1 HANDSOME BOYS WITH NO LUCK

(Water City of Venice—Italy, 1998)

In the Kitchen of a 5-Star Restaurant.

A 23-year - an old young man with blonde hair was intently looking at the torn magazine he had just picked up from the trash can. His blue eyes moved quickly to be able to read the article.

"That said, the charisma of a legend Giacomo Casanova lies in the ring attached to his little finger." He nodded reading it.

"And he said, the ring has a magical power that can captivate any woman's heart. Experts have not been able to explain from a scientific point of view. They could only guess, that maybe the ring had some kind of supernatural-magical power that could hypnotize. Or perhaps, the ring is capable of emanating some kind of metaphysical power that can ensnare a woman's eyes when she sees it. Who knows. But what is clear, until now, the Enchanting Ring is still a mystery, both regarding its magical power and where it is located. To be sure, with his ring, the legend Biacomo Casanova could sleep with up to 123 women in his lifetime."

"Wala! Extraordinary!" Casanova amazed himself. Until after that he was startled by a loud noise beside him!

Brack!!!

"Hey, Casanova, you're doing the right thing! Why are you just sitting around?" Chef Juna came glaringly shaking his head. " Look! The guest at table number 27 complained that you had delivered the wrong order! How are you, Casanova? If you are reluctant to work here, you can leave my restaurant right now!"

The young man quickly stood up straight.

"No, Chef! Sorry, I..."

"Already! Change the food at table number 27 now!"

"Okay, Chef. Ready to execute!"

Immediately Casanova put the torn magazine into his pocket and hurried over to table number 27.

The La fayette Restaurant.

A five-star luxury restaurant built on the beautiful beaches of Venice. Not only serving the best dishes but also beautiful sea views like in heaven, along with the gentle breeze carried by the waves can be enjoyed by every visitor here.

The charismatic men wore luxurious suits, while the beautiful dresses clung to the bodies of the female guests. The accompaniment of the sexy song 'The Godfather' flows gently from the friction of the violin strings. Like the soft sound of a fork and knife tapping on the plate, amidst the laughter of the high-class guests enjoying the best meal of the evening.

Mister Adam and his wife, Miss Bianca, were special guests at table number 27. They were a great couple and quite influential in the City of Venice. Especially Mister Adam, he still inherits the blue blood of Roman royalty. Meanwhile, Miss Bianca is the daughter of a famous official in Venice.

And when Casanova was at the table he immediately bowed. "S-sorry sir, was the order wrong? We will replace it immediately," he said politely.

But the stocky man immediately stood up and threw his plate at Casanova!

"Stupid! A five-star restaurant can go wrong with an order? Hah! What kind of joke is this?" His voice is loud and attracts people's attention.

"Sorry, sir, but we will replace—"

"Shut up! Where is the restaurant owner? I want to talk to him!"

"No need, sir. We will replace your meal soon."

Plaque!

A hard slap landed on Casanova's cheek. The young man looked in pain but did not dare to look at his guest's face.

"You have ruined my dinner! I'm very allergic to shrimp, and you serve shrimp at my dinner table? Son of a bitch!"

Casanova lowered his head even more, and this time he didn't dare to say anything.

"All right, honey, let's just go and find another restaurant!" said Miss Bianca backing her chair, then stood up and took the big man's hand.

Casanova immediately picked up the food that was scattered on the floor. His clothes were dirty with prawn gravy, and damn it! Casanova cursed himself, what a stupid mistake he had made tonight!

Not finished cleaning the floor, suddenly Chef Juna came.

"Stop it! Put down that plate and from tonight on you are fired!"

"Eh? But, Chef—"

"Not!! You've only been working here for 2 days and you're always causing trouble! You have tarnished the reputation of my restaurant!" Chef Juna approached Casanova's face, then said with his Italian accent. "Bastard, Casanova! My guests just now were Mister Adam and Miss Bianca. They are wealthy conglomerates and candidates for mayor in the City of Venice. And tonight you've pissed him off! So in short, Casanova, get your face out of my sight! If I ever see the bridge of your nose again, then by God I will break your bones!"

It's over tonight.

Casanova left the restaurant, after staring at Chef Juna's face with a pitiful look. He thought about his unfortunate fate of being unemployed again!

On the beach, Casanova walked languidly, kicking a can of coke. He ruffled his blonde hair while shouting.

"Aaah!! My bad luck !! How could I possibly survive when my only job was gone? Stupid! Stupid!" He took a stone and began tossing it into the seawater.

cursing himself, and thinking hard about how to survive in the city of Venice, which is famous for its harsh life.

Since childhood, he lived alone. Making a living by being odd jobs. At first, he became a gondolier for tourists visiting Venice's Water City. Also had been a deliveryman for newspapers; also once opened a face painting service that paid $5 per painting. And lastly, he should be grateful because he can work in a fancy restaurant with a fairly large salary. But due to a fatal mistake, tonight he lost his job!

Casanova lives in a small room in a densely populated slum neighborhood. Rented for $100 per month, belongs to Mrs. Merry.

"What shall I say to Mother Merry later? Even though tonight I have promised to pay the rent for my room. Ah, the Fat Widow would be furious. And what's worse, he will throw my things and throw me out of his house!"

Casanova sits by the beach. Letting his feet washed by the waves, and his eyes look at the hundreds of stars scattered far away in the heights.

Even though he has never been to church, and does not believe that God exists, tonight Casanova is the first to pray. He begged whatever was in charge of the sky there so that he could change his fate, which was in a very bad state.

"Lord, if You exist, then please change my fate right now! Wouldn't the wheel of one's destiny keep turning? Don't people say you are very rich? So try throwing some of your money, just $100, for me to pay the rent for the room. Tonight I need it!" Casanova looked up into the sky, praying in doubt!

But suddenly his prayers were answered...

A small box that was carried away by the waves landed at his feet.