Cassandra Loving

Turning Circumstances

Pras and Cassandra looked at each other with panicked faces.

"Papa called again." Pras showed his phone screen towards Cassandra.

Cassandra grin. He did the same. He showed me the screen of his phone that was lit against the background that read 'Papa called.'

"Same. My dad called me too. You are Pras who raised. Tell me what cake. Tell me the car's tires are leaking so they haven't reached home yet." Cassandra looked confused.

Pras bit his lips while looking thoughtful. What reasons make sense.

When Pras was busy thinking, Cassandra actually lowered Pras tuxedo so that her skimpy dress again made the skin of her arms and neck exposed clearly right in front of Pras.

Pras ordinary man. His cellphone he let continue to vibrate because the call from his papa he did not lift, but his eyes were fixed toward Cassandra.

Cassandra actually tied her hair to the back of her neck so that Pras' eyes glared even more because more and more beautiful body parts of the girl were exposed in front of her eyes.

"Clear tofu, Pras. You can turn on the car engine so that the AC is on." Cassandra instead acted relaxed even though Pras was already hot cold facing this situation.

Not wanting to be more complacent, Pras then turned on the car engine and turned on the car cooler. Cassandra looked relieved and then re-did her hair.

"Lift school, Pras. My dad called again." Cassandra who has not used a tuxedo top back was staring resignedly at her cellphone which continues to be terrorized by her papa.

"What do I say if I'm asked why I haven't arrived yet?" Pras stared at his own phone screen in frustration.

"Say, mmm say that you just ran out of gasoline and kept queuing up. Yes that is it. Buruan Pras." Cassandra now seemed to be begging. However, he was struck by the panicked face of his bewildered father because he could not be contacted.

Pras tried to set his breath to smoothly make up this lying story. Cassandra just sat in the passenger seat without helping anything. The problem is that he is lazy to argue with his father.

"Hello? Yeah, Pa?" Pras answered the call.

"Why was he just picked up?" Prambodo sounded relieved as well as upset.

"Kan Pras nyetir's. T-So again fill up the gasoline. Can not use a cell phone when filling gasoline. Could have fined me. Why, anyway?" Pras pretends to be pretentious to know nothing.

Cassandra looked at him and approached out of curiosity to eavesdrop. After Pras answered the phone call, Cassandra saw her phone screen back dead aka her papa no longer tried to contact her.

"Yes Cassandra's with me. It's a little later, but I stopped because Papa called. Uh, i-this is Om Pram? Oh, sorry Om. Yes, why? Mmm, Cassandra's there. Oh, t-so we're busy talking about eating Cassandra might not check her phone and don't know if Om called." Pras glanced at Cassandra who was smiling with relief.

Pras himself was shocked because he was so fluent in making up this story. He is an honest man who does not like to lie. The problem is another matter. And it seems that in the future he has to lie a lot again in order to cover up the pretense of his relationship with Cassandra.

"You talking? Oh, aye. I gave the phone to Cassandra, yes, Om. A moment." Pras then thrust his phone towards Cassandra.

Cassandra accepted it with a big smile.

"Yes, Papa. I put the bag on my phone. Why, anyway? This is again on the side of the road. Pras can actually pick up the phone while driving, but he must have remembered Papa's message to carefully drive him to eat he stopped. Yes, I'm fine." Cassandra kept chiming in her papa anxiety casually.

Pras breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned his head against the steering wheel seat and closed his eyes.

Cassandra's sweet voice while chatting with her papa made her smile involuntarily.

Ah, the fierce and ferocious girl turned out to be a sweet kitten in front of her papa.

"Sandra's not papa, Pa. Don't believe? Want a video call? Judekah. Sandra's diverting the call, here." Cassandra casually pressed the switch from a regular phone call to a video call.

Pras who had been listening at first was ordinary, but when he realized that one thing his face turned to panic.

"Cassandra, your clothes!" Pras whispered frantically as he stared at his tuxedo which he had left for Cassandra, which was lying on his lap.

Cassandra apparently did not hear.

"Hello, Pa?" he said casually while pointing the Pras mobile screen towards the front. Obviously head to chest Cassandra was visible.

And obviously he forgot that the minimal dress material that he covered with tuxedo Pras was exposed.

Pras patted his own forehead with a parched face. He knew that Cassandra's father would immediately accuse her of being a suspect.

"Ouch, Om. If only Om knew the behavior of the child Om. It was even me who saved her from that cursed dress throughout the party" Pras said.

Cassandra panicked as soon as her father was hysterical. Immediately he took another tuxedo Pras in his lap and slid it in his body to cover up all that inappropriate openness.

"Pa, i-this is just..."

"What's free? Where's Pras? Papa wants to talk!" The voice of Prambodo Mekin sounds creepy.

Pras closed his eyes with a sigh. Cassandra looked at him with a guilty look as she held out the phone towards him.

"Ha-hello, Om?" sapa Pras is suddenly hot cold when Papa Cassandra looks angry face from his own mobile screen.

"I'm coming home. You wait at home and don't run away. Wait till I come. We need to talk!"

Tut!

Phone calls were turned off unilaterally.

Cassandra nodded and bit her lip. "Sorry," he said softly.

Pras is silent. He just looked down at the steering wheel of his car. The car's air conditioner was on but her body suddenly got cold and sweaty.

"Pras, I'll help explain to Papa that..."

"If what?" Pras cut Cassandra's speech with a slightly raised tone.

Cassandra's speechless.

"Sorry" said Cassandra once again in a serious tone full of regret.

Pras glanced at her embarrassment and so felt guilty for just now her tone seemed to be springing at Cassandra. He really didn't mean that.

"Cassandra, you know we're over 7 years old. I am older, more mature, and the effect is more dominant than you are just 20 years old.

Your slander about the physical closeness of riding the bike yesterday was enough to make papa you think strange to me. This is plus..."

Pras breathed a long breath at a loss for words and continued.

"Cassandra, papa, you're gonna think about me. Seriously, this ridiculous way of you will not make this matchmaking void. It might even be accelerated because papa you're afraid I'm messing with you. You know what I mean, right?" Pras looked at Cassandra seriously.

Cassandra nodded weakly. "But Pras, I don't mean it. I forgot that I was wearing the dress spontaneously as long as my papa video calls were picked up. I swear I'm ashamed too! Do you think I like wearing this shirt? Nope! Especially in front of my dad! I'm just gonna do it for you..."

Cassandra's words stopped. Pras looked at him while shaking his head.

Ah, Pras had guessed Cassandra this artistry was working on her and trying to upset her. Maybe in the girl's mind if Pras gives up on her, then she will beg that this matchmaking be annulled.

"Sorry" said Cassandra again because of her own behavior.

For the first time, Cassandra was so afraid that the patient Pras would be angry with her.

Pras' usually shady face suddenly raged.

Truly, even if Pras were to run amok on her, Cassandra was ready. The girl then closed her eyes.

CONNECT ...

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