See you later, Carlo. Hopefully it does not matter if I occasionally call or send messages to you,” said Delana.

“Oh, no problem at all. Contact me whenever you want.” Carlo nodded then turned his head. Half-running he followed in the footsteps of Miabella who was already very far ahead. The girl had even returned to the halfway house building, and rushed towards the courtyard of the place where Carlo parked his motorcycle.

In a hurry, Carlo approached Miabella. The beautiful girl was already standing next to her big motorbike with a sullen face. “I thought you had forgotten me,” half exclaimed, as Carlo walked over.

“How could I have forgotten you, Miss." Carlo chuckled as he grabbed Miabella's helmet and put it on the girl's head. He also put on a jacket before putting on his own. Dashingly, Carlo rode the bike and waited until Miabella sat comfortably in the back seat. Shortly after, he drove the bike slowly leaving the orphanage area.

“Hold me, Miss,” tell Carlo when he feels that Miabella is not also wrapping her hands around her stomach, just like the girl did when she left earlier.

“Not necessary. I'm more comfortable this way,” reject Miabella immediately.

“Hm.” Carlo took a deep breath. I don't know what made the lady sulk like that. However, in a matter of seconds he had found a way out so that Miabella was cheerful again.

Carlo slowed down the pace of his bike and then pulled over. He reached into his pants pocket to pick up the phone, then typed something in there. Not long after, Carlo put the phone on a special device in the middle of the handlebar, then put forward the motor.

Miabella was astonished when Carlo had passed the turn of the road to Brescia. The beautiful man continued to drive his motorcycle to the city center. Inwardly, Miabella was very curious as to where Carlo would take her. However, he was too lazy to ask.

In the end, Carlo's motorbike stopped in the shopping district of Milan. He parked his bike right in a modern minimalist style building, but still impressed luxurious. “Come,” take Carlo with you after removing the helmet.

“What is this place?” ask Miabella. He stayed too long in Monaco, so he hardly recognized Italy well.

“This is Rosa Blu,” Carlo replied with a sweet smile.