The Destiny of Love, Mr. Playboy
Home, now!

The sound of the phone ringing shocked the men who were still lazy to open their eyes. The phone did not stop either. Likewise, the owner of the device, there is no intention to care about the sound of the phone.

"Ohhh." He sighed. Grumbling because his sleep was disturbed.

"Who's calling this hour?" behind the blanket. His whole body was covered with a blanket. Also, he covered his ears to avoid the ringing of the phone. But alas, he forgot to switch to silent mode. He was finally disturbed.

Want to move to silence the device he was lazy. Especially for walking, lifting a device that has been ringing since he was lazy.

The final student prefers to continue his sleep. Let the phone ring while it still has power.

But who can stand to hear the sound that rings from earlier? So did Saga, the handsome young man wearing boxer pants was the same. Although he had closed his ears tightly, but the sound of the phone could still penetrate the fortress that he had closed strongly, according to him.

Lazily, he pulled out the blanket. Get out his hand next door to grab that tired phone ringing.

"Hello!" he said it lazily.

"Saga, how long have you been picking up the phone? Where the hell is it? Huh huh? Mama called you earlier. You are not the same woman anymore, are you? When did you change Saga? Mom is tired of all of you. Until when are you messing with girls, son?"

The thunderous sounds along with the successful consecutive questions have made Sagara keep his phone away from his sense of hearing that seemed almost broken.

"SAGARA!"

Mama Anggie even emphasized the voice calling the name of the child who had not given a word.

"Mom why the hell early in the morning was a storm. So many more questions. Which one did I answer first?" ask Sagara. He had brought the phone back to his ear after Anggie's mother lowered her tone.

"For you to say? It's noon, Sagara. Holy hooch! Don't think Mom's guess is right. You're sleeping with a girl, aren't you?"

Mama Anggie doesn't trust her son anymore. You could say he regretted letting his son go to college away from him. But what else, even though a playboy, Sagara has a high ambition to learn. His brain is smart too. His ideals also cannot be underestimated.

Surprised Sagara heard the mother say that this is no longer the case. He looked at his phone, making sure the clock on his phone was more precise. Is his mother joking or serious.

"Mama ask you now to go home. Your grandfather is very sick. And he keeps saying your name" said Anggie's mom.

"Why is it so fast that time passes. It's supposed to be morning, but it's all of a sudden noon?" grout Sagara. He didn't listen to what Anggie's mom just said.

"What did you say? Time pass quickly? Saga, what mom said, what did you say. Ouch!"

"So, you said you didn't hear me?"

Sagara chose silence. Better he let the mama nag until he got bored. If he tells me the length of the story. Maybe I can get to tomorrow. And Sagara doesn't want that to happen. He still wanted to continue his disturbed sleep.

"Mom ask you to come home now. Your grandfather is very sick. He asks your name constantly. There is no rebuttal. Your plane ticket has been booked."

As soon as Anggie's mom chattered along the railroad tracks. No coma and no breath.

Kaget Sagara heard his grandfather was very sick. It could also turn out that the old man was sick. At the age of 79, grandpa Damar can get sick. Just this time he was asked to go home because Damar's grandfather was sick.

But Sagara remembered his college which was soon to end. Already the stage of writing thesis and internship.

"But ma, Saga's lecture?"

"Everything is arranged. Obviously, now you go home. Otherwise, you will be angry with your mother. And grandpa Damar won't forgive you."

Sagara, cover his body with a blanket. Grumbling because suddenly asked to go home. Although honestly he misses Damar's grandfather. The grandfather he loved so much. Which always existed when he was in High School. Both of his parents were busy working.

Now, Sagara is imagined by the incident last night. When he was at the club, there was a sexy woman accompanying him. Besides being sexy, her body also contains. Especially with clothes lacking in materials. Seamless body, white, black hair like shampoo advertising.

Too long he fantasized so that he forgot the advice of his beloved mother. I went home and found my grandfather who was very ill.

In a hurry he cleaned up his belongings because the flight schedule was fixed. Yes, after talking earlier, Anggie's mom sent a flight ticket to Sagara's phone.

While at the residence of Damar's grandfather, everyone was in a panic. Waiting for news from the doctor who is handling Damar's grandfather at this time. It was the violence of Damar's grandfather's heart that kept them from taking him to the hospital. He hated the hospital.

If he later woke up, he would be furious if he knew that he was in a whitewashed room with a distinctive aroma, the aroma of medicine.

"Already, ma. From just pacing back and forth, not tired what? Like an iron," grumbled her husband, Papa Arian.

"Take it easy" he added to Anggie's mom.

Papa Arian tried to appease his wife.

"How I'm not worried, papa doesn't know how things are now and Sagara hasn't arrived until now. My mother no longer knew about the boy. He's an adult, but he's somehow mature" complained Anggie's mom.

"Mom should be patient. Trust in Sagara. Maybe he hasn't found himself"

Papa Arian was still speaking calmly. He knows, at this time the main thing to do is to calm down, think clearly and not panic. If you panic, your mind will go blank. Lost direction and didn't know what to do.

"In this case, we should think with a cool head. Don't get carried away by emotions. Everything's gonna be okay. Papa is sure Sagara will be coming soon."

Papa Arian was very confident in his words.

The two of them were waiting in front of Damar's grandfather's room. Andra, the little uncle whom Sagara calls his brother, has not arrived. He was on his way home after being called by Anggie's mother, his sister-in-law.

"Sister!"

There was the sound of someone's baritone voice, which broke their seriousness.

"Where is papa, brother? What the hell's going on? Why is my dad suddenly sick?"

Consecutive questions, successfully distract the couple's husband and wife.

"Andra, calm yourself down. You'd better sit down, we'll wait for word from the doctor. Papa is being examined now" Arian told his youngest brother.

"What happened, brother? How could papa suddenly be like this? Papa has it been okay all along?"

The fruit did not fall far from the tree. So did Andra, his stubbornness contracted from papa Damar, his papa and Arian.

"Andra, we also don't know why it could be like this. Suddenly papa is like this. We don't know what's going on." Anggie, her sister-in-law is trying to explain.

"But you're home, how can you not know?"

"Andra, stop arguing! It is not the time to accuse or blame someone now. No one knows when the disease came and to whom" Arian said calmly.

Of the three, only he was the calmest right now.