The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
A Cup Of Gelato's

Miabella did not come down from the bike. The twenty-two-year-old girl still seemed to be sulking towards Carlo who had taken off his helmet and placed it in front of his chest. Carlo then ruffled the hair slightly soaked by sweat. "All right, so what do you want now?" tanyakanya. Carlo's attitude at that time was like a man who was persuading his beloved lover when sulking.

"I don't want anything" replied Miabella ketus without taking off the helmet she was wearing.

"Yes, already. Well then, you just wait here as long as I relax in the cafe" Carlo said. Calmly, he got off his bike without waiting for Miabella to get off first.

"What's? Where is your responsibility as my personal bodyguard?" the Miabella protest is still without taking off the helmet.

"This is proof of my responsibility to you, Miss. I brought you here, so I will practice. You can order whatever you want" said the man with black glasses adorning his handsome face.

"whatever?" miabella. Carlo immediately nodded. He smiled broadly when he saw the girl was willing to take off the helmet that he had not taken off. "I have to bring the helmet inside, because it's a historical thing for Francy's aunt" he said, walking in and ahead of Carlo, who was still standing on the bike.

Miabella chose the table at the very end. At such hours the visitors are not too crowded, so there are some seats that are still empty. Just as the two of them were sitting down, a young servant immediately approached the two. He handed me a simple menu book. Miabella's attention was immediately drawn to the name gelato.

"I want gelato. Any flavor here?" ask Miabella. The girl seemed to have forgotten the annoyance she had brought from the halfway house.

"There are several flavor variants that can be tried. Among them are tiramisu, vanilla, espresso, rose petals, pistachio, dark ...."

"I want all" cut off Miabella without waiting for the waiter to mention all the flavors.

"Miss?" Carlo looked at the beautiful girl with a beckoned smile. While Miabella only returned with a forced smile.

"I want all" Miabella repeated to the waiter.

"Nothing else?" ask the confused looking waiter.

"none. Thank you," closed Miabella who seemed to drive away the waiter indirectly.

"I haven't ordered a coffee yet" Carlo protested.

"You don't need coffee. You just need something sweet, in order to maintain and increase the sweetness in you," said Miabella half insinuated.

"You mean?" carlo didn't understand.

"You think for yourself!" miabella replied back to being tight.

"God. You're really selfish." Carlo breathed out slowly. Not long after, Miabella's order came. The table they occupied, was now filled with gelato of various flavors.

"Look, Carlo. Don't they look so appetizing?" Miabella chose one of the flavors, then tasted it. From childhood until now, Miabella is still always busy when looking at ice cream and gelato.

"Take it," said Carlo, leaning his back against the back of the wooden chair he was sitting on.

"You sure you don't want to help me spend it?" miabella asked again as she raised her eyebrows.

"No, no" Charles refused. The man then smiled gently. He watched as Miabella was eating gelato like a child. For a while, Carlo's mind returned to his conversation with Miranda. Krasnyy Volk aka Red Wolf. The name appeared again in his shadow. I don't know what the relationship is between him and the organization. Then, not long after Fedor's name suddenly filled his memory.

"Why?" miabella asked who could hear the man's voice even though it was slow. Miabella is so similar to the late Matteo that has instinct and sharp hearing.

"It's okay," Carlo replied with a gentle smile.

"Are you thinking about your mother?" the girl asked suddenly, leaving Carlo speechless for a while. "Why don't you ask daddy zio for help looking for his whereabouts?" miabella advised lightly while continuing to enjoy the rest of the gelato in a cup patterned with the Italian state flag.

"No need. I don't want to trouble anyone. Anyway, you heard what Miranda said just now. My mother didn't want to be found or searched," Carlo refused with a disappointed look that he was trying to hide.

"Come, Carlo. Don't act like that" Miabella protested. "Had your mother been alive to this day, I'm sure she would have been curious and wanted to see your face as an adult" Miabella said as if giving encouragement to the bodyguard.

"Yes, but .. I don't know. I'm still confused." Carlo sounded a short complaint. He then took a cup of espresso flavored gelato as a substitute for coffee that he could not order. The dark-haired handsome man was enjoying every spoon of gelato that entered his mouth.

When Carlo was engrossed in the food, Miabella noticed it so closely. He must admit that the thirty-four-year-old man is very handsome and also sexy. Carlo is certainly a thousand times more masculine than Lucas who is a traitor and just wants to have fun. Miabella's thoughts then turned to Delana. The young lady looked good and sweet too. Her appearance was simple but very polite to the size of a young girl of today. Carlo also looks so familiar to him.

Miabella took a slow breath. The more he thinks, the more he wants to immediately spend the rest of the gelato that still has a few more cups. However, the grunts in his heart also continued to rebel and seemed to try to squeeze out of his lips. At the last mouthful of pistachio gelato, Miabella gave up. He put down the spoon, then looked back at Carlo who was also like he was in a deep state of mind.

"So, how close are you guys?" miabella asked in the end.

"Who?" Carlo, who had been silent and pensive since then, immediately responded to Miabella's question.

"Of course you and that girl. What's name?" Miabella knitted her eyebrows and acted like she was thinking.

"Delana?" Carlo frowned. He pretended he didn't know who Miabella meant.

"Ah, yes he is. Delane." Miabella smiles. A very forced smile.

"Me and Delana were friends for a long time, because we both spent time at the halfway house. Why why?" obviously Carlo. He asked Miabella. Carlo actually did not want to expect anything excessive, especially he had received a hard ultimatum from Adriano.

"It's okay. I see you guys are very familiar. Like lovers who have not met for a long time," said Miabella half-sinned or maybe he was luring Carlo to tell the truth. However, Carlo responded to Miabella's words with a crisp laugh. The man always faced everything casually.

"Why are you just laughing?" miabella Protest.

"Then, how should I go?" asked Carlo who seemed to want to tease the angry lady.

What Carlo did worked. Miabella snorted in annoyance. "If you have a lover, then that means you're getting married soon" miabella said innocently.

However, the beautiful girl's speech had succeeded in making Carlo who was about to light a cigarette, so it undoes the intention. He just flanked the cigarette without igniting it. "How can you think that far, miss?" Carlo frowned because he did not understand. He again intends to ignite his cigarette.

"Your age is thirty-four years old. Very mature age to get married. Sooner or later, you're going to walk away from me, for your future" Miabella said. His appetite to spend the rest of the gelato that still had a few more cups, disappeared instantly. Miabella felt full and no longer wanted to touch her favorite snacks.

Carlo again paused what he was going to do. The cigarette wasn't so he sulut. The man's gaze was fixed on a beautiful face that looked gloomy.

"I honestly don't care and never think about how old I am. If need be, I'll choose not to marry anyone, if it keeps me away from you."