Fated To Love You's

What's Going On

I don't know what time Mike arrived at his house. But for sure, now the sky has darkened to change the night.

"Mike, why did you just come home? Papa has been waiting for you since." Papa Jo welcomes Mike with a happy face. But as soon as he saw the gloomy face and the tangled appearance of his son, the look of the happy face changed full of question marks.

"Mike what's up, son. What's going on?" Papa Jo followed Mike's footsteps to the second floor where his son's room was located.

But instead of stopping or slowing down, Mike actually accelerated his footsteps. The man with the disheveled body and face did not even care about the question of the father who looked so worried about him.

"Mike what's up?" Papa Jo held back the door of his son's room that was about to close.

"Pa, please step aside," asked Mike to the father. He doesn't want to talk to anyone, including Papa Jo. Mike even forgot his promise earlier this afternoon to talk to his father about important things once he got home.

"Papa will step aside. But answer first, why you? What the hell is going on?" urge Papa Jo without putting her foot away.

"Mike ain't pa-pa."

"What about pa-pa? You came home with a gini-like appearance, you said no pa-pa?" One thing Papa Jo never did was yell at his son. But for some reason at this time, he actually slightly increased the intonation of his voice to make Mike a little surprised.

"Please give Mike time alone first. Mike promised to talk to Papa if Mike was ready," asked Mike again. And this time there are conditions for application.

Papa Jo could only let out a long sigh, then let the son in and locked himself inside his room.

Papa Jo walks down to the living room on the first floor. He took his cell phone which was right on the table. Then without waiting long Papa Jo made a phone call.

Once, twice. But the number that Papa Jo is going to is completely inactive. And it makes Papa Jo's worry grow bigger.

"Last afternoon, the number was active but not raised at all. And now the number is not active at all" muttered Papa Jo with a frustrated sigh.

Papa Jo just tried to call Floren's phone number. The middle-aged man wanted to know what had really happened to his son. Because of what Papa Jo knows, Mike was last at Papa Foryn's house.

Although a little unsure, but Papa Jo felt that what happened to his son today must be related to Floryn.

"Does Papa Floryn not approve of Mike being in touch with his daughter?" ask Papa Jo to himself. But the next second he shook his head steadily.

"That's impossible." After all on what basis Papa Floryn rejected this kind and handsome son. In the eyes of Papa Jo, Mike has millions of plus points compared to men his age. Even until now Papa Jo did not see any minus value in the son.

Papa Jo rubbed his face in frustration. I don't know what to do, Papa Jo doesn't know. He was only worried because all this time he had never seen his son come home with this chaotic appearance.

...***...

The dark has changed light. The sun was already unabashedly showing its rays when Papa Jo was sitting his body in the dining room.

"Still in his room, sir. Aunty called but there was absolutely no word from the room. Maybe Den Mike's still sleeping."

Hearing the word no word from inside the room makes Papa Jo panic. He got up from his seat. With a little running, Papa Jo climbed the stairs in a hurry.

"Mike open the door." Papa Jo knocked on his son's bedroom door impatiently. Before long, the knock on the door turned into a bang, but it was still as if it was not heard by the hunghun in the room there.

"Bi, take the spare key in my room Bi," papa Jo asked the housekeeper who had been following her.

"Now sir?"

"Yes Bi now." Papa Jo's housekeeper rushes to carry out the duties of her employer. Especially when it was clearly visible the face of his master who was in a state of extreme panic. "Bi, splinter."

After receiving a spare key from the hand of his housekeeper, Papa Jo impatiently opens the door to his son's room.

"Mike's.." Not seeing the son. Papa Jo was surprised by the condition of Mike's room that looked very messy. Items that are usually on the table are now scattered on the floor.

"Where are you?"

On the bed that had been disheveled did not see the figure of the son at all. Papa Jo went to the bathroom and walked in the closet. But again he could not find the whereabouts of the son.

"Mike, where are you?" mumbling Frustrated. Papa Jo's already taken the phone in his pants pocket to contact Ello and Alex. But the screams of his domestic assistant made Papa Jo ponder his intention to call the two friends Mike.

"Master, Den Mike is here." The sound of screaming came from the balcony. With his broad steps, Papa Jo walked to the source of the sound.

"Good shit Mike." Papa Jo crouched down in front of Mike's body who was sitting curled up on the floor in the corner of the balcony.

Mike's body looks pale, even his son began to shiver in the cold. I don't know since when Mike was outside his room to make his body this cold.

Papa Jo looked around where many cigarette butts were splattered. As Papa Jo knew, his son did not smoke at all. But how can there be so many cigarette butts here.

Ignoring the condition of the balcony filled with cigarette butts, Papa Jo carried the body of the son on his back by exerting all the energy he had.

"Bi, please open the door even wider."

Slowly Papa Jo laid Mike's body on the bed. Then wrap the body of the son to get warm again.

After calling the doctor and asking his housekeeper to make a porridge, Papa Jo again sat on the side of the bed. The middle-aged man's gaze stared softly at the son's face. "What really happened, son?"