Mafia Boy's Secret

Talk to Bella

JESSICA POV*

After Marcel left, between me and Bella there was only awkwardness that made us shut up and not dare to look at each other.

*Come on. It's been 10 minutes, and he's just quiet doang.*my inner.

"I don't know what to say, but I'll be honest." said the girl and made me look at her and look at her confusedly.

"Honestly? meaning?" ask me confused.

"Maybe my words will keep you away from me, but if I hide it the result will still be the same."

*He said a good word?* my inner.

"I like Mr. Marcel" he said, leaving me shocked to death.

"W-what!!?"

"Maybe it sounds disrespectful, because I don't respect you as a partner. But my feelings for Mr. Marcel have been for years, and my father has always said that the great man will be my husband someday."

"Maybe because my father always said that from childhood, I expected that great man. But, upon hearing that you are his future wife. I was so surprised and wished it was just a dream."

"But this morning I realized. Not always what I want I will get, and not always all my father's sweet words will be a sweet life for me too. So. I just want to congratulate you, you're so lucky to have such a great man as Mr. Marcel."

"And again, it seems like Master loves you very much. Seen when He looks at you with eyes filled with happiness."

As long as I hear her words, I can only be silent and stare at her who does not show that she is lying or acting.

"That's all I want to say, hopefully we can meet again next time" he said, then stood up.

"Hey! can you stay here? I need a friend." I said.

He looked at me with a surprised expression, but suddenly the tip of his lips was attracted and revealed a very sweet little smile.

"Alright, I'll stay here" he said with a happy smile, then sat back in his chair.

*Ah, stupid! you can say that, Jes! asatagm!* my inner self while turning my face away and repeatedly hitting my forehead.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Hearing that, I looked up and looked back, then said. "Of course."

"How old are you?" tanyakanya.

"I'm sorry if my question is impolite, I'm just curious" he continued.

"I'm the same age as Marcel, and your age?"

"Oh yeah!? I should have called you politely sorry for my disrespect, I'm really sorry" he said, standing up and bowing to me.

"That's okay, age doesn't matter, and again, it seems like your age isn't far with mine."

"My age is 17" he answered, then sat down.

"Oh, just 2 years away."

"It would be better if you spoke like before, just think of me as your friend."

"Friends? can I be your friend?" his speech was very happy, as if this was the question of getting a friend.

"Yes.I want to have a friend from another country, it looks like it will be very scary."

"The waiters told me, but from your face it was clear that you weren't Italian and your speech was quite different."

"Hahaha.iya, I'm from America. I've been learning your language for a long time, but it seems like my way of speaking is still like an outsider."

*Why can he change his expression so quickly? he's been like an actor.* my inner wonder.

"Actually if you speak your language, I can understand it as well." I said in English.

"Well.you're so great, are you learning like me?" he also changed his language.

"A little bit, I was taught by my brother. But now I'm not honing my skills."

"But your ability is very good, I was surprised when you speak English." he said.

"Not really, but thanks for the compliment."

"Oh yeah, until when did you live in Italy?"

"Tomorrow morning we'll be back."

"Quick that? when we just met, I still want to talk to you."

"How do we lose by exchanging phone numbers? we can message each other." he suggested.

"Alright, I'll take my phone first" I said.

As I was about to stand up, the girl suddenly stopped me by saying. "No need, let me receive your business card."

"Huh? I-I don't have a business card."

"Oh yeah? then let you give my business card to you" he said, then took something from the book he always carried.

He also gave me a black paper and a little gold on it shaped like a card, and written his name on it.

"That's my business card, it's written a number and an email. Even if it's not my personal number, but I'll reply to your message and give you my personal number right away."

"Whose number is this?" I asked while looking at the paper.

"That's the number I use for business and political matters, my secretary who always replies to messages from that number. But if you call me later, I'll give you my personal number, I promise." she replied.

"All right, I got this card. Thank you." I said and put the card in my pocket.

"In that case, I'll let myself go first. Sorry for not being able to talk to you for long, but next time let's talk and have dinner together."

"Are you going now?"

"Yes, I have something to do with my mother."

"Well, I won't hold you back anymore.

"Hahaha, it's good to know you, Miss Carmelia" he said, then stood up.

"It's good to know you too Miss Bella." I reply who also stood up.

"Then, excuse me. Good day."

He stepped out from before me, and out of this room. And now I'm just in this quiet, lonely room.

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