
Mr. Gio frowned. He also sharpened his gaze on Daniella as a sign of protest. It was clear that he would not allow a foreign man to stay at his house.
His view now turned to the figure of Matteo. At the shop, Mr. Gio did not pay much attention to the tall man with the leather jacket, because his attention was fixed on Mia. However, now he can more freely give his assessment of Matteo.
Sharp look Mr. Gio continued to focus on the handsome figure but looked like that urgency. His attention was fixed on something on Matteo's neck that, although not clearly visible, could be ascertained if it was a tattoo.
Mr's View. Gio also switched on Matteo's long hair that night tied ala man bun. Although tied neatly, but still because the appearance of Matteo is very much different from the slick appearance of a Valentino Diori.
Matteo, we can already estimate that. Nor did he expect Mr. Gio would allow him to stay there, even if only for a few days. After all, Matteo wanted to return to Brescia soon. He's going to meet a friend named Coco. After that, he would go home to his parents.
“Dad, why just shut up? Say something!” whine Daniella with her pot.
Mr. Gio did not answer. The man looked at his eldest daughter for a moment. “Can we talk alone, Dani?”
Daniella complains slowly. If his father had behaved like that, then it is certain that he will not get what he wants. However, inevitably Daniella finally obeyed her father. He followed the middle-aged man into another room. While Matteo was still glued in place.
At first he saw the face of Mia who was watching him from behind the wall. Although the girl immediately pulled her face hidden behind the wall, Matteo could see the gentle gaze of the brown-colored eyes that had re-touched her heart.
“Are your parents still there, son?” ask Magdalena. He tried to make small talk, so that the atmosphere there was not too stiff.
Matteo did not answer. The man just nodded slowly. The flat and cold face is still visible in its beautiful face.
Matteo does not understand why he can be so sweet to Mia, but he never acts like that to strangers. Even though the stranger is a very beautiful girl. Matteo showed only her tender side to her mother, Gabriella.
“How did you get robbed, son?” ask Magdalene again. He also felt confused what to say, because Matteo considered too stiff according to him.
Matteo was very different from the other men Daniella had brought into the house. Most of them talk a lot and want to show who they really are. However, it was different with Matteo. The man seemed to be hiding many secrets in his silence.
Meanwhile inside Daniella's room, a fairly heated debate has taken place between Mr. Gio and the reddish-brown girl. Daniella keeps forcing Mr. Gio can give Matteo permission to stay there. However, Mr. Gio is not that easy to say the word “iya”.
“How long have you known the man, to the extent that you dared to bring him here and ask me to allow him to stay here?” mr protest. Gio was firm.
“Come, Dad! It doesn't matter how long I've known Theo, for sure he's a good guy!” refute Daniella. He forced his will on Mr. Gio.
“I don't understand how you can get to know a guy with a market-like appearance? The gondola puller is even more unsightly when compared to the man!” mr protest. Gio again.
“Come, Dani! Even though we are not of noble descent, but I still have to judge anyone who approaches and tries to enter my family! No exception to the man you call your lover!” firmly Mr. Gio with his index finger straight ahead of Daniella.
“ Would Dad be that angry if I told you I found Theo in the storehouse in the store?” Daniella with her evil grin. He just wanted to know what Mr's response was like. Gio if he were to tell the truth.
“What do you mean, Dani?” ask Mr. Gio was still with his tone that sounded very firm and full of authority.
Daniella smiled cynically. He did not want to enjoy Mr.'s anger. Gio was alone. “Dad knows why Mia often comes home late from the store? The answer was because Mia had hidden Theo inside the warehouse there,” Daniella explained with a smile full of satisfaction. He could not imagine what Mr would do. Gio towards his beloved daughter.
“Do not make up for you, Dani!” sergeant Mr. Gio was pretty hard.
“Unfortunately, that is the reality. How clever Mia hid a man for a few days in the barn, unbeknownst to Dad. Mia is amazing. Yes, right?” cibir Daniella's.
Mr. Gio did not answer. He immediately came out of Daniella's room. Mr. Gio returned to the living room and stared intently at Matteo to make the man stand up.
“Mia!” call Mr. Gio with his voice. The man is now trying to hold back the anger at his beloved daughter who has made him feel disappointed. Mr. Gio still hopes that everything Daniella says is not true. He still hopes that Mia will give an explanation in accordance with her wishes.
“Mia!” call Mr. Gio again made Mia who was accompanying Franceska learn to be surprised by it.
“Mia, why did you call you in such a tone?” franceska asked in surprise. Mia was silent and thought. A moment later, Mia got up from her seat.
“I have to see dad first. You go ahead, as I explained!” After that, Mia came out of Franceska's room and met Mr. Gio in the living room.
Daniella leaned her arm against the bedroom door. The girl folded her hands on her chest. A sinister smile was painted on the corner of her pink lips.
Mia then looked at Mr. Gio who was currently looking at him sharply. He began to feel bad feelings. The cute girl in the ponytail turned to Daniella. Mia can already guess if Daniella must have complained to her father.
“Dad,” heard Mia's soft voice in that tension-filled atmosphere. “What's up?” tanyakanya. The gaze of Mr. Gio looked the sharper he looked at Mia. This made Mia even more worried.
“Tell me how can you hide a man inside my shop for days!” Mr. Gio instantly shot Mia without further ado, leaving the girl speechless and looking pale. Mia then looked at Matteo who had been silent since. The man was still visible with the same expression and look in the eyes.
“Explain something, Mia!” the tone of Mr. Gio sounded increasingly higher making Mia have to bow her face.