Cassandra Loving

We Easy...

"I'm okay." With reddened eyes, Cassandra tried to avoid eye contact with Pras. He got out of the car without caring about Pras who was trying to prevent.

Pras eventually went down and followed Cassandra.

Balancing a woman with all the emotional turmoil that can change suddenly is not easy. Cassandra is 7 years younger than Pras.

Wherever Cassandra's feet went, Pras followed one step behind. Until finally Cassandra's steps stopped once she realized there was someone in the house.

The house was not empty. There were some workers there who when Pras asked them to answer that they were told by Prambodo.

"Tomorrow is done, sir. This afternoon also all the interiors were finished, then the night was completely cleaned." The shirtless man who seemed to be in charge of this house explained.

Pras nodded, Cassandra kept quiet.

This house will be ready to be occupied because everything is neat. Just a little interior finishing. It is clear that papa Cassandra has been preparing this house for a long time.

Since knowing the verdict of his illness, then followed by his wife died in the car accident, Prambodo thought long about many things. He wanted Cassandra's life to be good, adequate, protected, and comfortable after she died. Prambodo has been planning this house for a long time.

"It looks like there's a swimming pool in the back. He said the area was clean. Cold as well. Wanna see?" Pras.

Cassandra nodded.

Not long after that they were both sitting on the poolside chair shady and shahdu.

Cassandra is still quiet, but somehow she feels that Cassandra is comfortable with her and she is sure that she will talk.

Sure enough, a few minutes later Cassandra started talking without the slightest fishing line.

"After my legs healed and Papa asked me to go back to school, Papa actually invited me to move house. The old house now is full of memories about the late Mama. And that often makes me sad.

I agreed at first with Papa's idea. But after seeing our new house almost similar and as big as the old house, I refused. What difference? Same. Only the location is different. They all remind me of Mama.

I love big and big houses. Mama likes to care for plants and she has a large collection of rare ornamental plants. All the plants Papa put away after Mama died so we don't remember anymore and sad again. But still, Pras. Things can be thrown away, but memories cannot. We are still often sad when we miss Mama."

Pras was still silent without responding but his eyes were talking. Those eyes looked at Cassandra with concern. His ears were only dedicated only to hearing Cassandra tell a story.

Actually this attitude is not special-special very, considering Pras also likes to listen attentively like this want anyone who is talking. First when he was still in a relationship with Mayasa. Pras also noticed Mayasa as much as possible if the widow of the 3rd child was talking.

While Pras was still staring at the focus, Cassandra continued her story again.

"Tell Papa if I want a modern minimalist house with two floors. The paint is white, the interior is simple, with few plants, and a blue swimming pool in the back area of the house.

Papa didn't say anything at the time. He said it was hard to find such a property in the city center. At least have to dismantle the old building and start the building with a new concept as I want.

And this house..."

Cassandra could not continue her words. Her tears are melting again. Pras pulled out his own seat to make it more advanced. He wanted to hold Cassandra's hand so that the girl was more comfortable but he hesitated. He was afraid that Cassandra would misinterpret his touch, whose intentions were sincere.

Cassandra nodded.

"Behind all his attitude that maybe some of you don't like, but Papa you love you very much. For the last time please. Cassandra, please make all this easier, yeah. I mean about this marriage. Make your father calm and not anxious anymore." Pras aka took over the conversation.

Cassandra nodded and wiped her tears.

"When exactly did we get married?" Cassandra asked half daydreamed. His melancholy attitude makes his tone like a limp out of energy.

"I don't know either, but our lawyer has reached the filing stage. Papa you said he wanted to as soon as possible" Pras replied.

Cassandra nodded. His eyes looked more alive than before. Maybe he finally overcame his sadness.

"OKAY. We made a do and don't deal. What can be done, what can not be done, what are the limits, and things around it. Especially about physical contact, I have to emphasize this yes, Pras. I don't want to..."

"I understand..." Pras cutting.

In such a close sitting distance, the two of them looked at each other seriously.

"okay! We write to be clear!" Cassandra insists.

After all, Cassandra felt she had to make Pras know her position. This marriage is not based on love. They both have interests against the background of their respective parent's agreement.

And that afternoon, by the pool of the new house they were going to live in later, Cassandra and Pras talked to each other and occasionally argued.

Yes, it's a matter of boundaries that they have to set and agree on before they get married.

***

Meanwhile at the same time.

In a car that drove stable on the highway, Prambodo and Mayasa who sat in the back seat alias passenger seat seems to be chatting.

Sir, focus on driving in front.

Mayasa tried professionally since the initial conversation that made her chest tight. How not crowded, Prambodo just keep replying about the marriage of Pras and Cassandra.

"So their wedding plans accelerated? Then when exactly, sir." Mayasa couldn't bear to not pry this wedding plan. His mouth itches even though he has been resistant since.

Prambodo who looked a little confused asked about this was silent for a moment...

Mayasa was waiting for this answer. Honestly, he was not ready to hear all about Pras who he still loved...

"Pras, we should be the ones talking about our marriage. Our marriage, Pras. Not your marriage to another girl like this..."

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