The charm of Mr. De Luca

Manovra

Marco pensively himself not far from the fountain which is in the courtyard next to the Casa de Luca building. He stood up half-bending. In his hand was a can of beer that he occasionally gulped down, while looking at the expanse of the estate that had been shrouded in dark skies. One thing that is now so disturbing his conscience, which is when he must think back to the tragic events that have befallen the father.

 

Antonio's death on Elba Island, they've covered as neatly as possible from the outside world. At that time, Marco even buried the body of the father secretly. There were no ceremonial events or condolences from relatives, friends, or anyone else for the late Antonio. Marco also buried the body of the thick-bearded man without a priest leading the prayer.

 

Sad, of course. As a child, he felt so hurt that there was no final respect for his father. But he also cannot do much. Marco had to leave his life just a stick to the Organization de Luca, which before the tragedy happened did not make the man with a misty face was interested in dabbling in it.

 

“What are you doing?” matteo's heavy voice came from behind.

 

Marco immediately turned his attention to Matteo who was already standing not far from him. The man who likes wild races, did not immediately answer. He looked back at the vast expanse of vineyards. “I feel confused. What are we gonna do after this? If indeed my father's death should be exposed to the public, then I will definitely do a proper funeral for him. If this is the story, I feel I have become a very sinful child towards his parents,” said the man with a regretful look.

 

“I was thinking about that. Detective Ranieri seems to be a lot smarter than I thought. I think that by buying time, he will give up on investigating the case. Ah, crap! I shouldn't have followed your father's game to make Ernesto Homar a tumbar,” grumbled Matteo slowly. “You have sent everything your family needs, right?” ask Matteo.

 

“Yes. Yesterday I told one of our men to send us some money. Ernesto Homar's wife was a Leukemia sufferer. They need a fee to do treatment,” explained Marco.

 

“You set everything. Coordinate with the financial sector. I will instruct them,” said Matteo flatly. He now stood next to Marco and looked at the same thing as his cousin.

 

Marco was silent again. Every now and then the man gulped down a beer in the tin he still held. “Did you not find a way at all to solve this problem, Theo?” tanyanya while glancing at Matteo who still looks flat and quite serious at that time.

 

There was a heavy sigh from the gray-eyed man. “One thing came to my mind. However, this will sound very crazy,” replied Matteo.

 

“What is it?” marco asked curiously.

 

Matteo did not answer immediately. The man seemed to think deeply. “Crossed the idea in my mind to re-dismantle your father's grave,” Matteo said slowly and flatly, but made Marco instantly turn to him with a clueless hue.

 

“What are you doing that for? We buried her inappropriately, should you come back to harass her?” Marco sounded inadmissible with Matteo's idea.

 

“That's the only way!” firmly Matteo.

 

“Then what will you do? It's been months that my father's body has been buried in the land of Elba Island. His body must have changed by now. What do you need from a piece of rotting meat?” marco's protest seemed unacceptable. Matteo still looks calm.

 

Matteo turned his body. It now rests on the guardrail of the courtyard and faces Marco. Matteo looked at his cousin closely. “If you will, then I will dig your father's grave again. After that, we bring it here,” Matteo said making Marco even more clueless.

 

“I don't understand at all,” said the man while shaking his head many times.

 

 

“Then, why did you have to dismantle my father's tomb, Theo?” again, Marco still did not understand the direction of Matteo's plan.

 

“Later you'll find out too, Marc,” grin Matteo. “If you agree, then I assure you that we can do Antonio's funeral properly. You can show him your service as a good boy, by paying your last respects to your father. Something you definitely want to do, even though I don't think your father deserves it!” bright Matteo long width.

 

“Matteo!” sergeant Marco is firm. He intended to protest strongly against the man.

 

“Calm down, Marc! I still have a little respect for your father, as the older brother of my father. Think about what I said. If you agree, then we can start preparing everything. We will draw up a plan with much more maturity,” Matteo said confidently.

 

“Huh! What if you offered the detective some money. The practice of bribery is not a strange thing anymore at this time. The man forced his will.

You should just take that fucking detective out secretly, so all the trouble is over!” marco's grumbling was upset. He returned to drink his drink.

 

Matteo laughed softly at Marco's suggestion. “Why are you so stupid, Marc! If I do that, then all eyes will be on me. At the end of the day, I'll still rot in prison. What's the difference with the current?” stir Matteo. He balked at Marco's suggestion that it sounded so ridiculous, leaving the man instantly speechless and thinking.

 

“Yes, you were right too,” he said then confirmed Matteo's words. “Alright, tell first how your plan, then I will make a decision,” said Marco again. A moment later the man turned to his cousin who had now turned his body forward. Matteo stared at the darkness of the night so sharply. “Tell me, Theo. Are you sure you'll receive help from Adriano D’Angelo? You're at peace with him now?”

 

Matteo laughed softly at Marco's question which sounded so innocent. “D’Angelo? Honestly, if I can't trust him one hundred percent. I don't know, my instinct never misses. However, all this time he always showed a friendly attitude towards me. So, there is no reason for me to reject all his offers,” explained Matteo slowly.

“So, tell me what plan you have before I actually approve of your crazy idea of dismantling my father's tomb,” urged Marco.

Matteo shifted his position to be closer to Marco. He then began to explain in detail what was inside his head.

Without Matteo noticing, from a distance Valerie carefully observed the scene. It took Valerie some time until she decided to approach the two men.

“How can I help you, gentlemen?” his question, immediately made Matteo and Marco stop their conversation.

“No,” Matteo replied. “What are you wandering around these nights?” a suspicious tone was thrown at Matteo on the tattooed girl.

“Ah, no. I'm having trouble sleeping, sir. I'm not used to sleeping on a soft and comfortable bed,” Valerie licked indifferently.

“Then, from now on you should get used to it,” snorted Matteo. “Tomorrow we continue again, Marc. I'm going to the room, seeing Mia,” saying goodbye while nodding my head to Marco. He turned to Valerie for a moment before he actually left the place.

“I'll sleep too. My body and mind were feeling very tired,” Marco also went from there. Leaving Valerie silent alone.

The girl finally decided to stand near the guardrail. The girl looked up and looked up at the night sky. I don't know what he was thinking at the time. His face looked very serious and tense.

While Matteo had already arrived in front of his room. Slowly, he opened the door and closed it. His gaze was fixed on the figure of Mia who was asleep in a supine position. His wife's hands were crossed over her stomach, appearing to be clutching something.

With a slow and careful step, Matteo approached his wife and sat on the edge of the bed. He took something from Mia's stomach. A wedding photo of them decorated with gold frames, escaped from his arms. Matteo smiled faintly, his eyes staring deeply into that million-meaning photo. Mia looks very beautiful in her mother's wedding dress. While he smiled widely, embracing Mia's waist. The photo was taken shortly after the wedding.

“Why are you sleeping while hugging this photo, How to mia?” matteo whispered, though he knew that Mia would not answer him because she had fallen asleep.

“Don't go, Theo. Don't leave me,” messes with Mia in her sleep. Her beautiful eyes were still tightly closed, a sign that the beautiful woman was delirious.

“Of course I won't leave you,” Matteo chuckles softly. He took off his shirt and shoes, then got on the bed and lay down at Mia's side. “We will have many children and live a normal life as you wish,” Matteo said with eyes glaring over the ceiling of the room.