The charm of Mr. De Luca

Matteo's Messy Heart

It seemed, Matteo could not go to the workshop if he saw the spoiled attitude of Mia who did not want to let go of herself at all. After checking her pregnancy to the obstetrician, suddenly Mia decided to go straight home, but their initial plan was to go to the seafood restaurant that had been a subscription to Matteo for a long time. Matteo can only follow whatever the wife wants, including when Mia actually asks for a lemon and tastes it. Women who are pregnant six weeks, as if so enjoy the lemon with a size that is large enough.

“Does it taste good, How to mia?” Matteo grimaced slightly seeing Mia's behavior.

“One fresh, Theo. You want?” tawar Mia thrust the lemon into the husband who immediately shook his head. “

"Come, Theo! Just taste a little. Why are you acting like that?” whinek Mia pouted.

“Yes, My Love. I know it must be fresh, but I'm not pregnant,” reject Matteo gently. He had to be extra patient in the face of Mia's spoiled attitude.

By chance, Damiano came to them. He frowned to see Mia who was eating lemons so greedily. “Mia, Son. How are you doing now?” greet the middle-aged man was gentle and attentive. He sat not far from Mia and Matteo while continuing to pay attention to the strange attitude of the wife of his foster son.

“Good, Uncle. Do you want to taste this lemon?” tawar Mia's. He thrust another slice of lemon at Damiano.

“Not necessary, Son. My stomach acid will be pulverized if you eat something too sour like that,” reject Damiano gently. He then glanced at Matteo who looked a little clear. Funny taste affects the feelings of men who are known for their wise attitude. “Consider the process, Theo,” he said.

“Yes, sure,” says Matteo slowly and lethargic.

“By the way, when will Marco be back? You need to talk to your cousin immediately and start making preparations. I think you'll work a little harder when you explain all your plans to the elders,” Damiano said. Doubt comes back to his feelings. But Damiano also had to respect Matteo's decision.

“You don't have to worry about that, Damiano. I was thinking of something else right now,” Matteo said with a look of laughter.

“What is it, My son?” ask Damiano.

Matteo did not answer. Previously, he turned to Mia who was still engrossed with lemon fruit in her hand. “Don't be too much, Cara mia. Moreover, you haven't filled your stomach since. Force it to eat, honey. I will have the waiter prepare something for you,” Matteo looks worried about Mia's behavior at that time.

“Theo is right, My son. At least fill your stomach just a little,” Damiano timpal soft and loving.

Hearing the words of the two men, Mia's face immediately scowled. He looked at Matteo. “It doesn't feel good, Theo. No food tastes good in my mouth,” he lamented softly.

“Yes, I can understand that. However, you also have to remember that you are currently pregnant and need a lot of nutrients for the sake of the fetus in your womb,” seduce Matteo soft. His patience was really tested back then. It made Damiano smile. He never imagined if Matteo who had been so wild and violent, could be completely changed to what he is today.

The power of love is incredible. It is like water, wind, and fire. With ease, love reverses the life and character of a Matteo. The man had even now been steady to leave the black world that had ingrained in him.

After taking Mia to the room to rest, Matteo decided to resume the conversation with Damiano in his study. He felt quite calm, as Mia was willing to eat even a little. At least, the woman did not sleep on an empty stomach.

“If my mother were still there, maybe she could give a little encouragement for both of us in the face of Mia's condition like this,” regretted Matteo while sitting not far from Damiano.

“Already, My Son. You don't have to regret everything that happened. Just take the bright side, even though it must have been hard to lose someone we love so much,” Damiano said wisely. He stared fixedly at Matteo, as if he did not want to miss to continue to see the foster son he loved so much. “So, what do you want to talk to me about?” tanyanya.

Before answering Damiano's question, Matteo lit up the cigars that were already available on the table. Thin smoke billowed from his mouth. Occasionally, the tattooed man touched the tip of his nose with the back of his index finger. “It's about D’Angelo,” replied the gray-eyed man.

“What else is with him? Mia is pregnant right now, you don't have to keep feeling jealous of Adriano,” Damiano said in response.

“Ah, no! Of course it's not about that. This has absolutely nothing to do with Mia,” refuted Matteo as he again sucked his cigar deeply and reflected thin smoke again. “Tadi Coco came here. He said something about D’Angelo. Coco said that one of the factories that produce drugs owned by D’Angelo, belongs to Vincenzo Moriarty. Do you think they know each other or is it just a coincidence?”

“As far as I know, the influence of Adriano D’Angelo is very large in the plains of Europe. It's not impossible if he doesn't know Moriarty. You know what, kid? One thing I have to ask is why he has not spread his business in Italy. Adriano seemed to pass through this country and prefer other countries. Though we know how much potential to do business here,” said Damiano astonished.

“You know him better than I do,” Matteo responded to his foster father's words

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“Ah, not really. I just happened to know him from a friend. He is a man from Athens, and also a business partner of Adriano,” Damiano explained. “I was very impressed with the friendliness of the man. Adriano is a figure with a character so humble and able to impress anyone,”

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“Jeez, My son Theo. I can see clearly if Mia loves you so much. You don't have to be afraid of losing him,” Damiano said calmly.

“I know if Mia will not leave me, instead I am afraid otherwise,” nar Matteo's gaze was on her foster father. Matteo's tone sounded quite strange and unusual. The man felt like he was feeling an unwarranted fear.

“Son, you can turn into a loving and caring man. However, I will not allow you to become someone who is easily discouraged and loses faith in his life. My son does not deserve to behave like that, and I do not like him at all,” Damiano said in response to Matteo's strange attitude. “It turns out not only Mia who experienced a period of cravings, but you too,” continued the middle-aged man while clucking in ignorance.

Matteo just laughed softly in response to Damiano's attitude. “I only think of the worst. You know for yourself how to risk living and living in a mafia world. You should be ready to die at any time,” he said flatly.

“You won't die, son! At least for now, or for the time to come! I always pray for you to stay strong and protect the Clan de Luca, even when your hair is bleached. Although in the near future you are no longer the chairman, but your greatness will be unmatched by anyone!” so fiery, Damiano gasped for breath in his words.

Matteo laughed again. “You are not a God who can decide a man's life and death, Damiano. Never mind, I will see the state of Mia,” the sturdy man got up and patted Damiano's shoulder slowly.

“Oh, yes. If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a favor,” Matteo paused for a moment at the door and turned his back to his foster father.

“Whatever it is, Son,” reply Damiano.

“I know your men are all reliable. They are the most powerful spies who can easily investigate the former Vincenzo factory, because it is impossible if Stefano did this job,”.

“You are still curious about Adriano?” Damiano shook his head, feeling how harsh Matteo's nature was.

“Yes, Damiano. I will not stop until the strange feeling that stuck in my heart is gone,” Matteo said while nodding, then leaving Damiano alone in the workspace.

The middle-aged man started to think about Matteo's words. He immediately grabbed a cellphone in his pants pocket, then began to contact some of his subordinates scattered in various parts of Italy.

Meanwhile, inside Matteo's room saw Mia curled up under a thick blanket. Only the top of his head was visible.

“How mia? Are you asleep?” slowly and carefully, Matteo uncovers a blanket that covers his wife's entire body.

While Mia only replied with a slow mutter. His eyes were tightly closed with petals that occasionally twitched.

Matteo smiled gently at the peaceful and soothing sight. “Alright, My dear. Rest,” he said as he kissed softly Mia's forehead.

“Ti amo, Mia. Ti voglio bene (i love you so much). I am so grateful to be able to find and live with you,” whispered Matteo.

“Until death do us part,” chirps Mia with her eyes closed, making Matteo laugh amusedly.

“You are so adorable, even in a state of sleep you can say my words, Cara mia. Is that how much you love me?” Matteo again kissed Mia's forehead and face many times with anxiety.

“However, if indeed one day we are separated by death. I want to die first so I don't have to see you leave me,” Matteo murmured. A moment later, he realized his strange attitude and feelings. "I think Damiano has a point, too. All of this must be because of the influence of your pregnancy, Cara mia,” he said astonished while shaking his head did not understand.

Matteo then intends to correct the location of the blanket that covers Mia's body, when her phone vibrates in the pocket of the shirt. Immediately he picked up the object and noticed the name on the screen. His brows furrowed as he read Adriano's name there.

“What's up, Mr D’Angelo?” matteo asked shortly after picking up his phone.

“Master de Luca, you're not busy, are you? Can we meet? There is something important that we have to talk about,” Adriano said in an unusual tone of voice.

"About what, Mr D'Angelo?" ask Matteo.

"It doesn't feel good to talk about it over the phone. What if we just meet?" tawasirud.

"All right, but I can't go. Just come to Casa de Luca" Matteo concluded.