Cassandra Loving

Sudden Compact

One sec... Two seconds... Three seconds ...

Cassandra closed her eyes and waited. But what was expected never happened. Alias Pras who he suspected would be angry and rampage at him was silent.

Cassandra then ventured to open her eyes.

What was imagined when he closed his eyes earlier was the face of Pras who was full of emotion and ready to explode. But what he saw as soon as his eyes opened was something else.

Pras looked at her with his stare. Oh, what a face the same age as Hugo that looks so mature. Cassandra subconsciously looked at him without blinking. It's the record for the longest time he's looked at the man he was yesterday-yesterday.

Pras' hand moved forward to allow the tuxedo on Cassandra's slightly sagging shoulders.

Cassandra's riveted.

Oh, so polite is the man he previously thought was annoying.

"Cassandra, listen. Now in your papa's eyes, I'm impressed like a guy m*sum who wants to disturb his son. If I wasn't Pras, maybe your papa would have made me battered yesterday. Cassandra, we..."

Drtts! Drtts!

And Pras' words were cut back as soon as he looked at his vibrating mobile screen.

"My father called again." Pras showed his cellphone screen that was on towards Cassandra with resignation.

"Luck it," said Cassandra because she also did not know what to say.

Pras took a deep breath that sounded so heavy that he lifted the call from his papa.

"Hello, Pa? Whahuh? Yes, not, Pa. I can't possibly say anything about Cassandra. Papa what the fuck, anyway. Papa knows me from birth. I can't be that same girl.

Y-yes Cassandra mmm him, mmm she's sultry in the car. His AC's broken so he's not a shirt. Huh huh? Did Prambodo come home? Doesn't he look angry? Ah, I'm dead..."

Tut!

Pras ended the phone call and leaned his dizzy throbbing head against the back of the steering wheel.

"Where, Pras? I will seriously say that your car AC is dead just so my papa does not suspect. Does this make sense?" Cassandra spoke in a pretentious tone because she was probably too guilty to see Pras being rubbed off on her behavior.

Pras just nodded.

"Yes, it makes sense. Say it so. It is unlikely that you will check the AC car and... Cassandra's! The rear bumper of my car is crumbling!" Pras immediately exclaimed in panic when he realized the more important thing.

Cassandra looked up.

Ah, yes...

Holy hooch! How's this!

"Change cars? There is no time to go home and... Uh, no way, anyway. When we came earlier even papa saw you parked in this car." Cassandra went limp.

Silent!

The engines of the cars were on but they were silent like statues.

"Oath! This is the most horror night of my life! Papa you believed in me so much. You should look at her face when you ask me to take care of you because she is so afraid that her illness will make her not live long.

Keep on now what? In your papa's eyes I'm a guy m**sum. In the eyes of your papa I'm a irresponsible guy who takes you on a dirty motorbike, which takes you on a haphazard car ride until my bumper car dents badly.

Papa you must have thought I wasn't serious. He appointed me CEO of the company later to replace him and my dad when he retired because he believed I could take responsibility.

Now what's on his mind? How can I lead the company and be responsible for thousands of employees if just take care of you I'm not becus."

Pras' voice sounded hoarse.

Cassandra's down. Yes, a Pras that he hated turned out to have many other sides that made him feel bad for having acted silly and troublesome.

"Sorry... . Mmm, I-I'll tell you that I meant you to teach nyetir, deh. Keep me back in his car and hit a pole or something until the bumper is badly damaged.

Pras who had been limp just nodded resignedly and then started driving towards Cassandra's house. The car drove back with its two silent passengers, dissolving with each other's thoughts.

***

"Same?" Pras looked at Cassandra who was giving her two thumbs up.

Yes, the car with a crumpled bumper was parked in front of the magnificent house with a position facing the front so that the bumper part stuck to the wall.

They think it could disappear the evidence.

"That's Papa's car!" Cassandra exclaimed then she took a standing position beside Pras.

Both of them waited tensely. Pras even felt this was more stressful than when he was in the thesis.

Prambodo got out of his car and walked to Cassandra and Pras.

Prambodo immediately stared intently at his daughter once their distance was close, just a step away.

Cassandra looked down.

"Pras, where did you stop at the gas station?" Prambodo immediately interrogated Pras but his eyes were fixed on his daughter.

Pras made in cold sweat. Where is it? Suddenly he could not think.

"In.., mmm near the hotel too, Om. Not far away." Pras lying. Though he passed the line every day when he was working, but maybe he forgot where the location of the gas station.

Prambodo looked at Pras then nodded and then he turned to look at his daughter again.

"Cassandra, Papa needs to talk alone about our clothes..."

"Pa, I can clear it." Cassandra precedes cutting.

Prambodo furrowed his brows. Pras listened with tense.

"Gini, I'm honest. I want to ngaku. I didn't like coming to the show. Moreover, there is an announcement of all engagement. I'm looking for a way not to come. But I don't want to disappoint papa. So I'm looking for another way.

Yeah, I'm wearing this dress. Too open and surely Papa would have let me know from the beginning." Cassandra grinned then slightly lowered Pras' tuxedo to show a little of the original details of her evening dress.

Prambodo immediately stomped his head. Cassandra grin.

"I think if Pras was upset because I was wrong in a bengini costume then he himself was bright and refused to take me to the event. But Pras was desperate to take me. I beg you for panic when I want to arrive at my dress show like this. Obviously I don't want to embarrass Papa among all the important guests.

Pras finally gave up his tuxedo top for me to wear. Look at him wearing a white shirt, right? Yeah because of the tuxeo I'm wearing."

Cassandra explained.

Prambodo still listening. Just this time he saw his daughter defending others as much as she could. And the person who defended it was Pras.

"Not wrong, Pras. Pras is helping me. He protected me with his clothes on. Keep fitting in the car I took off earlier it's because of the sultry, Pa. Pras car AC is broken. Yes, right Pras? Where we might mess. Papa seems to think too badly of us." Cassandra grin.

Prambodo is silent. He took a deep breath and glanced at Pras. "Open your car, Pras. New engine!"

Pras pale in place.

Die down! Don't tell me Papa Cassandra wants to check the truth of the story for herself. That guy's hard to lie to.

"Why, Om?" Pras who panicked could only hold Cassandra's waist slowly which was also bowed like a statue.

Prambodo shone and his hand pointed again towards the door of Pras' car.

"Open!"

Be dead...

SERIATE.