Cassandra Loving

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Cassandra who was leaning leisurely while enveloping her body with a tuxedo turned her head. His eyebrows cringed.

Pras suddenly felt sorry asking this question. But his mouth was itching with curiosity.

"Mayasa? Oh Mothers," said Cassandra casually.

Pras nodded.

"He didn't say anything, anyway. Just a little weird, I guess. Know-how to get into the toilet. I think it's papa's office guy who just happens to want to go to the toilet together. But he suddenly called my name. A little surprised, too.

He said my dad told him a lot about me. That's aja, anyway. He worried about me with a strange look from head to toe. Do you know Miss Mayasa?" ask Cassandra.

Pras was silent for a moment and then nodded.

"Yes, Mayasa is one of your papa's confidants. That's why he knows you. He's good at it." Pras answered slowly while focusing on driving.

"Mayasa? You call him Mayasa doang? Don't wear that ma'am? Isn't he older than you?" Cassandra asked curiously.

It's a little bit of a wonder Cassandra is too. Pras is usually the most polite guy he has ever known. In fact, he always used my formal greeting - you or I - you on a new person.

How could Pras call Mayasa by name only when the woman is older. So Cassandra thought.

Pras looked a little nervous.

"i-yes. I mean earlier Miss Mayasa," she said rather flatly.

Cassandra only believes the mangosteen and then back engrossed with her daydream to see the streets.

Silent again.

"So now it's not me-you call him anymore? But me-you?" Cassandra laughed semi-literate towards Pras.

Apparently tonight's event made them become more fluid with each other.

Pras then laughed.

"I think we should look more familiar like this, especially in front of your papa. Especially when we meet often at school.

Cassandra, we're at peace, yeah. Don't fuck me in front of your papa again like yesterday. I swear it's not funny!" Pras tried to further dilute the atmosphere again.

Somehow Pras felt that interacting with Cassandra made it easier to forget Mayasa and get the woman out of his mind, at least for a moment.

Cassandra laughs. Yes, he knows Pras is not a stupid man. He knows and can read all his actions.

"What is the guarantee that we are at peace?" Cassandra looked at Pras boldly.

Pras seemed to be thinking while driving. "Warranty?"

"Yes. Guarantee. If you ask me for peace and do not insult you or slander you in front of papa again do you want to give a guarantee? Yes, for example, you promise you will cancel the engagement when your father has somewhat improved his health condition. Or what it is..."

Pras is silent.

"Cassandra, you may still have high hopes for your papa's recovery. But I know my real mother who has the same disease as Om Prambodo. His life expectancy is small..."

Pras really wanted to say that but his mouth was silent. He did not want to lower the expectations of the girl.

'If papa's health condition improves' as if only the words in the fairy tale for Pras. He knew very well how the old man endured so much pain that it certainly wasn't shown exactly in front of Cassandra. Pras knows that.

"Jawab Pras's. Let's say 'yes.' It would be hard if I was the only one who refused this matchmaking. You are not refusing to even agree. Come, Pras. You don't really want to marry me, do you? You know I'm like this. I'm not your type." Cassandra was feeling anxious. He thought this was a good opportunity to persuade Pras.

All that is persuaded is silence.

Cassandra started to complain and rather nag.

"You're wrong. You're my type. So I agree this matchmaking because we are optimistic that we will be suitable later. Be stuck. Let's try, yeah." Pras said softly.

Cassandra looked upset. Tuxedo Pras, who was used to cover his body, slammed into his lap.

"Don't be silly, Pras. First, our age is far different. I don't like older guys..." Cassandra was chatty again. But then his words stopped once he remembered that Hugo who he was half-dead was also the same age as Pras.

Pras is silent. He waited for Cassandra to keep talking.

"I don't like guys that are too neat as you. I don't like you because..." And Cassandra lost her words again amidst her scolding.

"I can change. Me, mmm a-I can try to look messier again later. When it comes to age, isn't that not important? We're only 7 years apart. Aye, right?" Pras looked a bit confused as well.

Cassandra laughed. Yeah, 7 years. Just 7 years. Just like Hugo's age gap, the lover of his dreams.

"You like the same younger one?" Cassandra responded. But he doesn't nag anymore. His voice sounded more friendly.

Pras smiled with a slapped heart. Ah, for him age doesn't matter, does it? Just look at the age difference with Mayasa. 10 years. The woman was even older.

"Y-yes, I like couples younger than me. So you're my type, like I said." Pras said his sect.

Cassandra was silent.

Silent again.

Pras was busy driving and Cassandra glanced at him while leaning on the passenger seat.

Yes, Pras can be said to be handsome, anyway. But yes, far less compared to Hugo. Cassandra took a deep breath.

"You know I agreed to this matchmaking because I was forced to. Because papa. Because this is my last and only request after finding out he's been doctor-punished for his cancer.

If you, because what? Because papa you too? I think Om Arik is quite different, unlike the old man who likes to force his choking on children. I want to know your reason." Cassandra opened the conversation again.

Pras smiled knot. He stopped his car right in front of the red light and turned to Cassandra.

"Eitherway. I'm just a peeper like my papa. So a filial child. Papa is very devoted to his biological father, aka my grandfather, even though when he was a child he was left in an orphanage because his grandmother died and the economic condition of his grandfather deteriorated. When 20-year-old papa is sought again.

Papa never had a grudge. Although fitting to meet papa, grandfather who never took care of him charged a lot of debt, but papa no problem. He was just helping.

You know my name, right? Prastyo Hakka Gudono's. Hakka the name my mother gave me, Gudono is clearly a surname. Then Prastyo, guess the origin of the name." Pras looked at Cassandra.

Cassandra knitted her brows. Pras' name is too old for him. For a generation born yet 30 years ago, the name Cassandra felt too old.

"Prastyo the name your grandfather gave you?" Cassandra tried to guess.

Pras shook his head and laughed. "Prastyo is my grandfather's name. Papa gave me my name with his father's name."

Cassandra nodded. Ah, it's worth it.

"Papa married mom without blessing. Marriage was the only thing papa broke from all grandfather's words. Grandpa said mom's not a good girl. But papa is desperate because of blind love.

What actually. Grandpa's right. When I was 3 years old, Mama ran away and I went abroad. Mama turned back her ex without waiting for a divorce from papa.

So, you probably thought my mama was dead all along, right? Naw. He's still alive. Even living happily with his new family abroad." Pras told all the sad things with a laughing face, a sign that he had made peace with the situation.

Cassandra looked gawking. His eyes met Pras' clear eyes.

"Papa wants me to marry you. He's not forcing. I can refuse. But he knew I would definitely obey what his words were. I obviously agree.

Cassandra, we have different backgrounds until we meet at this point. But believe me, parents have a strong feeling. You can say I'm an old-fashioned guy, I don't care. I know Papa's just trying to pick the best. Especially your best friend's son. So please..."

A PIM! A PIIIMMM! MMMMMMMMM!

Pras' words cut off the horn sound from the rear car. Cassandra who was amazed by the words Pras finally realized the situation as well. He looked over rather panicked.

"Pras, go. The green light was burning from earlier. We're too busy talking to the point of not being aware." Cassandra looked back and found the rear driver gliding towards them.

Pras panicked and immediately gas. Suddenly tense atmosphere. The car driver behind them apparently had a high theme. As soon as Pras' car drove, he trailed with ugal-ugalan.

Pras turned his head towards the rearview with uneasiness. "I was out first, yeah. What does he want..."

BRACKET!

The black car behind him suddenly seemed to accidentally hit the rear bumper of Pras' car.

Cassandra slammed a bit forward but her seatbelt held her back.

Pras panic.

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