Cassandra Loving

Finding Each Other

Cassandra closed the door to her father's room slowly and then climbed to the second floor to her own room.

After this afternoon his father revealed about his severe illness and his goal to match him with the man named Pras, Sandra did not stop crying until it felt like her eyes were swollen and her tears had drained away.

Prambodo repeatedly apologized to his daughter. He didn't want to make Sandra cry but he had no choice.

No, no, no...

The sound of Sandra's footsteps climbing the stairs. His steps were as if there was no energy.

Sandra is still a weak woman. Especially after losing her mother. Cassandra, who was supposed to grow up with age, seemed to back off again. It's kind of like a teenage boy.

"Sandra kangen, Ma," said the girl while picking up a beautiful frame containing a photo of her mother and then he hugged while pulling the blanket.

Her tears trickled again but Cassandra rubbed them quickly with the back of her hand.

"Kok Mama never said the hell that Papa was sick. Mama just said that Sandra wasn't too indifferent to Papa. Mama just said let me pay a lot of attention to Papa. So this is why, Ma..."

Sandra took a deep breath and stroked her mother's face through the glass frame.

"Sandra didn't know that Papa was sick. If Papa shaves his hair and often wears a hat because of chemotherapy not because he wants a hairstyle like he said. Sandra isn't sensitive, is she?

Sandra did not know that Papa was busy abroad, often out of town did not even come home for days because of treatment, not because of the same attention Sandra.

How could Sandra not realize the last few years Papa's physical condition changed a lot. Sandra's too upset that Mama left Sandra alone.

Sandra was too angry because she could not walk for months and had to recover. Sandra is angry because Papa keeps makasa Sandra school. Papa also forbids Sandra to play music and Sandra becomes angry with Papa."

Cassandra monologued herself as if her mother's photo could hear her voice. Then he put the picture frame again next to his desk.

Then he picked up the phone lying on his desk.

Sandra stared blankly at the screen of the phone she had turned on. His breath feels heavy.

In his heart he wants to be lost, "OK. In Papa's last moments, all Sandra can do is make her happy. So pretend to support this match. But before the guy gets to know himself, I have to find out about him. Ah, whose full name was..."

Cassandra opened her social media account and typed the man's full name in the search field but there were no results.

He then typed in another possible alternative name but also no results. Username on behalf of Prastyo Hakka Gudono does not exist at all.

"Life in what age is that guy. All social media has no name, you know. He used an anonymous name, huh? Ah, but I guess he might not even play social media. He's a 27-year-old guy. Where do you know these toys."

Cassandra was engrossed in her cell phone but her mouth was grumbling.

Cassandra typed the name again in an internet search engine, hoping to find an article or anything written on Pras's behalf.

Naughtiness!

Iia found nothing but a CV, a job history, and a brief biodata on the company's official account.

"Geez! Bener-gener, yes! That old guy is a guy. But 27 years is still young and cool should be if the person is like Amris Goyard. But this is really like a father."

Sandra nagged herself while trying to raise a photo of Pras who looks chapped to examine what the hell Prastya Hakka Gudono is. Sandra also compared Pras to Amris Goyard - the vocalist of her favorite rock band who is handsome and still cool even though she is 40 years old.

The search for Pras dead-end. He really doesn't know anything about that guy. Sandra finally concluded and considered Pras mas-mas old annoying and boring which obviously would not fit her.

"Okay, sleep Sandra! Tomorrow wake up Papa. Take a walk in the park, sure he takes medicine, take a sunbathing while chatting. You don't want to lose your mom?"

Sandra spoke to herself while closing her eyes. He let his tears roll again.

Sandra knows she's 20 soon. His dream of becoming a famous singer and musician seems to have lived memories now after knowing the condition of his father.

Sandra just wanted to focus on taking care of her papa who always said her age would not be long. He didn't want to disappoint her. At least he had to graduate school and then continue business college as his father wanted. That's also if the papa is still of age until he graduated high school.

Cassandra finally went to sleep. Her tears dried up on their own but her heart was torn to shreds as if her blood was still pouring profusely. The pain was even still felt when he overslept to carry over to dreamland.

Yes, Sandra was afraid of becoming a kara. He knew it was going to happen but it still felt scary when he imagined it now.

Honestly, he wasn't ready. After all who is ready to lose both parents in the near future.

***

When Sandra fell asleep and left her phone lying on the bed, Pras could not sleep. The phone with a brightly lit screen he held with frowning eyebrows.

His intention to find out about Cassandra through social media was even sidetracked because Pras was actually engrossed in stalking Mayasa's account.

Yes, Pras used an anonymous account to find out about Mayasa's activities. It is a lie that he has forgotten his feelings for the woman.

Seeing the personal photos and children he posted, the food he ate, the songs he heard, and simple things from Mayasa already made Pras happy.

After moving divisions in the office after being caught in a relationship, they don't really let go of each other. Looks like there's nothing. If they meet at internal meetings, their attitude seems ordinary, so no one is suspicious.

But both Pras and Mayasa, both of them know the taste is still there. Both of them knew they could never be together.

"I even did open Mayasa account. Okay, focus. Find out about Cassandra. C-a-s... S is it two or one anyway?"

While laying himself in his bed, finally social media account Cassandra can easily be found.

"OKAY. Here goes! Whoa!"

Pras was speechless.

"Okay, I have an idea..."

Pras then closed the social media screen and switched to looking for one contact in his contact list. He knew he had to how to approach Cassandra.

"Hello Hugo? I need your help!"

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