Cassandra Loving

Broken and Anger

Car and motorcycle parking in this hospital is indeed the position face to face.

Whether by chance or indeed a fate line that opens its own path, Mayasa's car is parked right in front of this painful sight.

Mayasa still wiped her tears with a strong pretentious look at Pras who even helped tidy up Cassandra's hair that was a little messy because of wearing a helmet.

"It's romantic. It should have been me," heartbroken Mayasa.

Though the actual scene is Cassandra upset because Pras touched her hair.

"Ngapain is an attention-grabbing. Let's go in!" Cassandra rebuffs Pras' hand, the neat guy who itches his hand looking at Cassandra's messy hair.

"It's not. But later papa you suspect why your hair is so disheveled. He thinks you're riding in the car with me. He thought I said what you did in the car," said Pras while grinning.

Cassandra who was trying to comb her own hair with her hands then glared at Pras with her pretty sharp eyes.

"Emang did it in the car until my hair was a mess! Basic brain cab**l! I know you're 7 years older than me. But I'm not that stupid!

Listen yeah! Even if we end up getting married later, don't expect you to touch me! Camn it! I just want to marry you to Papa!" Cassandra said annoyedly and at the end of the sentence she punched Pras in the arm.

"Aw!" With reflex Pras screamed.

Cassandra just stares cynically then ties her hair with the original after thought maybe Pras is right too. Better not to look messy, just tied up.

"sickness. I just, mmm... . I was just kidding. Do not immediately dismiss me cab**l so dong. I'm a guy who really appreciates women. I'm it..."

"Alas! So much talk! Comein! Papa is waiting!" Cassandra who had finished tying her hair immediately pulled Pras' hand because she was lazy to argue in the parking lot.

Pras looks cute pulled-pull Cassandra the tomboy.

The scenes of hostility and debate all the time between them subconsciously made them close to each other.

The scene does look funny and romantic from behind the glass of Mayasa's car. He was jealous in secret but could not do anything.

"Beautiful indeed. The boss's son again. Still young too. No wonder Pras really likes that kid. Ah, Masaya. Know who you are. Pras is no longer yours. And forever he will never be yours.

Unleash it. Pras deserves a better woman. You're just trash. Widow child 3, 37 years old. Like the sky and the earth compared to Mr. Prambodo's beautiful son." Mayasa muttered to himself while wiping his tears.

About this matchmaking, Mayasa had already kissed the rumors from the office employees. But it turns out when you know directly in front of your eyes like this it feels 100x more pain.

Oh, breaking up well because both understand the relationship has no future turns out to hurt more than breaking up because cheated.

It felt even similar to when Mayasa lost her husband.

Yeah, his heartbreak is like this. Hollow, longing, but can't be anything but just reminiscing sweet memories.

Drtts! Drtts!

Mayasa who was actually about to get out of the car since then was still stuck here because of a painful incident just now.

He pulled out the vibrating phone in his bag which he put in the empty passenger seat next to him.

"Ouch! Mr. Prambodo again." Mayasa looked panicked.

Yes, the goal here is on your own idea. He has a document to sign Prambodo who when contacted he said he did not enter the office today because he was in the hospital.

Mayasa who had finished meeting with a client at the restaurant opposite the hospital clearly happily said he wanted to visit the man here.

"Hello Mr Prambodo?" Mayasa who had been crying tried to normalize his hoarse voice with a few throats.

"Masaya, are you my nyamperin? Is the meeting over?" Prambodo's voice panicked Mayasa.

Ow hell! If he came to his boss, then obviously he would meet Pras and Cassandra there too. Why else would they be here if not for that guy.

Mayasa took a deep breath and tried to find a reason that made his head suddenly dizzy.

"Mmm, how ya. Sorry yes, sir. I rushed home because my babysitter called. I'm going back to the office, anyway. But you're working tomorrow? Tomorrow's his signature, sir. Sorry again." Mayasa lies to keep his own heart.

The call was terminated. Mayasa patted his own forehead regretfully. He slapped his head on the steering wheel of his car.

"Geez! I shouldn't have lied about the kids. My son is sick again. Where Mr. Prambodo is really understanding as usual. Arghhh!" Masaya complained because she felt her day was suddenly chaotic.

He wants to hate Pras but can't. He hates Cassandra and feels guilty about it. Cassandra is the son of Mr. Prambodo, a man who has contributed a lot in his career.

He survived in office because of the influence of Mr. Prambodo also who maintained it even though his condition is not ideal to occupy an important position because he is a widow and mother.

Not to discriminate rights between male and female employees, but Masaya's condition was undeniable to make him a lot absent because his son was often sick and he did not have a husband to take turns taking care.

At a time when Arik Gudono who is an important person also wants to change his position, Prambodo firmly maintains Mayasa.

Then Mayasa hated the son of the man who had contributed to him? Oh, his name is ungrateful. But Mayasa was still annoyed at the girl who seized his Pras.

Aghhh! This taste is quite complicated as well.

***

While in the waiting room special patient and companion.

"The doctor had a sudden operation. Yes Papa was just a doctor who spoke directly to you about Papa's disease.

Papa's improving, really. Even the cure is one less now. Relax, San." Prambodo's lying. The doctor just increased the dose of the drug and added one.

Cassandra looked at her father sadly.

Since Cassandra knew about her illness, her father usually always avoided and looked for reasons when Cassandra insisted on accompanying her to the hospital.

Prambodo really did not want his daughter to see him suffer because of the effects of the treatment. Cassandra wanted to talk to the doctor. Eating even though the conditions must be delivered Pras, Cassandra wants to come here.

As for Prambodo, the mission of getting Cassandra here was to have Pras and Cassandra close.

"It's a long time ago, Pa?" Cassandra asked in a lethargic manner.

Prambodo. The doctor is not going anywhere.

"Home home, yuk. Or how about lunch first? There is Papa's favorite restaurant and his papa Pras favorite near the hospital. Pras wants to, right?" Prambodo started again launching the action. Anyway the important thing Pras and Cassandra have a lot of moments together.

Pras obviously nodded. "Yes, Om."

Prambodo stared in satisfaction while patting his son-in-law's shoulder. He didn't even care if Cassandra agreed or didn't for this impromptu joint cyan meal.

"OKAY. Because Cassandra was with the same car Pras, now it is better. Papa's same driver Papa, Sandra Sama Pras. Okay?" Prambodo who does not know that Pras riding a motorcycle said casually.

Pras suddenly tense. His seat is upright.

Cassandra reacted otherwise. He smiled nosyly. Is it time to pras?

"Okay, Pa. I'm the same Pras. We were on a motorcycle here. Pras bonceng me. Exciting, loh. We're fighting on the road. We're..."

"W-WHAT?" Prambodo looks shocked.

Meanwhile Pras clearly looked pale.

Jeez Cassandra must've done it on purpose. Though they had agreed that Cassandra would not tell her papa about this.

"PRAS! YOU ARE CRAZY! YOU KNOW CASSANDRA CAN'T RIDE A BIKE! HE'S BEEN IN A BAD ACCIDENT!" Prambodo unconsciously shouted at Pras who lowered his bow.

The patients, the patient's companions, and the pacing nurses all gawked in shock at Prambodo's angry cries.

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