The charm of Mr. De Luca

Face in Photo

“I'm sorry for disturbing your affection, gentlemen. Look, I brought you a hot snack to accompany your casual chat this afternoon,” said Mia accompanied by a gentle smile. He placed a plate of arancini on Matteo's desk.

While the gray-eyed man, noticed Mia with a mischievous look. He smiled and spread his right hand towards Mia who was standing not far from him. “Come, My dear,” invite him to be friendly.

Coco snorted softly as she turned her face away. Apparently he was fed up of having to be a spectator of romance between Matteo and Mia. “Come on, please no more!” his protest. While Mia who was now standing next to Matteo was like a ladyboy, at that time just laughed crisply. “There are those who do not like to see our affection, Theo,” he said amusedly.

“Leave it. Assume there are only two of us here,” Matteo chimed in. “How to mia, please save this cigar box into the table by the window. Store in the second drawer from the top,” tell Matteo with his style of speech that sounds so soft. Mia grabs the box and takes it to the table indicated by her husband.

j“Oh, this is what makes me want to get married soon. Come, Mia. Help me persuade your sister that she will be ready to be my bride soon,” Coco's pinta with clear eyes.

Mia looked over and smiled. “Did Francy ever tell you, Ricci?” tanyakanya.

“Tell about what?” Coco knitted her brows.

“France used to tell me, if after marriage they want to have at least four or five children,” replied Mia who suddenly made Coco growled. “If you are ready for it, then I will help you with pleasure,” continued Mia without seeing which drawer she opened. Just then, his hand shifted the top drawer.

Mia then returned her gaze to the cigar box she was going to keep. However, how surprised the woman was when she saw something in the first drawer earlier. He immediately put a box of cigars on the table. Mia reached into the drawer and took a frame with a picture of two men who were holding each other's shoulders. They look so familiar.

For a moment, Mia thought and remembered while continuing to pay attention to the faces in the photo decorated with expensive frames. He then turned to Matteo, who was enjoying his arancini with Coco. “Theo, do you know whose photo this is?” tanyakanya.

Matteo turned his head and immediately replied as he continued chewing. “That's a photo of my father when he was young,” he clasped Coco's hand that almost spent the rest of the arancini in the dish, making Coco glare and protest at him. Both of them behaved like a boy fighting over food.

“No, I mean the man standing next to my father-in-law,” Mia turned the photo back to Matteo who turned to him again.

“The man was my father's best friend. His name is Alessandro Moriarty,” replied Matteo who again scrambled the last arancini with Coco.

“Moriarty?” mumble Mia.

“Yes. He is the father of Silvio Moriarty I told you about. What's the matter, honey?” Matteo smiled in satisfaction at Coco for getting the last arancini and immediately devoured in a show-off manner in front of her thick friend. While Coco just grunted in annoyance.

Mia did not immediately answer the husband's question. He thought for a while. His brain is constantly forced to remember where he saw the man taking pictures with Roberto de Luca. “I'm like I've seen this guy,” thought Mia was half mumbling.

“Where? In Venice?” Your memory is very good because it can save the face of people you don't know. Moreover, at that time you must have been a child,” said Matteo. He wiped his mouth and fingers with tissue.

“You mean? I saw her recently, but I completely forgot ...”

“Not possible, My dear,” refute Matteo. “Master Moriarty died when I was ten years old and Silvio. If you had seen him recently, it could have been just someone similar to him. You know not if everyone has a duplicate of their face, in someone who doesn't even know each other at all,” explains Matteo calmly.

“It is not in vain that you continue your studies in America,” ledek Coco.

“You are so stupid, even for something like that you don't know,” Matteo replied. While Mia was still silent and kept thinking. A moment later, he put the photo back in the first drawer. Afterwards, Mia put the cigar box into the second drawer.

“Theo, don't shower too late in the afternoon. I'm going to the kitchen to prepare dinner,” Mia and then move to the door. Before coming out, he turned to the two men again. “Ricci, are you going to dinner here?” tanyakanya.

Restless, seen inside the glare of Mia's shady eyes. He stepped slowly down the hallway of the Tuscany-style house to the kitchen. His mind was suddenly not strange and felt strange, even until he was in the kitchen was still not able to concentrate on his cooking.

All this continued until nightfall. After eating and tidying the table, the wife of Matteo de Luca immediately headed to her room. That made Matteo feel strange, as Mia seemed much more reserved when compared to earlier this afternoon.

“Is something bothering you, My dear?” matteo asked as she hugged Mia who had just finished cleaning her makeup.

“Nothing, Theo. I'm just a little tired,” replied Mia trying to smile sweetly.

“Then you better rest. I really liked the arancini that made this afternoon. It reminds me of the city of Venice a few years ago,” Matteo said. Gently, he kissed Mia's shoulder.

“We haven't been there for a long time and visited my parents' grave,” Mia said slowly. There was a speck of sadness when he remembered the figure of mr. Gio who was so attached to his heart.

“We can go there whenever you want, Cara mia,” reply Matteo. He intended to comfort the wife who looked grim that night.

“You know, Theo?” Mia releases herself from Matteo's arms. He sat at the end of the bed. While Matteo chose to go up and put his head on Mia's lap, with the position of the face facing the wife's stomach.

“I have aspirations to take our children to Venice. Even though that city is not my birthplace, Venice has become my hometown for a Mia. I spent most of my life there, and left behind a lot of memories. There we meet for the first time. You scared me so much back then,” Mia smiled nanar while gently stroking Matteo's hair.

“You may not know if my late grandfather used to take a vacation there. When summer came, he always took me down the canal on a gondola. There are many places we used to visit. I also have strong ties with the city, Cara mia,” Matteo said slowly.

Mia smiled back. "Let's go there again with both of our children, and invite him to ride a gondola. I've missed moments like that, Theo," Mia said expectantly.

"Soon, Sweetheart. After my affair with D'Angelo is over, then I will focus on fulfilling all your expectations that I have not been able to grant. Hopefully this will be a good start for us" said Matteo convinced.

The night is getting late. Matteo was asleep at the time. While Mia is still awake. A moment later, he lifted the blanket and got out of bed. Mia walks over to the small table next to Matteo and picks up her husband's cell phone. He then left the room and headed to the workroom. Previously, Mia turned on the lights first.

He seemed to be contacting someone at the time. "It's me, Mia," he said flatly.