Cassandra Loving

Interrogation of Prospective Daughter-in-law

Prambodo is not a creepy-faced man like Arik Gudono who has a fierce face. He looks old and simple. Yes like the types of kind-hearted fathers in the role of soap opera protagonists whose faces are friendly, smiling, and friendly.

But tonight, that earthy face turned into a sinister face. Yes at least for Pras who is already hot cold.

"Your car design, Pras. To see." Prambodo said once again in a colder tone.

Pras glanced at Cassandra who looked down without being able to defend her then nodded.

Prambodo stood on the side of the open door while Pras sat behind the wheel and started the engine.

Prambodo's eyes bulged and his jaw suddenly hardened. The observation of the two-striped fuel indicator alias shows that the fuel of the car is only a little. Prambodo dismantles the first lie.

"You do not wait in line to buy gasoline for a long time if your gasoline just stay that way. You lied, right? At least neat if you lie. It's also not stupid about cars." Prambodo sounds scary.

Raiding a prospective daughter-in-law to lie and her lies supported by her own child is a scary thing for a father.

Cassandra began to lift her face from earlier sitting down to look at Pras who was pale like a corpse. But when looking ahead, Cassandra's eyes met with the eyes of her father who looked at her sharply.

"AC cars are also cold. Not broken yet. Why did you take off your clothes earlier. You guys lying again? I really don't understand.

And you Cassandra, Papa is less close to you and accompany your puberty because of busy work. But Papa believes that your mama must remind you how to look after yourself in front of a man.

Then to Pras. We have to talk seriously. But both of them. You're in Cassandra. Papa just wants to talk to Pras." Prambodo said firmly.

Cassandra seemed to be protesting. Where does he think that his silly attitude to pras will lead to a long misunderstanding like this.

Oh, what's worse in this situation is Pras.

Cassandra suddenly felt sorry for her future husband. The prospective husband of the matchmaking that he previously hated.

Pras looked down with a face more resigned like a newly caught thief. He also shut off the car engine.

"But, Pa. Cassandra wants to talk. Sandra wants to clear up all these misunderstandings. Pras is not wrong. Pras no..."

"No what? Papa was confused you refused to meet Pras until we asked Pras to be a music teacher in your school. Uh, now you've taken him away from earlier.

Yes Papa is happy you guys are close and can quickly be this familiar. But Papa was worried. I think your marriage should... Mmm, you enter the house there. Papa wants to talk to Pras." Prambodo once again sent Cassandra into the house.

Prambodo had wanted to mention the matter of speeding up the wedding day but he undoed his intention. Too fast is not good either. Cassandra is still in school. But want how, this misunderstanding makes Prambodo anxious.

"Pa, please. Papa just misunderstood..."

"Cassandra, comein!"

And those words cannot be disputed. Cassandra stared at Pras at a glance. Pras seemed to nod, I don't know what it meant.

Yes at least about the bumper car that dented aka dilapidated it is not found out. If they are found out, they die. This misunderstanding is not clear yet.

"Pa..."

"Sandra..."

The father and son looked at each other. Then Cassandra finally relented because she knew there was no point in arguing about her papa. Winning an argument against the old man was not a victory he wanted. He just wanted to make his father understand but it was quite difficult to do.

"OK..."

"We need to talk, Pras." Prambodo said with a heavy voice.

Pras nodded.

"Sit there." Prambodo then pointed towards the garden with a beautiful fountain and lounge chairs near the rose grove.

Pras nodded then followed in the footsteps of his father-in-law.

***

Cassandra hurriedly went up the stairs to her room and turned on the lights.

The first thing he did was peek from his bedroom window into the basement floor. He was curious and worried about Pras who would be interrogated by his father.

"Oh my stupid! Papa must have thought I was the same Pras! Papa could have thought in that direction. Pras also did not argue. But it's the papa you didn't hear our explanation, anyway." Cassandra peeked but only looked a little and it upset her.

***

"Pras, I know your papa is not as old as me in raising children. You also had a few years studying abroad, right? Om knows how free the company is out there.

Cassandra is no longer a child. He'll be 20 soon. He was closer to his late mother, and this is what I regret. I should have been close to him too. But I thought about work, work, work.

I didn't know he was ever close to any man. I don't know if she ever had a boyfriend. I knew nothing and became awkward when I talked about it. His mother knew him inside out. But, honey, he no longer exists.

I confused Pras. You and I are different in age and outlook. We grew up in a different era and culture. I don't know how the kids are now.

But obviously as a father of a girl, I'm worried about your closeness. So since it seems like you guys are getting along quickly and fit in, then we'll just speed up your wedding date."

Pras can only gawk.

Oh, he better be scolded or scolded. Rather than being advised well this way but the end: the date of marriage is accelerated.

"T-but, Om. N-it's not better to wait for Cassandra to graduate high school first, huh?" Pras suddenly stuttered.

Prambodo.

"Cassandra is old enough and legal to get married. You guys get married secretly. The important agreement between me and your father is clear about inheritance rights. Later if Cassandra has graduated from school, new official marriage documents, status changes and others taken care of by lawyers. The important thing is that now you are legally married as husband and wife."

The deg!

"T-but, Om. Cassandra will..."

"Already! It's already! You are the same Om. Please, Pras. Don't make me anxious. Faster is better, right. I fear my age will not come. I'm afraid..."

Silent.

Pras. Don't talk about age. He is the weakest to argue.

"Yesterday when I called Cassandra and asked you to drive her to the hospital, I was lying. The doctor was not busy so Cassandra failed to meet. I don't want the doctor to be too honest about my condition, so I made an impromptu scenario by lying.

Honestly Pras, my pain was getting worse. So please..."

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