The Woman Of THREE CROWN PRINCES
Non Posso Vivere Senza In Te Part 2. Pigrone
Dinner for Italians is both a recreation and a celebration, if you compare Italians to Londoners, from the first five seconds you know, you know, five Italians was enough to make the horde of conversations feel 10 people.
Italian does not mix food in one plate, buffee system is not running and not valid in our head. We run dinners with special rules, antipasto(appetizers), primo(the first main meal is usually pasta), secondo (the main protein food), and dolce(the cover).
An antipasto menu that usually consists of a combination of salad platter with oil only olive oil and balsamic vinegar, olives, artichokes, salmon, calamari, cure meat (processed meat eg bacon, sausage), and, processed cheese.
Our sausage is famous in the region, there is always an order, and circulating in local supermarkets, the owner of the recipe is Mother of course who is inherited from her mother again. He always received compliments for this. He enjoys his cooking time.
Chef who has been working for decades with the direction of Mother, if it is a matter of cooking, Mother is the master.
And about chatting with girls and women across the table there's an expert. I glanced at her appearance with just jeans and a body-fitting t-shirt causing the girls to blush her cheeks. I've seen this too often, so I ignored it and chatted with my other guests, while the next menu was taken out and the conversation continued lively until evening. The clink of the wine glass goes on during the dinner.
All the guests have returned, look at her style of making farewell greetings with the woman, she even gave them cheek kisses. Cheek kissing is a fairly common greeting among local Italian, with cheeks sticking together of course, not lips to cheeks.
"I need to help..." I helped the waiters clean the table a little.
"No need, go. Those girls aren't waiting for you?"
"What do you mean?" He's looking at me.
"You didn't blink your eyes and ask someone among them for the room number or didn't you like it?" I see him like he's in the wrong place here. Why would he help me clean the table?
"Monica..." Now he looked at me in disbelief, raising his hand in the air while shaking his head.
"What's? Is something wrong? I've often seen you do it so easily." I want to laugh again. Either the idea of her running away from her boyfriend sounds really funny right now.
"I'm here avoiding my boyfriend..."
"Then?"
"I need to get away from all the women now." Ahh it's interesting, why should he stay away from all the women?
"Don't you just have to find a match, why should you avoid it?"
"So I guess I'm immune and I don't have feelings for women, I don't know what suits me, why I'm always afraid of the word commitment. I don't have a family that's okay. But why haven't I found anyone who fits me."
"Hm.... " I just heard of such a method. "Is so. So you mean you just want to fast dating and approach women? Then I'll just start again." I concluded what I heard.
"That's how it is." It was a little unusual for the size of a Guilio. But well, maybe a little fasting could make her feel the quiver of love she wants again. "What do you think."
"Hmm. I don't know. I guess the one who threw himself was always there, I was wondering if you could hold it." I grimaced wide. "So right that girl didn't whisper her room number?"
"He said it." I laughed as I thought. "You don't influence me. I'm not going there."
"Ohhh really."
"Replace the Monic topic, how is the season, your business is good." I nodded, telling her how her help to put my travel brochure in her hotel chain turned out to have a good impact.
"I want to buy new land. But I also want to buy my shares again. Do you need your money, Guilio."
"No.no, use your advantage to grow first. I never took advantage of me either. I've been so happy to see you progress these three years." He's always been a good discussion buddy when he's talking business.
"alright... I'll do it."
"How could your ex-husband still dare to bother you?" I'm shaking.
At the age of 29 I had fallen in love and lived with Raoul, but it turned out that the man was just a parasitic man, I thought he was romantic, handsome, attentive, could work well.
What he did was just hitchhiking and working lazily. We had a fight for over a year since we were together and then he came back and tried to start over. And ask for money...That parasitic man, shameless... Pigrone said we. (literally: bones of slackers)
"No, after you gave him a raw bogem and threatened him he never came again, ..."
"I told you he's not a good person. I knew from the first look at it, the bragging cocksucker." He did say Raoul was full of shit, at first I didn't believe it. But I ended up crying admitting it and she just sighed hearing my story while calming me down.
"You know, Guilio, after many failed attempts, I also sometimes say simpler life alone is sometimes, more quiet, but that little spark of love sometimes makes things very beautiful." He chuckled, listening to me as he emptied his glass.
"Hmm. I don't know. I don't know either. You seem to prefer to be a nun ahead of me."
"I just want to live a simple life when, managing this farm, accompanying guests, seeing my workers able to live, seeing wine being sweet, maybe a child praising my past. But it doesn't seem as easy as it looks." I looked at the wine in my glass and looked at it.
We were both silent and sitting down in September, the busy autumn harvest was still going to be enjoyable. Season grapes are harvested, pistachios and almonds and fichi d'India which only grow in sweet Sicily have been picked.
fichi d'India's'
But sometimes I get a little lonely. When there was Raoul he could fill a lot of colors in my story, but then he gave me the fact that he just wanted to make life easier by just flattering me.
I don't take that fucking Pigrone.
"Drink again Guilio, why do we both look so pathetic like this." I split the wine in the bottle and laughed. "You really don't want to go to his room..."
"I will not go to the girl's room, I choose celibacy with wine..."
"Meno male Guilio! Sono cosin contento che sei vivo." (Thank God Guilio! I'm so happy to find you alive now!”) And he laughed at my blatant insinuations.
Make no mistake in the next few days I'm not sure he can survive.