The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
A Beam of Memories

A moonlight appeared in the night sky of Brescia. His shade accompanied the silent atmosphere that enveloped the Casa de Luca. The magnificent building now looks more and more deserted, because only Damiano and Coco occupied it, along with several servants. The quiet atmosphere was increasingly felt, because Miabella had been brought to Monaco. There was no sound of the cheerful laughter of the little girl who used to run around the room, and made the servants a little overwhelmed.

Damiano spent more time on the plantation during the day, and went straight into the room when night fell.

And so is Coco. The curly-haired man always busied himself in the workshop. However, he always made sure to go home on time. Coco is very worried about Damiano's old age. He never left the man, even though they didn't mingle too often. Therefore, if he misses the lover, then Francesca will come to visit Brescia.

That night, Coco stood alone and pensively near the opening of the living room of the Casa de Luca building. His gaze glared far, penetrating several years ago. Fly through the sky and split the ocean, until he came to a memory with a friend who he had considered like a sibling, Matteo de Luca.

There are many moments that the two of them pass together, maybe even too much so that Coco feels confused and does not know what things she did not pass with her friend.

Still imagined in his memory, when they were both on the path of education in one of the famous universities of New York City.

“Where else are you going?” matteo asked with his torn jeans. He sat on one of the living room couches of the apartment they both occupied. The gray-eyed man seems to have been comfortable with long hair since he was a teenager, until he grew up.

“Today I have no race schedule. So, I'm gonna watch one of my colleagues from the edge of the circuit. Don't you want to come, Amico?” tawar Coco who has appeared neat with her flagship style.

“No,” reject Matteo immediately. “You sure you're going?” the question again convinced Coco. At that time, Matteo was busy playing play station while enjoying a pack of snacks that he put on the table.

“Yes. It was much better than being alone with a man in the same apartment, ” Coco chirped. “Again, shortly after this we will soon graduate and return to Italy. It feels hard to leave this country,” Coco who was about to leave, chose to sit for a moment on one of the sofas not far from Matteo.

The man looked serious on the television screen. Both hands look dexterous and so flexible to press the buttons on the PS stick in his grip.

“Italian girls are no less beautiful. You will not be lonely there,” Matteo said without looking at Coco.

“Ah, no. It's not about the girls, Amico,” denied Coco looked worried. He then moved closer to his best friend. A snack that Matteo enjoys. Without excuse, he reached into the food wrapper and enjoyed it. While Matteo between conscious and not with the behavior of Coco at that time, because he was too focused on the game he was playing on the television screen.

“You know not if my career is doing well now in racing. One more stage, I can break through the professional class. Do you think I should return to Italy soon?” Coco sounded doubtful. Once again he reached into the snack pack that was on the table. The man enjoyed it again and again.

“Yes, then my dad will keep asking about you. Amazing, your life is just to trouble me!” grunts Matteo turned to Coco for a moment.

Hearing Matteo's words, instead of being offended but Coco just laughed. He was happy to make his best friend upset. However, not long after, Coco then stood up and tidied up her jacket. “Ya, already. I'm going first. If anyone's looking for me, just tell me I'm not feeling well and can't be bothered,” the message while breezing to the door. In a hurry Coco left Matteo who at that time seemed to put on an irritated look, after realizing that the snack had run out.

“You're really fucking!” exclaimed Matteo annoyed.

Coco just laughed from behind the door. Coco's amused laughter at that moment, now turned into a smile full of bitterness. Without feeling it, a single tear fell on the corner of his lips. A year has passed since Matteo's departure. However, the sadness has not been cured.

“You haven't slept, Son?” damiano's voice resuscitated Coco from all her daydreams. Immediately, the man rubbed the cheeks and corners of his lips, until there were no visible remnants of the pain he had been trying to cover up.

Coco then turned to Damiano who was already standing next to her.

“You haven't slept either, Damiano?” he asked back.

“Mia hasn't contacted you yet?" ask Coco. Damiano responded with a soft belt. "May D’Angelo forever be kind to Mia and Miabella. Marco told me that D'Angelo came to the Palace de Luca in Palermo. Do you think he's serious about helping Mia uncover Theo's death?” Coco was still staring at the man who had become a father figure to her.

Damiano breathed out slowly. “I do not know near Adriano D’Angelo. However, in the eyes of my parents this .. seems to have a sincere heart. I hope I didn't mistake it. I love Mia and Miabella. I certainly hope for the best for them. Mia is young. He has the right to move on, even though we know how much he feels about Matteo,” Damiano lowered his face for a moment. The two of them fell silent, with glaring gazes at the same moonlight.

After a moment of silence, Coco finally heard the sound of long breaths. “I miss him so much, Damiano. I really miss Matteo ..” Coco turned her face away from Damiano. He didn't want the old man to see the tears coming back down his cheeks. “The last time I cried was when my parents were gone. At that time Matteo came and took me in a new life. Then, at this time it was he who left me,” over time Coco was heard too and she could not bear it anymore.

He was caught up in it on that fateful day. He who went straight to the hospital, was immediately treated to the body of his beloved friend who had frozen with a pale face. Coco put aside all the shame in front of everyone. He just wanted to hug his best friend for longer, even though Matteo was no longer able to return his embrace. Unlike before, when they both got happiness and celebrated with a wide laugh and warm embrace typical of friendship.

Damiano patted Coco's back slowly. He tried to give strength to the man, although in his heart Damiano was equally devastated. “Roberto, Gabriela and Matteo. They are the perfect family. Not in the world, not in heaven. Now, they have returned together, re-assembled as before. For me who is old, death feels much easier than living life like this,” he said with eyes glaring.

“What should we do, Damiano? I feel like I'm losing my way,” Coco's crying sounds getting louder. In the end, Coco turned around and hid her face on Damiano's shoulder.

Lovingly, the wise old man grabbed Coco's head and rubbed her curls.

“Do not, Son. Hang in. God still gives us life to this day. That means, there are tasks that we have to carry out and complete. I believe there's a point behind all this. Don't make Theo's death a waste,” Damiano said as he held back his tears. Damiano immediately wiped a tear before falling on his cheek, though he was unable to stop it.

The sadness had to be paused when Damiano's phone rang out loud enough. Half puzzled, she wiped away the tears and answered the phone call. It's rare that Damiano gets a call in the middle of the night, if not something so precarious. Incidentally, too, because he came out of the room with his cell phone in his pants pocket.

The middle-aged man's chest immediately thumped quite loudly, when he saw Marco's name on the screen. Curiosity, made him immediately greet the son of Antonio de Luca.

“What's up, Marco? Why are you calling me these nights? Did something happen?” ask Damiano who can't hide his worries. However, the man with gray hair was trying to stay calm. Coco was busy wiping away her tears. He must also soon be able to control himself. Coco doesn't want Marco to find out that she just finished crying over Matteo's death.

“Damiano, is Coco there? I want to talk to him. It's about Matteo's case,” Marco's voice is heard from across there.

Immediately, Damiano handed over his phone to Coco. The man accepted it, though he occasionally looked busy wiping the tears that still melted on the cheeks. “What's up, Marco? Did you call my number too? I put the phone in the room,” he explained without being asked. Sometimes he takes a quick breath to calm himself.

“Adriano called me. He said to get you ready soon. Adriano D'Angelo, invite us to meet. The soon! You and me, we'll go to Monaco tomorrow morning!” obviously Marco with no pause at all.

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