Cassandra Loving

Pras Secret

Dini could only round her eyes with the choice of the dress that Cassandra had chosen.

As a boutique officer, he had no power. Buyers are king, right?

Cassandra squinted her eyes. He seems so enthusiastic. He seems to think about what color does Pras like?

"Ah, yes! Motor vespa Pras is a dark brown color. Maybe he likes that color. Means..."

Cassandra continued to bathe while her finger slicked down the selected dresses that were arranged Early on the table.

"OKAY. This one Mba Dini. I like this one. Can I take a picture?" Cassandra looked up at Dini with her bright eyes.

Dini could only nod in resignation. He gulped his saliva while grinning. "Oh my goodness! This young girl wants to wear a dress as open as this to the show her dad made? Later if Ms. Kamila gets sprayed, I'll get hit too. Ah already! Bodo greatly!"

Cassandra then busy folding her choice of brown dress so as not to look too short pieces when she photos later.

The dress is indeed beautiful and will definitely look cool on Cassandra's slim body. Moreover, her white skin, smooth face and beautiful long hair will support this perfect dress on her body.

It's just that the cut is too short above the knee a little bit. This dress is also low cut on the chest. A beautiful rope looks decorate the shoulders.

Cassandra knew her papa would be upset to see her dressed like this. But the goal is not that. She would scapegoat Pras for this dress.

He would make Pras choose this dress for her. So later when he wore it to the party, Pras could not reason anymore. Just say, "You're the one who chose it."

Just imagining this scene already made Cassandra feel victorious.

"Can you borrow the red one?" Cassandra then pointed towards the bright red dress whose color was very striking.

Here again can only nod and take. Okay, back to the initial rule: buyers are king!

Czechoslovakia! Czechoslovakia!

Cassandra photographed the two dresses separately. Brown dress and red dress. Then he called Pras' number.

"Hallo?" Pras' voice sounded surprised. Cassandra who hated and was hostile to him suddenly called. What the hell is going on?

"Pras, you check the chat ya cepetan. I just sent you two dress options for me to wear tonight. You choose."

Tut!

Cassandra did not wait for Pras to answer. He closed the call unilaterally. Purpose clear. She wanted Pras to choose a brown dress for her.

***

Pras who just finished bathing because he had finished exercising was pensively staring at the screen of his phone.

"Chocolate or red? Red is too bright. Chocolate.mm, this is Mayasa's favorite color." Pras muttered softly.

Unknowingly Pras' lips smiled. So he remembered the time he came home from a business trip to Dubai, Pras bought a brown coat for Masaya and the woman he loved it so much.

[[Okay. That's chocolate."  ]]

Pras replies to Cassandra's message and puts her phone back on the table.

While rubbing her wet hair with a towel, Pras thought again. Why was Cassandra suddenly being friendly to him? Ah, I don't know.

Pras doesn't want much thought. He doesn't know Cassandra wasn't quite satisfied with it yesterday. He wanted to make Pras even more upset with him. The goal is clear: let Pras can not stand it and plead by himself to cancel this matchmaking.

Pras put his wet towel in place. He's a neat guy.

It felt a bit strange because from now on his father actually banned him from the office and meddled in the affairs of the company. Usually, we are busy. Now he feels like unemployed.

"This year, Pras. Just one year. Focus on Cassandra."

That's what Arik Gudono said. And Pras has no power to resist.

When Pras was about to open his laptop, his phone that he had put on the table rang again. He thought it was Cassandra again, but it wasn't.

"Hugo's? Why her?" Pras.

He raised the call while opening the door to his balcony in search of fresh air. The laptop is half open, he left it.

"Yes Hugo?"

"Prass! Your boyfriend who was serious yesterday wanted to join the project? Beautiful too she. How can you want to be the same. Haha. Can I have her contact directly?" Hugo immediately without a shady aling-aling shows his interest in Cassandra.

Who is the power to resist the charm of Cassandra's beauty. Hugo who used to meet many beautiful women also admitted, Cassandra has its own charm.

"Hugo, please. Seriously, she's not just my boyfriend. We're getting married. About the project, hold it first. Yesterday I was just a fad about knowing you guys because Cassandra can't believe we used to be in a band together at High School.

Okay, don't try to seduce him, yeah. He's mine!" From the tone of his voice, Pras looked like he was putting up a wall aloft for Hugo. Yes, Hugo does need to be emphasized about this kind of boundary because he is famous for 'breaking boundaries.'

For some reason though not put a special feeling on the girl, but Pras' instinct to keep her away from Hugo is so strong.

Playboy hugo. He's player. Shit Hugo knew Cassandra was idolizing him. Cassandra is an easy prey.

And Hugo's his own kind of guy. She doesn't care if it's her friend's boyfriend, her cousin, even her brother. If he likes it, he will take it. Especially now his position with all this popularity makes him bigger and bigger.

"Pras, be honest. You guys are being fooled, right? Yesterday the story was incomplete. You also avoid the time I asked why break up from the girl you know when we accidentally met in Bali.

The feeling I haven't seen that girl in a long time. I forgot what his name was. Now it's Cassandra. You said you wanted to get married again. Still in high school, Pras." Hugo is somehow suddenly drawn to the private life of his old best friend.

Pras closed his eyes and breathed a breath of fresh air from the balcony of his room which happened to be the bottom of the garden next to his house.

His head suddenly throbbed. He knew Hugo would always be interested in beautiful girls. His bait to lure Cassandra he felt wrong. But if it wasn't for Hugo, Cassandra would have thrown him with a guitar yesterday while they were arguing in the music room.

"Hugo, it doesn't need that much detail you know. What's clear is not Cassandra's age because she's my future wife. Although still in High School, but soon he's 20 years old. About Masaya, yes we have broken up. Don't talk about him.

I contacted you yesterday because I needed that little help. Now that's enough. You don't have to ask Cassandra for a contact. Okay well? Covered phone!" Pras apparently doesn't want to say much.

Following Hugo whose habits are sometimes beyond reason is exhausting. As who has known Hugo for a dozen years, Pras is full of swallowing all his magical behavior that sometimes does make him want to break the friendship.

I don't know, though. Hugo has a charm to make his friends come back. It is easy to make mistakes but it is also easy to apologize as if nothing happened.

"Pras, wait! I know who Mayasa-Mayasa is!" Hugo's voice sounded different now. He laughed at the end of his sentence.

Pras who was about to hang up the phone call instantly frowned.

"meaning? Mayasa?" pras asked with a pounding heart.

Hugo laughed again. Pras is getting furious. What the fuck? The feeling used to only be introduced at a glance because it was accidentally met in Bali. Hugo seems to know something about Mayasa.

"Yes. I just remembered her name Mayasa after you mentioned it earlier. Mayasa is a widow, right? Son 3..."

Pras was struck by lightning.

How does Hugo know?

CONNECT ...

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