Dems' Point of View
"Woah! You're a really good cook, Mister! " full of admiration that Luca spoke in front of Alfeo. I was just holding my own forehead.
What on earth is he doing in our room?
"Mister Alfeo, can we talk outside first?" It's already dinner time. Seven o'clock in the evening. and I can't really stand it anymore. He smiled and looked at my behavior as he was busy teaching Luca how to beat eggs.
"Okay," he simply replied to me and looked at Luca first. "Just shake it like this, kiddo." Luca nodded immediately, and he continued to shake the egg in the bowl.
When Alfeo was close to my direction, I immediately dragged him out of the room where Luca and I were staying.
"Are you insane, huh!? Earlier, I told you not to go—"
"Can't I visit your son? Mr. Berlusconi isn't here after all."
"What the--do you know what's coming out of your mouth right now, huh? What happened to us was just one—"
