Living in the cities and having all the luxuries he wanted was Scaramouche's daily life. From going to parties every Friday night to hoggling on Starbucks drinks, he doesn't see his life as more perfect than this.

That is, until his mother forced him to go to their own farm in the province, a sort of punishment for his spoiled behavior. Scaramouche's face turned sour, looking at his new place where he's about to spend his month. "Ugh, wala 'bang signal dito?" He complained.