The Passion of Love of the Racer

Gio free

One week later, Jihan is back with her activities in Surabaya. He now lives with his father and Nancy. Jihan deliberately brought in an Indonesian private tutor for Nancy so she could adapt here. He usually lives alone in this house. Sometimes he was accompanied by Lastri, the mother. If Lastri misses his daughter. But since there was William, Lastri did not want to come to that house.

Jihan is back as a neurologist at the hospital she used to work at. He is also still a doctor of addiction in the anti-narcotics agency that is there. he still gives counseling for built patients who want to get out of the drug bondage. Keanu arrived in Jakarta two days ago with Chintya. Women who do not want to be decided Keanu, is now penetrating the world of modeling here. Fiona is in Italy until tomorrow. The woman represented the Indonesian team to complete the dossier and report that their mission was completed.

“Papa, how is Kak Gio doing?” ask Jihan.

“He's still in jail, but it won't be long. Papa's lawyer is taking care of his freedom,” replied Wiliam. “After free, Gio will stay with us and take care of Papa company here. All Papa's business here is legal.”

“Sister Gio can be free?” jihan asked in disbelief.

Wiliam nodded. “They don't have enough evidence to hold Gio off for longer because our business is tidy. All legal by law.”

Jihan shook her head. He didn't believe this, but his father was a cunning man. It was only fitting that the mother did not want to meet this man. Sly men and vandals, but now Wiliam is no longer like that.

“Come here! Papa has breakfast ready for you.” William invited his daughter to sit at the dinner table.

William has changed a lot. The man was very warm, unlike what Jihan had imagined. Wiliam's legs have recovered. Although, he still uses a cane to walk, but at this time he only needs one cane.

“Here, Son! Papa make a sandwich special.”

Jihan stared at the sandwich her father made. “Special from where? The shape is the same.”

“Obviously different because the eggs are red.”

Jihan looked at the sandwich and frowned. “Ya, because Papa uses omega 3.” eggs

“Not because of it, but because Papa made it with love.”

Jihan laughs. “Meamng if made with love, egg yolk so red? Papa is-just fine.”

William laughed and embraced his daughter. The man looked happy. His closeness to Jihan was very different from his proximity to Gio. The presence of Jihan changed the ferocity and selfishness of a William. It also looks more humble. In the past, Wiliam was quite cold and could not joke, just like Gio.

“Hey, why silence?” asked Wiliam when he saw his daughter daydreaming, even though his mouth still chewed his homemade food.

Jihan shook her head.

“Come tell Papa!”

“I received Ray's application,” said Jihan.

William stopped his activities and looked at the princess. “Then Keanu?”

Jihan did not answer. The woman instead took a cup filled with warm tea and drank it a little.

“Papa listen, Keanu is already in Jakarta. You don't want to meet him?”

Jihan came back. “We are different, Pa. we will never unite.”

William looked at his daughter. Jihan's face looked sad. He knew that the princess loved the son of the man whom William hated very much. Because according to William, Kenan is very arrogant, his attitude is not friendly. But it turned out that the man was good, even very good to finance his daughter until it became what it is today. William owes a great debt to Kenan who has cared for and financed the daughter and woman he once forgot for having a new family.

“We are also different,” Wiliam told his daughter.

Jihan looked at the father who was also looking at her.

“Yes, Papa and your mother are different. Maybe, we will also never unite,” said Wiliam again.

Jihan shook her head and stared at the back garden as the dining table was close to the park.

“Our love fate is tragic, Papa.”

Wiliam nodded. “Ya, you are right.”

Funny, seeing father and son in the same romantic condition. It's just that they're different ages and generations.

In Italy, Gio is still a city prisoner. For a week, he was asked a lot of questions. But still, Gio avoids being called a mafia and has a prohibited goods business.

Gio, who was trained mentally and with strength, casually answered questions as if he were a civilian. He was just an ordinary Club and hotel entrepreneur, because indeed he allocated the profits of the sale of illegal business to his legal business.

“I don't know Gomes, let alone Arthur.” Gio shook his head as the police called out the names of the big mafia which was quite troubling in this city.

“I'm just a regular businessman. Club owners in the cities of xx and xx, as well as hotel owners in Cagliari, Venezia, and Bologna. My fight with Gomes was only due to the acquisition of a hotel in Cagliari. That's it,” said Gio again, evasive.

Out there, Fiona shook her head. He was annoyed by Gio's confession that never met a bright spot until the seventh day.

“She will be released today,” said Roma police chief.

“What? No. gabe. That's not fair. He should be punished,” Fiona said annoyed.

The police chief nodded. “There is no evidence to suggest that the items belong to him.”

“But my colleague and I have so far been intruders for him,” said Fiona pointing towards the man sitting inside the room soundproofed with glass that could be seen from outside but not from inside the room.

The police chief who was in his fifties was also shrugging his shoulders. “I'm also anxious. I want him in jail. That was my target before retirement,” he said, staring at Gio.

Fiona and the police chief's father stand facing the glass featuring Gio with one of the intel and interrogate the man.

“How about Gomes' accomplice? Did the guy open his voice?” ask Fiona.

The middle-aged man shook his head again. “There's no evidence that he's Gomes' accomplice. There are only records that the man hit a club customer with a bottle of drink. That's all that can keep him in custody. That wasn't long either.”

Fiona limp. But he was quite happy because Gio's delivery to his country was not successful. Even today those items have been mass-destroyed.

Chequelek

Fellow Italian Fiona who was in the room came out. The man looked weak and shook his head until a lawyer came along.

“I want to pick up my client,” said the man who is Gio's lawyer.

Gio walked out of the room with a smile. Gio looked at Fiona triumphantly. She can't be held back as Fiona wants.

“We will definitely meet again, Indonesian woman,” whispered Gio with the same tone and the same smile as that night when passing Fiona.

Gio was about to get out of the place and Fiona looked at the man who easily breathed in free air.

Then, Gio looked back and blinked Fiona again, just as he did on the night of the arrest at his house.

“Exciting,” muttered Fiona annoyed.