Cassandra Loving

Fiesta

"Prass! Please," said Cassandra with a tone of voice that has begun to weaken.

Pras shook his head without looking at Cassandra. He focused on seeing the road in front of him. His face revealed a triumphant smile.

He didn't like the situation, but he got carried away by Cassandra's game. Who started it?

Cassandra started to complain. He was obviously worried about his father's good name if he came up with this kind of outfit.

"Prass! It's not funny, yes!" Cassandra began to get upset and her tone rose.

Pras even more megompori by hitting Cassandra with his own words earlier.

"Well, how do you panic now? Not that you said the dress was nice. I like it too. Beautiful, really. Fitting in you. Papa you must also be proud to recognize you to his friends with you wearing such a dress. Aye, right?" Pras answered casually while glancing at Cassandra who was now stiff as a dry canoebo.

Cassandra was silent.

Cassandra's silence made Pras feel himself to have been evil with her words just now.

Yes, the weak side of Pras is that he cannot turn evil on people who have been evil to him though.

So even though yesterday he had been massacred with slander while in the hospital and restaurant, Pras still could not turn evil on Cassandra. Moreover, the child was now silent while hugging his own shoulders.

Hatchui!

Cassandra suddenly sneezed. Pras glanced at pity. He set the car's AC temperature so that Cassandra was not too cold but still she sneezed again.

Yes who told me to wear sleeveless and short clothes so night-night. Definitely cold.

Pras finally collapsed. He wanted to bring Cassandra home to change clothes. He was just bluffing back.

"I'm looking for a spin back in front. We're going home again. No papa, we're late. What matters is that you change your clothes first." Pras said in a rather slow tone.

Cassandra was silent. His hand was still hugging his own arm that was not wrapped in a single thread.

"Cock quiet? You didn't hear what I said?" Pras asked once more but his eyes were busy staring at the road signs, looking for a turnaround sign.

"No papa. I heard, kok. I'm just surprised that you haven't talked to me anymore. Yesterday you were like me when you talked to me. Wh why? Now you feel familiar?" Cassandra's prestige about the dress tries to cover up her sense of defeat by disturbing Pras again.

Pras growling. His face suddenly stiffened.

Oh, yeah yeah. The mention of my pronouns for himself will automatically be used in front of people he feels foreign or indeed he wants to keep a distance with that person.

If it is familiar and comfortable, the call turns into a casual and non-formal like me-you. Except for the older ones of course.

Although sometimes not realized, but Pras the most organized and neat man's life did have a sensitive habit about the call.

"Udah! Don't try to fool me. You don't want me to turn around!" Pras immediately changed his call with me-me again.

Cassandra laughed. He knew Pras deliberately threatened him because of his prestige.

I do not imagine that they have one school and have to act as teachers and students. Funny conflicts and mutual prestige of each of these kinds will certainly occur without being prevented.

Cassandra's laughter came to a halt when a few meters before the turn sign she saw the portal approaching.

"Well, the road is closed. Can't turn around." Cassandra stopped her laughter.

Pale pras. He forgot that curfew there is a rule to open and close the line like this. If it is straight, it will be further turned back. While time has gone.

"Prass! Turn to the hotel!" Cassandra was panicking.

Sedative PRAS. He said he would go into the exit lane and turn around to go home. Later he will speed.

But it turns out that Pras' plan failed miserably. As soon as the car entered the hotel area and crossed the priority parking area, suddenly there was Prambodo aka Papa Cassandra was chatting with someone.

Prambodo who recognized Pras car directly confronted and gave a code to the hotel officer to direct parking.

Cassandra's panicking. Pras can only grin.

Cassandra's out in a panic.

"Where do I know. He said that there was a friend who stayed at this hotel and would continue to meet. Maybe the one who talked to Papa last time. I'm talking about Papa talking here. Ah, he's walking this way again. What is this, Pras?" Cassandra felt weak. She pointed to the dress that she showed proudly a few minutes ago with a sad face.

Pras twisting the brain. After turning off the car's engine, he immediately removed his seat belt and removed his tuxedo top.

"It! Wear this! The color matches your dress." Pras draped the old brown tuxedo onto Cassandra's shoulder.

For a few seconds, they looked at each other.

Is that the flag of hostility that Cassandra is blazing?

Pras who he enemies is actually trying to protect him with his gentle attitude.

"Skewers, Pras!" Cassandra glanced frantically at his shoulders.

"It's okay. PD aja's. No need to put his arm in. Shrinked to the shoulders. I saw models wearing clothes on the catwalk yesterday during product coverage. And that's cool. Yes from your arms everywhere so cold.

It's not papa. Consider you a model. You're no less beautiful than a model, Cassandra. Comeondown! Papa you're getting closer. Uh, but wait. Your d**da section is rather open. Your hair is like this to cover. Nah! Okay fine! Perfect!"

Pras suddenly became a professional style director. He pulled out Cassandra's well-groomed hair and pointed it forward.

Cassandra was at a loss for words. He looked at Pras with a confused look. How can this guy be this good to him when he could not care about him.

"Thanks." -." Cassandra whispered softly.

Despite the prestige, gratitude is still spoken from his sweet lips.

Pras just smiled then rushed to open the door and came down.

Cassandra glanced back. Her father actually approached their car with his friend. When Cassandra confirmed again his 'worthy' appearance in the public eye, Pras had already opened the door of his car.

Oho! Last time riding Pras also opened the car door for him, right?

"Why is his attitude so sweet? How can I keep being evil and working on it?" cassandra's mind began to faintly raise her war flag against Pras.

Cassandra got out of the car and stood up awkwardly. He glanced at Pras looking smiling with his white shirt and brown pants. Stay handsome. Cassandra has to admit that. But this neat handsome type is not his taste. His dream is Hugo! The point!

"San, how long has it been. Though the time Papa left Pras already picked up, loh." The possessive Papa Cassandra immediately glanced suspiciously at Cassandra and Pras.

Pras just grinned and then reasoned that it was a bit jammed. Yes, maybe they are honest. "Yes, Om. We were long because of the fight. Kids don't really wear clothes!"

Pras the honest man is somehow lately trained once about lying.

Prambodo was finally unwilling to extend the business and nodded in confidence. Then he introduced his friend to Cassandra and Pras.

"Know this Om Bambang. Her college friend Mama Cassandra used to. Old company Om Bambang had cooperation with our company." Then Prambodo is more excited to mince up Cassandra bored to be pretentious.

Pras even like enjoying the conversation. He chimed in a few times. Cassandra was inexhaustible.

"Oh, it is mostly hanging out with Mr-Bapak anyway eating Pras looks old quickly. His style, his way of speaking, his thinking. Ah, stale. Pras is the same age as Hugo! Ah Hugo... . I should have been sleeping in my room while watching a live stream of her concert in Bali. I'm not supposed to be at this ridiculous party!" Cassandra is angry.

"Oh, come on in. There's a lot to say. Oh yes, Pras. You keep getting Cassandra, yeah. This kid doesn't like parties. Moreover, he does not know everyone. Keep her from running away until the end of the show, yeah. The announcement of your engagement at the end of the event is because" Prambodo said as they walked down the hotel lobby to the elevator.

A few meters from the elevator area, Mayasa who just entered from the parking door saw Pras from a distance.

His Pras. With the girl...

Mayasa's heart was like being pierced by a dagger. Be ill...

SERIATE...

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