Cassandra Loving

Attitudes that Change

Mayasa subconsciously stopped his steps. His eyes stared at the nano.

Her beautiful blue dress looks fit and beautiful on Mayasa's body. The caravan was also very mature and graceful. All fitting.

Yeah, everything feels right. Except for the presence of 3 figures in front of him.

The three figures he looked at his back from a distance.

The slightly slouching old back belonged to Prambodo, the boss who helped his career, who was in his troubled times through help money and connections when his husband was sick to death.

The stooped back he cried when the man said he was very sick and probably would not be able to live long in this world.

"Cassandra is cold. But please May, you approach her if I'm not around. He needs a mother figure. You're a mother cannibal. I was afraid the boy was losing his way. He has no one but me and his mother.

You always say you owe me. Consider it you are returning the favor. At least try to approach him if he's misguided. You must understand what I mean, right?"

Then the words he wanted to forget appeared again in Mayasa's memory.

"Ah, why did I nod that time, anyway? Why did I stop at that time?" Mayasa felt her chest tight.

"Mrs May, come on in. How to stay here." Her Erin-junior in the office seemed to surprise her from behind.

Mayasa was wrong.

"Eh, oh. N-no, really. It was really shoes. I think I'll go to the toilet first. Go ahead, Er." Masaya tried to distract.

The beautiful junior named Erin then nodded and left, along with the elevator that Pras boarded, Cassandra and her papa covered.

The backs that Mayasa was looking at disappeared, changing with a shadow of a face before the elevator closed tightly.

Through those few seconds Mayasa could see Pras looking smiling while looking at Cassandra whose face looked thin.

"Oh, more beautiful than I thought. Tall, slender, white, and clearly young." Mayasa saturate with a wiry.

Mayasa stared at her high heels, her handbag, and her dark blue dress. He really lacks confidence.

Mayasa dressed for over an hour tonight. It had been imagined Pras would glance at him with a graceful look. But seeing Cassandra just now made her suddenly insecure...

What does she compare to Cassandra. Look at the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, on his forehead, his hair one by one began to grow gray. Beauty salons and various treatments may be able to cope temporarily, but can not cover up the fact that there is: it ages.

***

Then Pras who apparently did not know that Mayasa also came on the show that night looks calm following the flow of this play.

Yes, Cassandra seems to have been 'benign.' Maybe he was also silent because this situation made him uncomfortable. How to be comfortable, everyone in the room stared at him as soon as he came.

Cassandra felt like a spectacle. He's bowing more. Pras knows Cassandra's feelings and tries to make her comfortable.

"Please, Pras. You know what to do? I'll go there first." Prambodo glanced at Pras, gave the code to take care of Cassandra aka make sure the child was not acting.

"Yes, Om. Sure. Cassandra has to know people." Pras replied casually.

Prambodo patted his shoulder and went away to greet the other invited guests.

Pras was alone with Cassandra. Cassandra seemed to shake her head as Pras tried to get her to greet some people.

"Cassandra, however, even if you do not want to take care of business, at least you know who are important people who have a big role in the company." Pras tried to convince.

Cassandra kept shaking. Pras then shrugged his shoulders with resignation. Yeah, he doesn't want to force.

Cassandra tries to assume everyone here doesn't exist. He just stared at Pras. Pras treated him very well. He took a drink, invited to talk, invited to a quiet corner so as not to be seen too people. Pras knew what Cassandra was resting in this crowd.

Pras is gentle. He really noticed it. He actually embraces his shoulders and makes sure Cassandra is aligned with his steps. That action may be trivial. But for Cassandra, it felt somehow comfortable.

Moreover, the top of the tuxedo Pras on his shoulders made him feel warm. Feel protected.

"Cassandra, I'm going to the toilet for a second, yeah." Pras looked at Cassandra.

Cassandra shook her head and quickly said, "I'm coming!"

Pras looked confused. She knew Cassandra might be confused about being left alone. But just cook it to the toilet, will he come?

"Cassandra, male and female toilets are different." Pras scratched his head.

"Y-yeah, it's different. I went to the girls' toilet. Abis you're done you call me, I'll get out and we'll be here together again." Cassandra insisted.

Pras can't do anything but agree.

Ughhhh! Thankfully it was good. Try him to respond to Cassandra's behavior yesterday with the right thing. Cassandra can come to this kind of event.

Pras took Cassandra to the toilet. Mayasa followed them silently.

***

Cassandra stared at the reflection of her own reflection in the glass. Her makeup still looks perfect.

The tuxedo Pras's top warmed his shoulders.

Ah, the savior of his crazy dress. Cassandra sees this toilet quiet and she takes off Pras' tuxedo. Smooth skin of his shoulders so exposed. At the same time Mayasa went into the toilet and their eyes immediately met from the reflection of the mirror image.

"Hi!" Mayasa somehow greeted Cassandra.

Cassandra, who was not familiar with Mayasa, looked flat in the mirror. The image of Mayasa's friendly face brightened into a smile.

"The son of Mr. Prambodo, right?" Mayasa walked closer until he stood parallel in front of the same mirror.

Cassandra who was just staring at Mayasa from the mirror now turned to look at him directly.

Mayasa's eyes looked friendly. Cassandra, who is usually cold and cold towards new people, is a bit lethargic as well. He nodded.

"I'm Mayasa. Mayasa Arin's. Mr. Prambodo often tells about you. You are more beautiful than I imagined." Mayasa praised in a tone that seemed sincere. But in his heart who knows?

Cassandra simply smiled in response to the compliment. He does not like to be praised excessively, especially by strangers who are newly known.

Cassandra looked at Mayasa with a confused look. Mayasa looked at her with a gaze as if scanning Cassandra from head to toe.

Cassandra was getting uncomfortable. He then wears a tuxedo Pras top again. I don't know why Cassandra feels Mayasa is a strange woman. How not. Suddenly he appeared, suddenly he introduced himself, and could look at him like he was judging something like this.

Fortunately, just when Mayasa was about to open his mouth again, Cassandra immediately saw a message notification from Pras.

[[[I'm done and waiting for you in front of the ladies' toilet door."  ]]

Cassandra immediately saved her phone and prepared to go out.

"Excuse me." Cassandra walked past Mayasa and opened the door.

Mayasa felt somewhat unwilling to accept his warm-hearted attitude being greeted coldly. He followed Cassandra out.

"Cassandra, wait!" Mayasa.

Cassandra turned her head just as Pras was waiting for her outside.

For the first time Pras, Cassandra, Mayasa meet.

Mayasa felt like he was being caught red-handed.

Pras felt awkward all of a sudden.

Only Cassandra stared at them innocently. He doesn't know anything. He did not know that Pras and Mayasa had a depth of feeling so deep.

CONNECT ...

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