The charm of Mr. De Luca

"La Florecita"

With his usual flat-face look, Matteo entered a famous luxury jewelry store in Milan. A female official in formal uniform approached her with a sweet smile. “Good day. Welcome to Crown Jewelry,” welcome.

Matteo responded with only a slow nod, walking towards a display case displaying a wide variety of diamond and gem ring models. One hand he put in his pants pocket, while the other hand he piles on the window glass while tapping it with his fingertips.

“Is there anything I can help you with, Mister?” ask the officer friendly.

“I want to order ring ...” Matteo hung up his sentence. He seemed to be thinking for a moment while holding his chin.

“Attomance ring, wedding, or just a gift for your wife?” ask the officer again. The pin was inscribed with Leyla's name on her blazer crate.

Matteo read the name for a moment before answering his question. “No, I don't have a wife yet. Uhm, I mean I'm getting married. I intend to propose to a girl, Miss Leyla,” somehow Matteo spoke at length to the employee. Suddenly, he felt nervous imagining himself kneeling before Camilla and proposing to her.

“So, the ring was to propose to your lover, Mr?” the employee circled the window and stood opposite Matteo. He shifted the glass cover, then took out various forms of rings. “We have many models. You can order the type that can be adjusted to the character of your lover,” continued the employee.

“No, she's not my lover. I just want to propose,” racau Matteo while massaging his temple.

The employee seemed to be frowning in astonishment at Matteo's explanation. “Good. Please design your own ring according to your partner's character. We'll make it. What is the size of your lover's finger, Mister?” tanyakanya.

“Finger size?” reset Matteo. Instantly his memory floated on the figure of Mia. The girl was the most gentle and graceful girl he had ever met. Her body was so slender with a well-proportioned chest and hips. She was like a goddess who could remove all wounds in Matteo's heart and body. Mia's fingers were smooth and slender, feeling so soft as they swept her face.

For a moment, Matteo's memory drifted on the night three years ago. Somehow he had trouble forgetting everything he and Mia had done that night. In fact, Matteo had already missed many much hotter nights with Camilla during these three years.

“So, what's your partner's finger size, Mister?” the employee had to repeat the question again, because Theo never answered. The man was stunned with a blank look. However, Matteo soon awoke from his daydream. It's a little bit of a fuss over it.

“Master?”                                    

Matteo was still stuttering. “Ah, yes! The size of his fingers was about five or maybe six. She is very beautiful and also slim. It's very sweet and soft. The food was very good and ..” Matteo did not continue his words. Instead of depicting Camilla, he imagined the figure of Mia at that time. Why was he so excited every time he remembered the sweet girl. Matteo let out a slow breath.

“Can I record?”

Not yet Matteo answered the question, the ringing of his phone was already ringing aloud. Coco's name was on the screen. Matteo nodded at the officer. He then answered the call. “What's up, Amico?” tanyakanya.

“You won't believe what I saw!” exclaimed Coco from across there. His voice sounded so passionate.

“What's up? What are you looking at?” sahut Matteo shuffled to the side of the store room.

“I found an article about Francesca in a sports magazine! She is a model now! I searched his name on the search engine on the internet! He joined the famous agency in the center of Rome a year ago, Amico! It's in Rome! He lives in Rome! You know what that means, right?” his screams were so loud that Matteo had to keep the phone away from his ears.

“M-you mean ... Mia is also in Rome?” tanya Matteo hesitated. His chest was pounding so hard that it hurt.

“Hei! Isn't there Francy, there's Mia? I don't know! Just try! You just come to Rome! Strain me!” decreed Coco.

“Where are you at now?” ask Matteo.

“I'm on my way to Rome, Amico! I hope you'll be sliding here soon too!” answer Coco.

“What? Don't crazy! I haven't booked a plane ticket,” protests Matteo slowly.

“Fuck with plane ticket! You can drive here!” sumpat Coco who was a little upset because Matteo became not segesit usually. Without further ado, he hung up the phone.

Millions of pent-up feelings for years, back fluoresce and seep from within Matteo. His face instantly looked bright and sparkling, there was even a hint of a red hue adorning the cheeks of the number one person in the Clan de Luca.

“Please make a ring order as fast as you can. I leave it to you for the model,” Matteo immediately handed his business card to the clerk and rushed out of the luxury store. He immediately started the vehicle and drove his favorite jeep very fast towards the city of Rome.

It only takes five hours of the seven-hour drive to reach the Italian capital. There was nothing else on Matteo's mind but to arrive at Rome as soon as possible. The evening began to approach when he arrived at the city center. Confused about the direction he was going, Matteo parked his vehicle on the side of the road. He then called Coco.

However, Matteo called many times, his best friend did not pick up the phone. I don't know what the curly-haired man is doing right now. “Ck,” Matteo clucked in annoyance. Throw it just like that phone on the dashboard.

The Fontana di Trevi. A legendary fountain located in the Trevi district, the city of Rome which became the main destination for tourists. In addition to enjoying the architectural beauty of the pool, tourists are also interested in throwing coins, in connection with the many myths circulating about anyone who throws coins into the fountain pool. If he throws a coin, he will return to Rome. If he throws two coins, then he will be happy, and if he throws three coins, then he will fall in love with the Italians.

Matteo chuckled amusedly in light of the myth. But it did not undo his intention to throw a coin into the middle of the fountain pool. “I only want to see you once, before I move on with my life. I want to meet and explain everything to you, Mia” muttered slowly.

Matteo was long enough in front of the fountain, until he decided to leave the place. Her empty stomach was ringing. Matteo recalls that the last time he ate breakfast was at Casa de Luca.

Soon he entered his car and started driving at a slow speed. He looked for a place to eat in an area not far from there, while waiting for Coco he could call back. While driving, Matteo's gaze went around in all directions.

Moments later, his gray eyes were glued to the name of a restaurant that reminded him of a name sign attached to the door of a girl's room, in a district in Venice. ‘La Florecita’. The name of the restaurant. Unknowingly, Matteo parked his jeep just like that in the restaurant parking lot. Her feet stepped like hypnotized into a feminine dining room with flower decorations and ornamental plants in the corners of the restaurant.

Matteo took a seat by the window. A maid who looked young, came to him. “Want to try our flagship menu, Mister?” he offered a menu book.

“What is it?” ask Theo while opening the menu. He was stunned to read a cuisine name that was plastered on the first page. “Arancini,” murmur.

“Betul, Sir! Arancini is the mainstay menu of our restaurant that has been modified so that it has a distinctive taste of five-star cuisine,” explained the waiter. He was already prepared with a notebook and stationery in his hand.

Matteo's memories fly to the past, when he was injured, being cared for by Mia. Every morning the girl provides Arancini for him. “I ordered Arancini,” he said with eyes glaring.

The waiter nodded and passed. Not long after, the order came. The young servant presented him Arancini with a beautiful and appetizing order. “Is there anything else you need, Mister?” ask the girl.

Matteo did not answer. He concentrated on putting a spoonful of Arancini into his mouth. The beautiful man immediately looked up and looked at the waiter in front of him. While the young girl blushed in embarrassment as a handsome man glared at her.

“Who is the owner of this restaurant?” matteo asked with a trembling voice.

“As per the name of this restaurant, Sir. Miss Florecita,” replied the waiter.

“Can I meet him?” pinta Matteo is hopeful.

“I don't know if Miss Florecita is willing or not, but I will convey,” said the waiter was polite.

“So, he's here?” matteo's heart is getting more and more timid.

“Nona Florecita is in her room until the restaurant closes,” obviously the girl again.

“I'll be waiting for him here! It doesn't matter if I have to wait until it closes!” firmly Matteo.

“Alright, Sir,” the waiter looks awry. He left Matteo with a look full of astonishment.

While Matteo was still speechless. Arancini taste that has just spoiled his tongue, exactly the same as Mia made three years ago. This time he was very sure, this restaurant was Mia's. Matteo just needs to prove his belief.

Several hours had passed and Matteo was still faithfully seated in his place. The windows also began to be covered by curtains. However, the restaurant owner did not come to him. Matteo started to fret. His instincts began to say that something was wrong.

Finally, without wasting time Matteo went out and ran around the restaurant building. He went to the back of the restaurant and stopped there, right next to the back door.

A few minutes later, the door on his side opened. A girl with long-layer brown hair, appeared from there. His eyes were both silent and sad. Her beautiful lips seemed to be muttering something. Apparently he was talking on the phone with someone. The girl was completely unaware of Matteo's presence there until the man mentioned her name. “How are you, Mia?” greet Matteo.