The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Obstructed Rules

Carlo was instantly stunned. He then looked. "Why?" tanyakanya.

"Where are you going? Are you going?" ask Miabella. His strange attitude, making the man the owner of many tattoos even more astonished. "I order you to stand next to me" said Miabella.

"I just meant to get you a drink, miss," said Carlo, who later complied. He stood on the left side of Miabella, standing guard like an aide. While the girl began to taste the dishes made by the bodyguard.

As usual, Carlo's cooking was always friendly on the tongue. The man was used to doing kitchen activities, because during his stay at the halfway house he often helped Miranda.

Yes, at that time the residents of the halfway house were not like now. They all look like one big family. Miranda also only employs one person to help him take care of everything, so there are some children who are considered able to be handed the task of seconded. As a result, at this time Carlo is not too difficult if only just cooking or washing dishes.

The attention of the handsome man with the black round neck t shirt earlier, continued to be fixed on Miabella who bribed her food for a long time. The girl even tends to silence her spoon more, after one feed. Carlo then took a plate filled with food in front of Miabella, then pulled the girl's hand to follow her.

"Hey, what the fuck are you?" Miabella intended to protest, although her voice was quite slow. He did not want to wake the servants stationed not far from the kitchen.

"Eating at the dinner table would be much better" said Carlo leading the girl to the dining room.

"I don't want to eat there," Miabella refused immediately, making Carlo stop and turn his head.

"Then, where do you want to eat?" tanyakanya. "I will obey whatever you want if it can make you eat normally, not just play it with a spoon. It's frank that I'm so offended, miss. Does that mean my cooking is not good?" hatch Carlo.

"I need time to chew and swallow food. You think I'm a hippo!" the Miabella protest.

Carlo, who had just reprimanded the lady with a serious look, immediately put on a smile. "If only there were a hippo as slender as you are" she chimed in Miabella's words.

"Are you going to date her?" Miabella looked strangely at the bodyguard who only rubbed his nape.

"From my loneliness," said Carlo. While Miabella immediately turned her face, because she did not want Carlo to see a small smile at the ridiculous answer of the bodyguard. "alright. So, where do you want to eat?" tanyanya. Miabella just pointed at the opening in the living room.

Without much protest, Carlo took her there. The two of them sat cross-legged on the floor facing each other. Carlo, who was still holding a plate and spoon, did not feel hesitant to feed Miabella. The girl did not refuse either. Carlo often does such things, whenever Miabella is sulking to not want to eat.

"You know what, Carlo?" miabella asked looking at the man before her. "If you choose not to marry to keep me, then I will do the same" she said, chewing her food.

"You mean?" Carlo doesn't understand.

"I don't know if there will be someone who can take care of me as well as you. You understand everything I want without having to say it" Miabella explained.

"You think the master and mistress of D'Angelo would allow their beautiful daughter not to marry for life, just for the sake of a bodyguard like me?" Carlo smiled wryly. He returned to scooping food, then fed Miabella. "Also, if I can understand you well without you having to say, why at this time I don't understand why you're acting so strange. I guess, this is not just because of the monthly cycle," Carlo thought as he shook his head slowly.

"If you want to look like the three of them, then you have to get married and have children" Carlo interjected Miabella. She still looked very calm and only smiled knotfully, as Miabella glared at him in protest.

"I told you that I wouldn't get married if you didn't either" Miabella said.

"Then, if I get married then you'll get married. Is that so?" Carlo raised his eyebrows. "What kind of decision is that?" he thought without stopping to feed Miabella until without feeling the rest of the food was only a few more spoons.

"Ah, yes! I'm sure after this you'll marry Delana soon," said Miabella again.

"Who said?" Carlo breathed out slowly.

"I just said it. You look with and are familiar. You kept smiling and even laughing while talking to the young lady. There can't be doubted. I know that she likes you, Carlo," Miabella said confidently.

However, Carlo only laughed softly as he responded. "We cannot be friends if Delana doesn't like me" Carlo said lightly.

"That means you like her too" said Miabella again still throwing her eyes off Carlo.

"That's something very different, Miss," refuted the thirty-four-year-old man, who was waiting for Miabella to return to direct attention to her.

"What's different? I see Delana likes you. His eyes look very different when he looks at you." Miabella still confirmed her opinion.

"I don't pay much attention to that. After all, have you no other discussion than about Delana? We've been talking about it since last afternoon. This is something unusual for you, miss. You've never been this way before."

Miabella was silent again. He seemed to be thinking of something. Not long after, the beautiful girl turned her gaze to Carlo. The girl's eyes looked sad. "I feel that you're going far, far away so that I can't hear your voice anymore. I don't know why all of a sudden such a thought just popped into my head," said Miabella softly and slightly quivering.

This time, it was Carlo's turn to be silent. He stared fixedly at the beautiful girl with his pair of beautiful eyes. The face was familiar to him for every curve, even though only Carlo touched once in a while, and with very clear reasons. "Why are you so afraid of losing me, miss?" tanyakanya. Carlo's voice sounded so deep. The man's look and look, implying a hope that Miabella will give an answer.

However, it turns out that Miabella prefers to be silent. He just stared fixedly at the handsome man before him.

Seeing Miabella who was just speechless, Carlo immediately placed the dishes on the floor. His hands were stocky with tattoos that adorned him, stretched out and directly touched Miabella's smooth cheeks. Carlo stroked it for a while. The girl was lulled, shutting her eyes, especially when Carlo's hand began to slip into the back of the neck. The man crept slowly, then brought his face closer until Miabella could feel his breath.

Miabella continued to be silent with her eyes closed. He knew that Carlo was already very close to him. Their lips are almost touching. One small movement, then the linkage will happen.

In such an atmosphere, Carlo forgot for a moment from thinking about his true identity. He also lulled and almost hit the boundaries and regulations that have been affirmed to him.

The rule? Suddenly Adriano's face appeared in Carlo's memory, with his stern words coming back ringing in the man's ears. Instantly, the owner of the blue eyes removed his hand from Miabella's neck. "I can't" he said, taking Miabella's pretty face away. "I can't do it." The man nodded firmly.