THE MAFIA'S PENANCE

MEMORIAL

Vernon changed his attitude towards me after I became pregnant with his son. He's being considerate of me right now. Now I wonder if it's good or not, because after knowing what I did to the woman he loved ten years ago, it made me feel regret.

After fifteen minutes of slow driving, Vernon stopped his car at a restaurant. Ristorante Da Cupido was inscribed in front of that simple-looking building. If you see the restaurant is just an ordinary restaurant and not a fancy restaurant that I used to visit when I wanted to eat out.

"Pasta in this restaurant is number one in Italy, no, I mean in the world. Although the restaurant is simple their food is best." Vernon.

If so, it means Vernon has been to the restaurant often and certainly the place is his favorite.

"The seafood in this place is also very delicious. But since you're pregnant, you can't eat seafood. After you give birth, I'll take you to this restaurant again to taste the seafood." Vernon.

It seems Vernon forgot our agreement earlier. After giving birth she promised that she would let me go, how could she say that to me? This will be the first and last time I go to this restaurant.

Without saying anything or waiting for the car door to be opened by anyone, I opened it myself and rushed down. I don't want to respond to Vernon's words.

I could see how Vernon was looking at me getting upset because I didn't seem to care about what he said by just getting out of the car. He even had a look at me who walked into the restaurant by himself greeted by the restaurant waiter.

When I entered the restaurant, I stopped at the door to see the entire restaurant. There are no other visitors in this place. There is even only one table that is specific to us. I'm sure that Vernon has rented everything for the two of us, so that by them, the other table was removed from there for a while.

"What do you think?" Vernon asked who was already beside me by embracing my waist with his left hand.

"I can't judge before I taste the food." My answer is so that Vernon laughs a little at my words.

"Please ladies and gentlemen." A male servant who had welcomed our presence had invited us to the only table in the middle of the room.

Vernon invited me to walk to the table and invited me to sit on the chair holding his chair as I sat down. Then he himself sat in the other seat, in front of me.

"I ordered a special meal for you. Hope you like it and enjoy it. Eat a lot, we'll take a walk after this. Don't let your stomach be empty." Vernon said with a warm smile.

But suddenly his phone rang, immediately Vernon walked out to receive the call and left me alone in the restaurant.

My eyes revolved around every corner of this very authentic looking restaurant. This restaurant that seems simple feels comfortable because the nuance really characterizes the city of Genoa with sea views.

"Please madam." The waiter put two crystal glasses on the table and poured the wine into me and Vernon's glass.

"Sorry, I'm pregnant, I don't drink alcohol." My answer.

"I'm sorry, madam." Said the waiter after that calling his partner to give me my glass to be removed from the table.

"My husband said that the pasta in this restaurant is the best in the world. It seems like he comes to this place often. Is that true?" I asked to look at the waiter who was pouring wine into Vernon's glass.

"Surely madam, Mr. Skjoldbjarrg used to come here often. But it's been a very long time that you didn't come back until about a month or two ago, Mr. Skjoldbjaerg came back to this restaurant." The waiter replied after pouring the wine. "Perhaps about ten years ago the master often came here together with Miss De Angelis."

Hearing the name that the waiter mentioned about who Vernon used to come to this restaurant with, I became feeling something uncomfortable right now.

My mind was still thinking about Vernon going to this place so often with Wynetta that I didn't answer the servant's words.

Vernon and Wynetta come to this place a lot, it bothers me now. He shouldn't have brought me here.

"I'm sorry I left you alone for so long." Said Vernon who came back in after calling and sat in his place.

I did not answer and just looked at him. But I try to be ordinary. It shouldn't matter if Vernon takes me to this restaurant. It doesn't matter if Vernon and Wynetta used to come here often. I keep trying to understand that so that the reality does not bother me now.

"What's wrong? Why is your face so tense?" Look at Vernon who realizes that I am holding back my emotions, whether angry or sad emotions. "You okay, Viv?"

There was nothing I said, honestly I couldn't say anything to answer Vernon's words because if only I opened my mouth the possibility of anger or my tears just let go. That might make me look tense.

It feels like my pregnancy made me really into a sensitive woman right now.

Vernon got up from his seat and approached me. He stood behind me holding both of my upper arms and leaning his body towards me.

"Don't be like this, Viv. I told you you have to keep your mood." Vernon's voice sounded more like a whisper because he spoke right into my ear. "Would we go back to the hotel now?"

Immediately I took a deep breath and released it slowly to dissipate the feeling I was holding.

"No need." My answer. "I want to taste pasta at this restaurant."

Vernon rubbed my arms and I could feel him pecking my head before he sat back in his chair, and drinking wine in his glass.

No matter how long three waiters alternately put food on the table until the standard-sized square table became full of plates containing food.

All the food available looks very delicious, especially seafood. Unfortunately, I couldn't taste it.

"Eat, Viv. Enjoy all the pasanya. You're definitely gonna get hooked. When it comes to this city, this restaurant is the place I first went to." Vernon.

I slowly began to bribe the Tortellini in front of me. Vernon looked at me as if waiting for my reaction after eating it.

"I understand why you say pasta here is the best in the world." My word. "I want to taste the seafood."

Vernon smiled at my words.

"Yes, if you want I will take you to this place as often as possible after you give birth later." Answer Vernon.

"No, maybe this is the first and last time I go to this restaurant. We'll be separated after I give birth, and I don't want to go to the place where your memories of Wynetta are." My words were seriously staring at Vernon.

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