Cassandra Loving

Taste Turbulence

[[ Hi, pretty Cassandra. It's Hugo. Know who I am? I accidentally discovered this account when I checked DM-DM fans. After I saw the picture, it was you. You're Pras' Cassandra, my ugly friend, right, who was on video call at the time?"  ]]

Cassandra silenced her own mouth for fear of release screaming loudly so happy she.

"Oath! Hugo remembers me! Of hundreds of thousands of fans he, and finally he found this account. Hugoooo!" Cassandra whispered softly but her tone shouted.

Cassandra's hand panicked. The lentic fingers that were usually agile once typing the reply message were suddenly stiff. He wrote a few letters and then deleted them again. So keep up many times.

"Ouch! Stumping him online too I should have quick reply but I was confused. How is! He must have been after the party ended the concert. The mood must have been good at the gig. I'm retaliating for what this is..." Cassandra was panicking.

His position that had been relaxed on his comfortable soft mattress had now changed. He stood up and paced on the balcony of his room.

The tring!

A notification of the incoming message made Cassandra shocked. He thought Hugo was calling him again, but he wasn't. This time it was a reply message from Pras.

[[[I'm okay, Cassandra. But Papa you look disappointed, angry, and pressured. He doesn't believe it after all this misunderstanding we've been trying to get right. So, whatever your papa's decision is tomorrow when he tells me to meet him at the office, please help me."  ]]

Cassandra read the message at a glance and felt the euphoria of her happiness just now after receiving the DM from Hugo disappear instantly.

From Pras' reply message, Cassandra seemed to be able to feel that maybe the match between them could have been canceled papa Cassandra after the man felt Pras was not the right man.

Somehow the sad air went straight into Cassandra's heart.

Why is he sad? Isn't this what he wants? The decision is on the tip of the horn. Just help push a little and all his wishes are granted, right? It's voided.

Cassandra's panicked hand sent a reply to Hugo immediately nimble typing a reply message for Pras.

[[[Sorry, Pras. Let me know tomorrow. Papa sometimes does not suspect his behavior. But you know whatever Papa asks me to do because I want to make him happy."  ]]

After sending the reply message, Cassandra became not interested in replying to Hugo's message. He looked back at the chat that made him excited a few minutes ago with a sad face.

Why is his heart churning so strangely? There should be no sense that could beat his excitement just getting DM directly from Hugo. But the heartfelt message from Pras made the excited expression disappear instantly from his face.

Oh, if Cassandra knew all this gala feeling because of her papa and Pras skits and wits, she would be very angry.

He saw again DM chat from Hugo until his online notification was lost from the sight of his eyes.

"Oh, he must be busy and is partying with his bandmates. He's not online anymore. I'll reply tomorrow" whispered Cassandra.

Cassandra then looked at her soft mattress again and dropped herself limply.

The tring!

A reply message emerged again from Pras just as Cassandra landed her smooth cheeks on the pillow.

[[Business, Cassandra. From the beginning I knew that although you were cold to me and had many actions to trouble me, your heart was sincere. We just want to make our parents happy with this match. Good nights. Don't sleep at night, yeah." ]]

And Cassandra smiled reading the last sentence of Pras' reply.

'Don't sleep at night' are the mainstay words of his late mother who was routinely uttered when his favorite woman checked him into the room before going to bed.

Ah, it feels like he has not received such a sweet speech for a long time.

While lying down, Cassandra typed in a reply message again.

[[[Sorry ya Pras for my childish behavior yesterday. Tomorrow I'll tell Papa not to be too hard on you. Good night." ]]

Somehow the sweet DM-can of Hugo was forgotten just like that. Though he used to be a starstruck and joyful for days when Hugo gave 'like' on one of his social media posts.

Just one 'like' and maybe it could also be because it accidentally squeezed. His name is also fans. So that single thing could drive Cassandra crazy all of a sudden.

"Ngapain the heck you fans excessively like a guy like that. San, Sandra. Even if you can finally get really close to him, your eyes will definitely open. Guys in the entertainment world on average are not right.

About the idol who uses his fans to sleep is a lot, you know. You're the one who closed your eyes to the news..."

"Pa! Apaan, anyway! Hugo is not like that! He loves all his fans. Papa does not understand because we are different generations, different tastes of music. Hugo's songs that hit me when I was depressed, Pa. His songs made me rise up. Papa was too much to accuse him of being the no-no. Papa doesn't know Hugo!"

And the conversation a few months ago with her father was twisted back in Cassandra's head through her dreams.

Cassandra remembered very well after her father said, "Well, that. You like the song, right? Not his handsome face, is it? He likes his work. You should be able to misahin between the same works of art."

"Ah, Papa doesn't understand. If you don't want permission I come to her concert, jaudah. Don't be ugly Hugo or The BigHigh."

"Kan Papa said you can come to the concert if Papa comes along! Let Papa get Papa's secretary to buy him a ticket."

"There are no Fathers there, Pa. Papa's gonna embarrass me later! I don't watch it."

And the dream ended with Cassandra who changed her sleeping position so tilted to the right and then she went back soundly even though her face became a little grim.

***

The morning...

Cassandra wakes up early and finds Hugo's name on various online news channels because he hit someone while driving drunk.

Cassandra took a deep breath. He put his phone in bed again. The news that is not yet clear the truth makes it more dizzy.

Oh, that means maybe Hugo was a little drunk when the guy sent him the DM last night.

He read the DM again while rubbing his eyes are still sleepy. Usually he still sleeps this January, but since he knew his father was sick, Cassandra will wake up early and check the condition of her papa in the downstairs room.

[["Cassandra's beautiful Hai... ... Pras my ugly friend ... ..."  ]] 

Cassandra's newly awakened narrowed eyes caught two opposing words that Hugo typed last night.

"He wasn't drunk last night? I'm glad I'm so pretty. But he could have called Pras ugly when they were friends.

Aghhh! Cassandra, focus on Papa and Pras first. Hugo you will think. You're just a fan of him."

Cassandra got out of bed and began to stretch her muscles. He left his phone on his desk after plugging it into a charger box.

He then went down to the first floor and intended to knock on the door of his father's room. But after five beats with no answer, Cassandra suddenly panicked.

He knew very well his father usually woke up at this time because he had to take medicine.

"Papa?" Cassandra opened the door of the unlocked room and then turned pale instantly.

The papa doesn't exist. He hurriedly checked the toilet and all corners but could not find it.

Cassandra's panicking...

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