The charm of Mr. De Luca

Migliore Amico

"Tell me something" asked Mia, turning her fingers to Matteo's chin. It plays on the fine hairs that grow there. Matteo then glanced at Mia for a moment. The man then kissed his wife with love. "What should I tell you?" ask Matteo slowly.

"Did you have a lot of lovers, Theo?" mia asked with a face that looked very curious. However, Matteo did not seem to like the question too much.

"You ask like a teenager who has just dated," said Matteo, as he again kissed Mia's forehead.

"I just want to know what a Matteo de Luca looks like before I know me" said Mia. His movement continues to seduce the husband to be willing to share a little of his life story.

Matteo smiled knot. He glanced back at Mia for a moment, then turned his gaze forward. "I'm not a typical person who can blend in with anyone, Mia. Only certain people can enter my neighborhood. At the time, Mr. Roberto de Luca had me at the most prestigious school in Palermo, but unfortunately I was not comfortable there. Not long after, he transferred me to another school. However, the results are the same," said Matteo lightly. There was no burden at all in his tone.

"Then?" Mia was curious.

"Finally, I decided to bring a private tutor. I think it's quite effective, because it feels a lot more comfortable. After that, I knew Damiano. He is very good at riding horses. Somehow at first, but at that time I immediately asked him to teach me. The longer, the closer we get. Dad decided to take Damiano as my nanny" Matteo said.

"Damiano was a very nice and wise man. When I was with him, I felt like I was with my father" said Mia, who now plays her index finger on the chest covered in a black Matteo shirt.

"Yes, you're right. Damiano is a man who can be used as a role model. However, it was still because I sometimes defied him," Matteo gave a small smile. Sometimes he feels funny in his own life. If Matteo used to be a very quiet and closed person, but now he can tell a lot of things to Mia. It was something that felt a relief to him.

"Then, how long have you known Ricci?" ask Mia again.

"Very long. At that time we were both teenagers. I still remember the first meeting between the two of us" Matteo began to look back on the past, when he was only thirteen.

On a sunny afternoon, Matteo was invited by his grandfather, Corradeo de Luca, to accompany him to the park. As usual, he would not be able to refute the old man's wishes, because Matteo was so close to him.

Matteo was a teenager, sitting on a wooden bench that was under a shady tree. Every time he accompanied his grandfather there, there was not much he did but enjoy the afternoon atmosphere while observing the people who also wanted to spend their afternoon in the park. Sometimes, Matteo listened to his grandfather's story about many things that made him always feel interested.

But not that afternoon. The sharp gaze of Matteo's pair of gray eyes, accidentally caught a sight that he felt was far more interesting than the grandfather's story. Matteo then asked his grandfather for permission to go for a while and approach the thing that had caught his attention.

Is a teenager with curly hair with brown color, who is busy playing skateboard. He looks so good at controlling the wheeled board. His agility in moving with challenging styles, has made Matteo become curious. He who was quiet and closed, this time followed his heart. His feet moved towards the teenager.

Realizing that he was the center of attention of someone, the teenager stopped his game and turned to Matteo. Then he smiled friendly. A smile that felt so warm and friendly. "Hi, Amico. Let's come play," he asked so familiarly, as if he had known Matteo long enough. Matteo just shook his head slowly at first. However, he still watched the teenager play from the edge of the arena.

The longer, the curiosity in Matteo gets bigger. He ventured to approach the brunette teenager. "How hard is it to play?" tanya Matteo made the teenager stop the game again. He looked at Matteo for a moment.

"It's easy, Amico. You just need to keep your body in balance" he replied. "Have you never skateboarded?" he asked back.

Matteo shook his head slowly. "I have other hobbies," replied Matteo flatly.

"Of course your hobbies are also very interesting. You look smart" the teenager said. He stretched out his hand and asked Matteo to shake his hand. "My name is Coco" he mentioned her name, though for a moment, Matteo seemed hesitant in responding. However, not long after he returned the handshake of the teenager who turned out to be named Coco.

"Theo," Matteo mentioned his name.

That's a piece of the story of the beginning of the introduction between Matteo and Coco. Since then, Matteo often came to the park in the afternoon, even without his grandfather, because Corradeo de Luca had returned to Elba Island. However, Matteo had already gotten a friend to spend his afternoon. Coco continued to teach him to glide on a skateboard, until Matteo mastered the game even though he had to fall many times.

"I will never forget those memories, Mia," Matteo still with a glaring gaze. "I was surprised, because we were able to make good friends in a short time. I felt a very special bond with him" he continued.

"Luckily, Coco once told me her address. I don't know Mia, but I feel so anxious. My instincts usually never miss," Matteo stopped the story for a moment. He turned his face away from Mia.

"What's up, Theo?" ask Mia fretting. He then straightened his sitting position and stared fixedly at the husband who was still turning his face away from him.

"I saw him sitting alone and pensive. I don't know what he was thinking at the time. Coco didn't even notice my presence there. I asked, and he just looked down. At that time, I saw that he was looking at a picture of his parents. That evening, his parents had just finished being buried, Mia," softly and somewhat quivering, Matteo said his last sentence to Mia.

"Yes, God," hissed Mia in disbelief.

"I asked him to come with me to Casa de Luca, but he refused. He chose to stay home and keep the memories of his parents, even though he was alone there. Until now, Coco did prefer to live alone in the workshop. However, I often visited him," Matteo again let out a deep, heavy breath. He glanced at Mia for a moment.

"Coco even became the first person I met after I returned from Venice, after you healed my wound, Mia. I didn't go straight to Casa de Luca. I'm sorry for lying to you. You still remember my reason back then, don't you? I'm telling you that there's still some business I haven't done yet" Matteo then leaned back and stared at the ceiling of his luxury car. He was silent for a moment. Matteo seemed to be thinking about what other stories he would tell Mia.

While Mia, still continued to stare at Matteo fixedly. At that time, he seemed to be looking at the other side of the man who had always looked cold and scary, like a killing machine for some people. All the dark sides that he had witnessed while on Elba Island, like lost and unfiltered when Matteo was in a calm atmosphere like that.

"Know one thing, Mia," Matteo spoke again. "Coco is an independent, hardworking man. Your sister is wrong if she thinks that Coco is unreliable. I'm sure Francy would have regretted it so much had he ignored my best friend" Matteo said. He clasped Mia's shoulder again, and began to close his eyes. "Come here, we'd better get some sleep" he asked.

Mia according. He was again engaged in the warm embrace of Matteo. However, Mia was unable to close her eyes. She looked at her husband who was trying to sleep. "Aren't you planning on doing something, Theo?" mia asked half a whisper.

Matteo muttered softly. There was a small smile on the corner of her lips, though her eyes were still closed.

"Coco can solve the problem on its own" he answered briefly.

“I'm also happy to see Francy and Coco together. They look very mismatched,” muttered Mia with her eyes half closed. Drowsiness began to afflict him at that moment.

“Like us,” says Matteo slowly.

“Do you think we are a compatible couple, Theo? Can we be like this forever?” mia's voice sounded more and more soft, occasionally she yawned on the sidelines of her sentence.

“I hope so. Maybe you're not the first girl in my life, Mia. But I can assure you, you are the last. I will continue to ensnare you even though one day you are bored and want to run away from me,” Matteo said.

“I told you, it's impossible. I won't run or get tired of you,” Mia's getting her head buried in Matteo's chest. “I'm not sure if you'll still be crazy about me when I'm old and wrinkled,”.

“If you're old, then I'm much older than you. Don't talk weird, Mia,” Matteo ended the chat that night, with a soft, deep kiss for his wife. While Coco was still awake, sitting pensively on the bed. Same with Francesca.

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