The charm of Mr. De Luca

Remembering Mia

“Theo!” there was the voice of a man who called out Matteo's name with great enthusiasm. “I think you've forgotten your way home, my son.”.

Matteo. A middle-aged man with a newboys cap on his head, came over and hugged Matteo. The man looks very happy. “Where have you been, Theo?” tanyanya patted Matteo's arm. From the way he treated Matteo, it seemed very clear that the man loved him so much.

“I'm lost, Damiano?” answer Matteo lightly. He gave a slight smile to the man with green eyes. “I brought my best friend, Coco. You still remember that?” matteo asked as he turned his gaze to Coco who was sitting quietly on the sofa.

Damiano looked at Coco. The man in the yellow ivory shirt smiled. “Of course, Son! Although I am almost fifty years old, but I am not senile,” he replied as he approached Coco who had just stood up. They shake hands and embrace each other.

“How are you, Mr Baresi?” greet Coco politely.

“Good, very good. Don't be so formal, son. Just call Damiano. I still have a strong young soul, just like you guys,” the candle as it chuckles. Coco responded with a big laugh. While Matteo only showed a thin smile, as usual.

“Do you know where Mr and Mrs de Luca are, Damiano?” matteo asked as he walked over to Coco and Damiano, who were sitting on the sofa. Matteo also sat on the sofa that was not the only one of the two.

“Dad and your mother will be home tomorrow. They're going to Milan. Your dad has been very busy lately. However, you disappeared without news for days. You also cannot be contacted. Your father asks me almost every day,” Damiano said in a speech style that looks very friendly.

“My phone is gone. I can what?” replied Matteo indifferently. He had no intention of telling the man about all the things that had happened to him in the past few days. However, Damiano seemed to be able to capture something else from the look on Matteo's face, which although for some people it makes no difference because of Matteo's always flat expression. It was very different from what the white-haired man saw. He knows his children very well.

"I hope it's true, son," Damiano said with a less-than-convinced expression.

Damiano was Matteo's governess since he was about five years old. His bond with Matteo is beyond doubt. He even considered Matteo to be his own son. Damiano was married twice. His first wife died of illness. This happened before they had any offspring. After that, he married a widow. However, a less harmonious relationship makes the marriage must run aground in just two years. Since then, Damiano has decided not to marry again. He then joined the Klan de Luca and served faithfully in the organization.

In the past, he often taught Matteo to ride. Since then they became close, especially because Matteo is a child with a character of closed and loner. It made Roberto decide to make Damiano as a nanny of his son only wayang. He felt that Damiano was very different, because it could blend with Matteo who tended to be choosy.

“Remember Theo! Mr and Mrs de Luca will be home tomorrow. If you want to meet them, then you better not go anywhere! After all, in a few days the daughter of Mr. Bellardino will have her wedding. They will have a festive party,” Damiano said.

“I don't care. Anyway I don't know them very well,” Matteo said indifferently.

Damiano just smiled knot. "It can't be that way, son! The invitation was for all the members of the de Luca family, including you and Marco," Damiano argued. "You know what, if Mr Roberto had a good relationship with the Bellardino family?" Damiano then glanced at Coco. “Do you like wine, son?” tanyakanya.

“Ya, sure,” replied Coco.

“Indeed it should be like that, right?” matteo Sahut. He then fell silent for a moment. After that, he suddenly rang a bell. A female servant immediately came face to face with her attitude that looked very respectful. “Make me arancini!” matteo.

The woman immediately nodded. He rushed back to the back of the mansion.

Coco and Damiano looked at Matteo at the same time. They know that Matteo does not usually consume fried foods. “Since when did you eat arancini?” asked Coco in surprise. The same thing Damiano wanted to ask.

“Since I lived in Venice. Someone always brought me that food every morning. I just found out it tastes really good and ..” Matteo. His smile slowly faded. He realized that he was talking too much. The twenty-six-year-old man took a deep breath while scratching his forehead. “This is not good,” murmured.

“Already expected,” Coco said confidently. The man smiled mischievously at Matteo. Same thing Damiano did. He also seems to be in disbelief. The middle-aged man smiled as he continued to watch his foster son.

“What's with you guys?” matteo asked as he moved from his seat. He felt ashamed. Matteo prefers to avoid.

“I'll give you information later,” whispered Coco to Damiano who still looks curious. He got up from his seat and immediately chased after Matteo who had passed to another part of the house.

Matteo was walking down a wide hallway. Coco followed him from behind, albeit at a pace that was not as fast as usual. He also seemed a little breathless. “Hey, Theo! Wait a minute!” exclaim Coco slowly.

Matteo. He also looked. He seemed to know if his best friend would ask him again. Matteo looked a little lazy. “Let me take you to your room,” take Matteo. He directed Coco towards the room that had been prepared for her. Coco followed him until they arrived at a room that felt so warm and cozy.

The room was not very large. However, the facilities inside are fairly complete. Coco immediately headed to the white upholstered bed with four neatly arranged pillows. The man then threw himself in there. “Ah, very comfortable,” he said as he closed his eyes.

“Rest!” Matteo intends to get out of there. However, Coco immediately prevented it. Matteo was stunned and turned around. Inevitably, he had to tell his close friend a little. Matteo then approached Coco and laid her body next to the man. It bends the right hand and makes it a head brace. His gaze now swept across the ceiling of the room with a dark brown wood that was left exposed.

“Who is the girl, Friend?” ask Coco. He did the same with Matteo.

Matteo was silent for a moment. He tries to bring Mia's sweet face to his memory. Matteo could see the shadow of the girl very clearly. He even felt that Mia was really in front of him. “Name Mia. He had the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. His eyes are so shining. His demeanor was so gentle and also sweet,” Matteo smiled knotfully. He was silent for a moment and continued to imagine Mia's figure while closing his eyes.

Coco glanced at her best friend. He took a long breath. Never had he seen Matteo behave like that. His friend looked very different. “You're in love with her, buddy?” coco Fishing.

Hearing the question from Coco, Matteo immediately opened her eyes, She glanced at the man who was smiling strangely at her. “Fall in love?” there was a small smile on the corner of Matteo's lips. He also shook with certainty.