Cassandra Loving

Uncovering Secrets

Pras let a moment for Cassandra to settle for a tantrum. Only then did he look at her gently for her feelings to melt a little.

To be honest until this moment also Pras did not know how to talk about this house to Cassandra misunderstood. He was just waiting for Cassandra to calm down.

"Why keep quiet? You hear me say that?" Cassandra seems to be tired of nagging herself about home.

Pras took a deep breath. It feels lazy to talk for many reasons. Cassandra will know that she was lied to.

Pras decided to renege on his own promise to Prambodo. He'll be honest with Cassandra. I think this is the most appropriate decision.

"Papa you want to banish you subtly from home. I just found out the plan for this too. But this house couldn't have suddenly existed, right? He must have been planning for a long time. Papa you're full of plans. And he did all this for you." Pras started talking.

Cassandra who was just nagging was silent. His eyes stared directly at Pras and his hands began to nervously play the seat belt strap attached to his body.

The car is still in the parking lot, not going anywhere. But Cassandra's heart was already made speeding seeing Pras' serious expression.

Pras felt that this was the right moment. He took another deep breath.

"You may close your eyes to fortify your fear of your father's illness, but reality persists. Papa's condition is getting worse.

In the future he might suffer even more pain. She doesn't want you to see her that much. He wants your bad memory of him and the house to be a little left in the future.

Distance is the solution. Although not an ideal solution, but at least understand the decision of your father, Cassandra. Pretend you don't know what the purpose of doing this is." Pras finally did not want to sweeten the word. Cassandra she thinks she's an adult. I can think clearly. He should have understood.

Pras felt Cassandra's eyes start to water. The girl doesn't carry any more like that. He began to throw his face away, perhaps wanting to avoid Pras' anxious gaze.

"Cassandra, I actually feel so guilty about having to say this. But I have no choice. Papa you asked me to keep all this a secret but I think you need to know.

Papa's illness is getting worse. The doctor in charge said his estimate missed the time. Your father's body isn't that strong. He can't be la..."

"Stop!" Cassandra looked at Pras again with her tears streaming down.

Pras would not say another word. She knew Cassandra just needed to be left to cry. So he took off his seatbelt and hugged her.

"What else did you say?" Cassandra asked between her sobs. Inexplicably feeling Pras' back fits perfectly in his arms and magically makes him feel better. Makes him feel more calm.

"that's all. He didn't tell me the details." Pras said lirih. In fact, he knew exactly the number called papa Cassandra. And that number is not much.

Cassandra then let go of her embrace. He wiped his tears independently without Pras auxiliary.

"She must have been busy nagging you since yesterday." Cassandra apparently still considers her father believes her slander on Pras.

Pras is silent. If lying is a sin, then let him bear the sin of this lie.

"That's Mr. Budi's car again the way to the lobby. Papa will be gone soon. He said he wanted to check the field with Ms. Mayasa, right? Let's go, Pras. Papa will definitely misunderstand again if you see your car is still here since then." Cassandra immediately tidied up her seat.

Pras nodded then put his seat belt back on and started the car engine.

Pras' car drove away from the Pragu Group headquarters building area.

Silent.

The journey became a bit awkward. Cassandra still occasionally wiped her tears and cried in silence.

Cassandra avoided Pras's stare. He more often stared at the window, enjoying a trip that was actually not enjoyable at all.

Cassandra's mind was suddenly full. He remembered what his father said a while ago. The word Prambodo repeated itself in various versions. It was like he wanted to predict his own death.

"Papa was afraid to die at home. This house will be haunted and you will be sad every time you set foot here."

"Papa wants to die in the hospital alone. Or at least elsewhere it is up to where. On the road too. Not in this house."

And Cassandra's slow sobs are not held back anymore. But the girl soon took control of her own grief by covering her face with her hands.

Red light is visible in front. Pras who usually hate being trapped by traffic lights like this for the first time is grateful for this condition. The two-minute red light was at least able to be used to check the condition of Cassandra.

"Cassandra, are you okay? I don't know how to entertain you. What do you usually do when you're sad?" Pras, who was also confused about what to do, raised the question.

Cassandra opened her tear-filled face and turned to Pras who seemed to be worried about her situation.

"I listen to Hugo's song when I'm sad" Cassandra replied.

Pras nodded then quickly connected the music player to his phone. He opened the song straming app and searched for The BigHigh Band album.

"This? Like?" Pras seemed to be smiling widely as soon as he managed to play one of BigHigh's flagship songs.

Cassandra nodded. Pras wanted to keep staring at Cassandra but the green traffic light would not allow it.

After all, he was still traumatized by the red light because of the bumper collision incident. Until now, the car is still in the garage. Now he uses his other car.

Cassandra sat quietly for the rest of the trip due to the music playing. Pras also admitted that Hugo is good for this sad theme song. His voice was heartbreaking.

Until finally...

Jreng jreng! I HATE MY EX GIRLFRIEND!...

The sad song automatically plays another tang song track that has the opposite nuance.

Pras held back laughter because he was afraid of upsetting Cassandra. He would laugh because the situation was so strange, not laugh at Hugo.

"Laughter if you want to laugh, Pras! Ahaha!" Cassandra laughed a little.

Pras so no responsibility to hold back his laughter.

"God! Sorry-sorry. His playlist was still a random suit." Pras explained with a stifled laugh.

Cassandra's sad song track could be turned into a BigHigh song full of joy so. This song is more suitable to be aired on party shows.

Cassandra laughed and suddenly stopped. He suddenly thought if his father left quickly, would he be able to laugh after this again?

Cassandra's facial features changed immediately. Just at the same time Pras stopped his car in front of a modern-style white house.

"Well, it's a forced house... Cassandra?" Pras didn't talk when he saw Cassandra crying again...

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