Cassandra Loving

Mumpuni Acting

Cassandra was seen seriously defending Pras to the point that she withheld the story of the dented car incident.

Pras felt guilty too. Ouch how is this! But it's already gone. And papa Cassandra seemed to be enjoying her angry role.

Maybe Prambodo is happy that his unruly daughter has a little sense of responsibility. They try to protect others and sacrifice themselves. Prambodo seemed to be able to see the maturity side of his daughter who had not been seen.

Prambodo is proud. He felt increasingly unmistakable to have betrothed Cassandra with Pras. He grew up quickly.

"Pa, yes. Pras is not wrong. Let him go home. He's helped me a lot to be comfortable with all the party. If there wasn't him and thought all this was for Papa's sake, I would have run home.

Please, justin Pras go home. He must be tired." Cassandra was begging. He doesn't usually behave like this. It may even be the first time he has defended others to the point of sacrificing himself.

Prambodo does not care about the eye code of Pras to end this charade. He actually seemed to want to make Cassandra more convinced that he was really angry.

"It can't be dong, San. This pras remains careless and does not keep his promises with Papa. You know Papa hates the same people who..."

"Papa, please." Cassandra hugged her papa because Prambodo started pointing Pras with her hands.

Because Cassandra's position in her father's arms made him turn his back on Pras, Pras used this opportunity to speak without a sound on Prambodo.

"Om, no, Om. Poor Cassandra." Words utu spoken with mouth movements without sound.

Prambodo who was still hugged by his daughter nodded while teresnyum meaningfully.

"OKAY. You go home there. But remember, yes. You're going to the office tomorrow! We need to talk again." Prambodo began acting again soften his voice so as not to sound angry earlier.

Cassandra immediately let go of her embrace on her papa and looked at Pras with a still guilty look.

Duh, why is it like this. It was strange to see Pras suffering from it. Though yesterday he was trying to find ideas and ways to make Pras and his papa at odds. The goal is clear: let this ridiculous matchmaking be cancelled.

"I'm saying goodbye, Om. I'll see you in the office tomorrow. Mm, Cassandra... I-I go home first, yeah. Bye." Pras immediately started his car and walked to open the steering door.

Cassandra and Prambodo stood watching until the car with a badly damaged rear bumper drove away from the gate of their house.

Silent.

Prambodo forgot that he had to act angry. Fortunately he remembered and immediately clenched his mouth again.

Cassandra looked at her papa. Apparently he has changed into a checkered pajama suit since.

"Pa, I was wrong. From yesterday I was..."

"Udahlah, San. Pras is wrong. He can't keep his promise to Papa to take care of you properly. This is Papa alive, you know. Try if Papa is not there. What a guarantee he can replace Papa's position to protect and love you!" Prambodo starts to tousle.

Cassandra was silent. For some reason Prambodo's acting was so convincing that Cassandra did not realize that her papa was just a show.

Silent again. The two of them were still standing on the path of the beautiful garden of their home.

The last time the two of them stood side by side like this in the courtyard of this house was when Cassandra was still in the process of recovery and learned to walk after her leg injury slowly recovered.

It turns out time goes by so fast.

Home is just a place. Memories are only about time movement. And Prambodo remembered again about his plan to make a list of bad memories of Cassandra about this house a little reduced.

Yeah, speed up the wedding so Cassandra can she tell you to move out of this house.

Honestly, Prambodo was afraid to die in this house. He thought about this so hard to sleep and the doctor gave him an additional prescription for this new problem.

"Pa..."

"Sane..."

This father and son pair seems to have a strong inner bond to talk simultaneously.

Prambodo took a deep breath and patted his daughter on the shoulder.

"Pras is the best man you can find to be your husband. This is apart from him Om Arik's son who will continue our family business. Perfect PRAS. Mature, established, mature, good education, good attitude.

But do not know why Papa suddenly not sure. Is Papa looking for another candidate. You remember Papa used to know you as a colleague Papa's son. For example, Bisma, Edo, or Martin..."

Cassandra immediately shook her head quickly. He remembers and knows very well that they are very bad. Some are drunk, have a criminal history because of drug abuse. Some are rich, some are handsome, anyway Cassandra knows very well who they are.

Well, if Pras thought the most mending, even the best of any man Cassandra ever knew.

Suddenly Pras persistence and patience began to open his heart little by little without him noticing.

"Why not? You finally understand why Papa chose Pras? Yeah, he's the one Papa can trust the most. Just lately Papa has a lot of thoughts because you guys are this close. Papa was young and Papa was..."

"Father!" Cassandra direct sewot.

Cassandra knew where this conversation was going. He also started slandering Pras in front of his father. It is fitting that his papa thinks Pras is a real guy m*sum.

"Why? It's Papa's normal anxiety as a father. You're an adult, Sandra. Pras moreover. He's very grown up. You guys..."

"Pa! Stop, yeah! Pras is not like that. And I'm not like that either. Aghhh! Papa still misunderstood me even though I explained it!" Cassandra grunted in annoyance and held back the shame and quickly walked back inside the house.

Prambodo held back a smile and just laughed loosely when he saw his daughter close the door in an annoyed gesture like a child who was flirting.

"Our son is an adult, Rumi. If you are angry and embarrassed, your face looks a lot like yours. We were also arranged, right at first? Love grows because of time. I'm sure Pras and Cassandra can be just like us.

Could you, Rum? I want to go quietly after you. I want him in the right man's hands because he has nobody but us. Pras would be a suitable husband for her..."

Prambodo said in his heart as he entered the house. Until when he reached his room, he took a picture frame of his wife and he returned to talking to himself.

"Come to my dream, Rumi. I miss and fear alone. Come to my dream and tell me that my decision to match Pras with Cassandra was the right decision" Prambodo whispered before finally holding the frame on his chest.

***

Meanwhile, just above the room Prambodo alias second floor of his house, Cassandra is also holding an object in his chest. He sat on the edge of his bedroom bed.

The object is not a picture frame of his late mother, but a mobile phone that is none other than and not his own.

"Well, is it weird that I chatted him first? The question of 'Are you okay' is not excessive or to suspect that I am very worried about him, right?

Aghhh! Why did I chat Pras! Shouldn't you be glad Pras got in trouble? C'mon Cassandra, why are you, anyway? Don't you start to be interested in her!

Oh, no! Remember, Cassandra. You want to stay close to this Pras because of Hugo! Because he's Hugo's friend! Because through Pras you can meet Hugo, even have the opportunity to join his band project!

So, don't baper and..."

Drtts! Drtts!

The monologue on Cassandra's head suddenly collapsed as she felt the phone in her arms vibrate.

Cassandra's hand suddenly tremor checked the notification she thought from Pras.

Huh! Not Pras! I-it's...

"Yugo! This is Hugo's real account! Oh my God he sent DM! It's a direct message from Hugo's original social media account!"

Cassandra exclaims like a man of infidelity. Her voice trembled even more as she tapped on the notification. He can't wait to know what Hugo's message is!

What is the content of Hugo's message that Pras threatened to stay away from Cassandra?

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