Cassandra Loving

Car Collision

"Cassandra's? You are not papa? S-sorry. You're shocked, aren't you? Is there a scuff? Is there a wound?" Pras looked at Cassandra in panic.

Cassandra was still dumbfounded while trying to regulate her sudden breathing. Obviously he was shocked.

Tuxedo Pras who was used by Cassandra to cover her mini dress until it fell over the thigh. Obviously, the car was shaken a little hard earlier.

"Cassandra?" Pras is now beginning to touch Cassandra's arm.

Wasn't it! This is not groping in a negative sense. Pras felt the girl's arms and shoulders in dismay. He wanted to check if there was any injury or impact or anything. What is clear is that Pras who is still panicking because his car was hit suddenly from behind was that there was no intention to even check his car. He only cares about Cassandra.

"Cassandra was in a car accident with her mother. Her mother was in a coma three days ago and was not helped until she died. Then Cassandra injured her leg until it took over a year to recover. He can't even be normal anymore and is free to move with his feet.

So please yes, Pras. In the future, if you are already her husband, take good care of her. If you have to focus. If you are looking for a driver, do not be careless. And most importantly if Cassandra seduces you say you want to learn to drive, do not allow.

Remember, yeah! Nay! About trauma. Prohibit the child from driving even though Om is dead. The road is crazy, Pras. You are not careful to get hurt. You're being careful could be wretched too because of the carelessness of others like Cassandra's mother."

Then the words of Om Prambodo aka papa Cassandra which sounded like the lecture was back ringing in the head of Pras.

Aghhh!

A clash made them somewhat slam forward again.

"Geez! What the hell does that guy want!" Pras who was holding Cassandra's hand that was still dumbfounded seemed a little emotional too long.

He was pushed towards the back and Pras could see clearly the crazy car driver finally advanced again and tried to align with Pras' car that had moved away from earlier.

Pras opens his window and is ready to argue or even get angry if necessary even though he is the type of person who avoids conflict.

Citt!

The crazy car brakes squeaked. Pras had his seatbelt unlocked and was ready to disembark when the deranged driver also opened his window and shouted at him.

"G**block! If you don't know the red light, don't drive!" he shouted and the crazy car drove away.

Pras made gawking. Holy hooch! He should just go berserk.

He turned to Cassandra, who now looked a little calmer. Pras immediately clasped his hand again.

"Sorry, I wasn't focusing on the red light. The back car was rampaging because the driver was a little drunk. When I was coming down, he was close because his car was patched and I could smell the alcohol coming from the mouth of the crazy man who crashed his car into the back bumper.

Cassandra, are you okay?" Pras still clasped Cassandra's hand and now looked into the girl's clear eyes with an anxious look.

"I'm okay." Cassandra answered softly. He left his hands in Pras's hands.

For some reason, without realizing it, Cassandra felt Pras' hand grip made her calm and comfortable. If in a normal situation there is a man who tries to hold his hand or touch it, maybe Cassandra will slap him. But not this time. He let Pras touch him.

"I'm not papa. Seriously." Cassandra reassured Pras once again as she saw the man still staring at her with an anxious face.

Pras breathed a sigh of relief. He then withdrew his hand and released it slowly. Pras again covered Cassandra's open shoulder with his tuxedo that had fallen.

Cassandra looked calm. Pras looked at her with a gaze still feeling guilty.

"Im okay, Pras. It's not your fault. I was the one you talked to at the red light. The back car was the only one who was rese.

Hey, Im okay. Seriously. The accident happened a few years ago. I've made peace. There's a little trauma but it's papa. It will disappear later. I just need some time.

You seem really anxious because my dad told me about the accident, right? Hey, I'm not papa. Papa's more traumatized and I understand that he's being possessive about me like this. But seriously, I'm not papa now."

"So seriously, papa?" Pras still looked at Cassandra with a guilty look.

Cassandra nodded.

"Here down first. Check your car. Not bad for the impact." Cassandra tried to smile in front of Pras.

It was a change in their emotions and chatter atmosphere within a few minutes that changed drastically. Strangely, they did not realize that they were paying attention to each other. Worrying about each other.

The feeling slowly began to grow unnoticed by the two of them.

"Okay, I'm down for a second. Let me rub it in the back of this car." Pras then came out and appeared to be crouching in the back.

Cassandra glanced at him from the rearview mirror after opening the car window. His hands hugged his own arm which was enveloped in Pras tuxedo. It felt suddenly cold.

Cassandra kept stealing glances. He saw Pras holding his forehead with a serious face. Then the man's hand began to feel his pants pocket and took his cell phone.

I don't know what he's doing, but it looks like he's shooting. A few minutes later Pras was back in the car.

"try to see. Severe, right?" Pras suddenly thrust his cellphone towards Cassandra to show the condition of the rear bumper of his destroyed luxury car.

Cassandra just grinned. I don't know why he was involved in this incident.

"Sorry, Barna. How expensive is the workshop?" Cassandra commented innocently.

Pras who had put on an anxious and serious face immediately laughed.

"Oh my goodness, Cassandra! It's not that problem. I'm just worried that until papa you find out my car is like this when you get home. Shadow what he was angry about. She must have thought I wasn't careful and almost did you.

Duh, how dong. Mending I rush between you keep coming home fast, deh. Do not let papa you see the condition of my car," Pras explained.

Cassandra laughed a little and then the mangosteen.

"Oh, yes. Papa will hang if you look at your car. Let's take me home and you take the car away. We're eliminating evidence. But Papa is still at the hotel. He seems to be enjoying the show tonight. So maybe he's still engrossed in memgobr...

Huh! Papa! Papa Pras! Papa called! Uh, no! Video calls!" Cassandra's words were interrupted and she looked at Pras who was panicking all of a sudden.

"Relieve, Cassandra. Pick it up," said Pras reassuring.

Cassandra shakes. "We should have gotten home. If I pick up Papa will know we're still in the car."

Pras.

***

"Not appointed, Rik. Try calling Pras. Ask if Cassandra's been delivered home yet. They should have arrived, you know. Cassandra is not. The number cannot be contacted either."

Prambodo looks busy with his cell phone. His face looked worried.

Arik Gudono immediately grabbed his cellphone to call Pras-putra just the wayangnya. He knew his best friend would not calm down before he got word from his daughter.

"Where, Rik?" Prambodo looked at Arik Gudono with a look of hope.

"not yet lifted. Let me call you one more time...

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