The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Special Breakfasts

Mia, who was still staring at Adriano, finally stopped rebelling when she realized that she would physically never win against the man, even though Adriano was drunk. He chose to remain silent until Adriano herself loosened her arms. Both Adriano's hands finally drooped weakly on the side of his strapping body that was still wearing full clothes. The man's roar of breath was regular, signifying that he had already begun to fall asleep.

Slowly, Mia got up without making a sound. The shoes are still attached to Adriano's feet. Mia also removed the tuxedo and buckle that tied around her waist.

Careful, the woman unbuttoned some clothes and loosened her shirt. Mia knows, Adriano used to sleep bare-chested. However, he was not able to turn the body of the man who was hit by a heavy hangover. Mia decided to cover it, then lay down next to her husband with her back to him. He did not realize that he was asleep until the light of the morning sun shone through the window curtain that was slightly fluttering in the wind.

Mia rubbed her eyes and realized that one of the shutters had not closed completely. When she saw the digital clock already showing at seven in the morning, Mia got up and immediately stood up. He lifted the curtains and opened the windows wide.

For a moment the brown-eyed woman turned to Adriano. The husband still snored slowly. Apparently the influence of alcohol has not completely disappeared, so he decided to tidy up and then went out of the room. His first goal was to see Miabella in his room before making breakfast for Adriano.

Miabella was already squirming on the bed. “You're up, honey?” mia asked as she approached her little daughter.

“Good morning, Mom,” Reply Miabella. Her pillow face looks so adorable, making Mia unable to bear to not kiss her cheeks so many times.

“Are you still sleepy? You can sleep again if you want,” bargain Mia softly.

Miabella shook her head quickly. “I want to get up and play with Daddy Zio,”.

“Your Daddy Zio is still sleeping, honey. Do you want to wait until you wake up?” ask Mia again.

“Sure, Mother. I'll be waiting next to Daddy Zio. Take me to her room now,” whine Miabella with a funny look.

“Alright, but before that let mom clean your body and tidy your hair first,” Mia said as she stroked Miabella's head.

“Usually a black-haired aunt tidied up my hair, Mom. Looks like aunt is still sleeping now,” Miabella's babbling makes Mia frown.

“Black-haired aunt?” muttered. However, the next second Mia did not care much about what Miabella said because she still had other intentions after preparing the princess, which is to cook something for Adriano.

Moments later, Miabella is already beautiful with a tiny lacy dress and a hairy bando that adorns her head. Mia let the beautiful hair of her little princess who had been neat, perfectly unraveled. “Bella, do you want to come with me?” tawar Mia's.

“Where?” miabella's gray round eyes looked sparkling.

“What if we cook a special meal for your Daddy Zio,” replied Mia with a big smile.

“Assyc! I want!” Miabella jumped in joy. He did so until the two of them arrived at the mansion's vast and luxurious kitchen.

There were many waiters there who were busy preparing dishes. They briefly paused for a moment, then bowed respectfully to Mia who was standing clumsy. “Is there anything we can help you with, Mistress?” ask one of the servants.

“Ah, I want to cook something for my husband. Do you know her favorite menu?” Mia asked back.

The servants looked at each other, then shook their heads. “Mr Adriano rarely eats at the mansion, Madam. He travels a lot and rarely comes home, ” answered wrongly

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“Maybe Madam can try French cuisine,” someone said. Mia and Miabella immediately turned to the owner of the voice.

“Black haired aunt!” miabella exclaimed with excitement while welcoming Olivia's presence there.

“Good morning, Beautiful Miss,” reply Olivia with her warm smile.

“Yes, geez. So, you're what my daughter meant?” half-swerving and holding back a laugh, Mia patted the girl's arm. “You're Olivia, right?”

“One stop, Madam. However, Miss Miabella would rather call me a black-haired aunt,” replied the young girl blushed.

“Aunty's hair is indeed black,” timpal Miabella with her slurred voice.

For a moment Olivia was stunned. However, she quickly took control of herself and smiled kindly at Mia. “Sure, Mistress. Follow me,” the girl directed Mia to the other side of the kitchen.

Olivia opened the refrigerator and took out the necessary ingredients. She taught Mia. Within an hour, the food was ready to be served. Mia then placed it on the tray and raised it carefully.

“Let me bring it for you, Mistress,” bargain Olivia.

“Not necessary. I can be alone,” reject Mia smooth while smiling gently to the girl. “Thank you very much for your help, Olivia,” he said sincerely before passing from the kitchen with Miabella.

The little girl walked up and down until she arrived at the door of the room occupied by Mia and Adriano.

“Open the door, Mom,” saying so, Miabella opened the door wide without knocking first. Adriano was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his head up with both hands. Adriano was so shocked when she saw Mia and Miabella stepping in. He saw the tray that was being carried by his wife.

“Good morning, Daddy Zio. Are you sick? My mother cooked something for you,” greet Miabella cheerfully while directly struggling in the lap of father.

“That's true, Darling?” Adriano grabbed onto Miabella's tiny body and hugged her. He tried to hold back his discomfort from a heavy hangover last night.

“Eat first,” Mia said. He is now standing right in front of Adriano, so it is gone already all the upset and upset that the man had felt when Mia smiled sweetly while offering a very appetizing breakfast menu.

“Thank you,” said Adriano Lirih.

“Olivia taught me. This is my first time cooking a French menu. Sorry if it feels weird,” Mia grimaces funny, pounding her heart awaiting Adriano's judgment.

"It's okay, Mia. I can understand him," Adriano said with a slight grimace. He then receives the tray that Mia offered and begins to taste Mia's food.

After one mouthful entered the mouth of the handsome man, Adriano glanced at Miabella and moved on to Mia. He was silent for a moment before smiling widely. “This is so good, Mia,” her blue eyes are rounded with a cheerful look, similar to the mimic of Miabella who just got a new toy.

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A few days have passed. As planned, Adriano invites Mia and Miabella to travel to America. At that time, Adriano was observing Mia who was sitting opposite to him. The beautiful woman seemed to close her eyes. Either she fell asleep or just deliberately avoided her blue eyes that never escaped Mia's face.

Next to his wife, Olivia sat looking out the window of his private plane while occasionally having a conversation with Miabella who was sitting parallel to Adriano. When told that they were going to America, Miabella continued to whine at Adriano to invite Olivia, who was usually called a black-haired aunt by the little boy. Adriano was forced to obey Miabella's wishes, so he had to rewind his departure plan just to take care of Olivia's visa.

“You don't rest, Mr Adriano?” ask Olivia. The girl had observed the handsome man who was staring intensely at Mia who was asleep. The feeling of tightness again filled the chest of the girl.

“No. I've had enough rest,” Adriano replied without looking over. The man turned his gaze to the laptop that had opened in his lap.

“Are we going for a walk, Daddy Zio?” asked Miabella enthusiastically.

“Ya, Baby. I'll take you wherever you want,” Adriano stroked Miabella's long hair gently. With her eyes closed, Mia listened intently to the interaction between her daughter and Adriano.

He recalled, when a few days ago when Adriano eagerly took him to America. He also manages all the papers related to travel abroad. “I'm starting to find the next clue, Mia. Are you willing to come and accompany me?” take Adriano that time. Without thinking long, Mia immediately agreed and here she is now.

Together with some of Andriano's men and Pierre Corbyn and Olivia, they spent eight hours in the air until arriving at Miami, Florida's international airport. Mia opened her eyes slowly. Miabella hugged Adriano's arm tightly, so the blue-eyed man had trouble operating his laptop. It was very surprising for Mia, because the little girl seemed to have known Adriano for a long time.

“Did you sleep well, Mia? We'll be landing soon. Fasten your seat belt,” said Adriano who caught Mia watching her secretly. The man's gaze at Mia always looked warm and gentle. With a flushed face, Mia nodded and did as Adriano told her to.

“Olivia,” Adriano is now turning to the young girl who is also constantly watching her. “In Florida later, I'll take Mia for some business. Please, take good care of Miabella if we go,” her door.

“Of course, Sir. With pleasure. After all, isn't that your main goal to take me,” Olivia smiled broadly, hiding her pain.

“Thank you for your understanding,” Adriano smiled at a glance, then was busy tidying up her luggage and helping tighten Miabella's seat belt. “A minute we'll be there, baby,” Adriano kisses the top of the little boy's head, then clasps his little fingers tightly.

Before long, Adriano's plane landed smoothly at the airport. After the pilot parked the plane in a hangar that Adriano had rented earlier, all passengers disembarked and were greeted by a man of Damiano's age. “Welcome to Miami, My friend,” welcome the man warmly.