
Fabian stayed at our cottage of course, while he was taking care of the purchase of the land, and his own work because after breakfast until night he was never on the farm. This morning I had the opportunity to introduce her to my mother.
“Mamma... It's Fabricio Bova, he's the one who helped us get that land. Mr. Bova, this is my mother Anamaria Minetti.”
“Zia (auntie), honor to meet you.” She stood up to greet my mother, while my mother kissed her cheek.
“Who Fabricio...Bova?” Mom repeated her name.
“You can call me Fabian Zia. “
“Ahh Fabian, it's easier. Thank you for helping us, helping Monica. And you're so handsome, my God, your mother must be blessed.” Fabian laughed off hearing Mamma's blatant praise.
“Zia, you are also blessed to have a child like Monica and your cooking is perfecto. “ Of course the hands of all Italians come to talk if they praise someone's cooking. Mother always received praise for her recipe with a big smile. “Aibi, let's sit..”
“You have business around here too.”
“Ah, yes Aunty, I have some restaurant and pub investment, not here but in Catania.” city Catania is about 45 minutes away, not too far from us, and is also our provincial city.
“Ohhh apparently you have a lot of effort. Thank you for helping us get Lucas' land. Monica told me she had absolutely no intention of selling it to us. Really too, he just toyed with us.”
“Ahh take it easy Aunty, when your new restaurant opens, she will invite me.”
“Of course. Thanks for that Fabian, Aunty will not bother you, happy breakfast okay.”
“Thanks Zia.” Mother left us.
“Your mother is friendly once.” I smiled at Fabian.
“You can't rest heh, instead the harvest is done?”
“It is finished, we are pruning(cleaning twigs), olive is still not finished, farm is still running, and there is still a lot of work before winter vine and olive dormant in December and January. And we keep growing certain vegetables. There's a big greenhouse area here. The contract of my supplier local supermarket must be fulfilled.”
“Ahh so apparently, I thought I would take you for a walk to Catania this weekend...” Streets with him. God, is Don Juan trying to tease me now.
“My work is still a lot Fabian . Thank ye. I left you ..”
“OK, see you later in the afternoon.”
I left her with a small smile. He wanted to take me for a walk into the city. It was tempting, but falling into Don Juan's temptation like Fabian is too dangerous, he doesn't live here, not an islander, it's impossible to start with him. Don't think about it Monica... He and Guilio were just as dangerous.
I have to take a long breath. Better to keep yourself working.
“Monica!” I heard a voice that I knew when I was at the cafe restaurant. Guilio, he's here. His hair was ruffled in the wind, you can imagine with a casual look with a leather jacket and t-shirt he could make the women of this one restaurant see him when he came, he said, This woman has an unparalleled charm.
“Guilio, when did you get here.” He sat with me at the bar. “You want to drink.”
“Hmm no, but that cannoli looks good .. Have you got your land? Before I go to Hong Kong if it's not over it doesn't feel calm. I have to ask Bianca to help you determine the winery plant.” He sat in front of me at the bar.
Canoli