Cassandra Loving

Broken Heart Pieces

The car continues to drive to the project site. Mayasa was busy with her thoughts and her broken heart. Prambodo was busy thinking about his plan as well.

For Prambodo, the focus now is on the pursuit of time. The illness cannot wait. The marriage of Cassandra and Pras must be held as soon as possible, then she can calm down.

"The lawyer said that this week's fluency is also ready for documents and all sorts of things. This is a normal marriage. I mean Cassandra's old enough even though she's still in high school.

Marriage laws in the country say that the minimum age of state-recognized marriage is 18 years. Cassandra's almost 20. He matures physically and mindfully.

I want to be quick, Mayasa. As soon as possible. Sometimes I fear my age precedes my plans..."

Mayasa looked down at the answer.

Oh, this week...

How rapid.

Not that Mayasa did not empathize with his superior's illness, but his own heart needed to be treated.

"Oh, Mr. Prambodo. If you knew your future son-in-law still cried with me a few weeks ago. We weep for our relationship which had to be broken up by force. It ends because of circumstances." Mayasa saturates with a heart that tries to toughen up.

"May, you knew Pras a long time ago, right? If it is not wrong since he has not graduated from college, he has entered this company. Arik told you to be his mentor, right if not wrong?" Prambodo looked at Mayasa while asking. His face looks serious.

Mayasa then raised his head and nodded. The vow! He did not want his face to show too much sadness now. At least let him hold it until he is alone in the car and then he can blow everything out until he is tired of crying.

"Yes, I'm Pras' mentor, sir." And even dating her, Mayasa added inwardly.

"Of course you're close. What do you think he's a guy, anyway? Honestly, of the many names that appear in my head, Pras is the one I feel most able to match my daughter. He's patient, mature, hardworking, obedient to parents. What do you think?" Prambodo looked at Mayasa with a look of confidence.

I don't know what expression will appear on the old face and he knows Mayasa and Pras were once in a relationship.

Mayasa swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. He tried to string the words about Pras in his head but that came out of his mouth was a short answer nan cliche.

"Pras is a good boy, sir," Mayasa replied briefly.

"You may not feel good talking about him in front of me. But be honest, May. Help me feel more confident. Mention the shortcomings of Pras! Surely you know.

Does he like to play girls? I mean, you guys are often alone, maybe you never overheard him calling his girlfriend or something. Arik always said he never knew Pras had a girlfriend. But Pras might have it, right? He was just not honest with his father.

Or mention something about him that I don't know. Come, May. I want to know from no one else's perspective about my future daughter-in-law." Prambodo seemed to insist on urging Mayasa.

Mayasa bit her own lips and turned her face to the window of the car. Well, I gotta tell you what this is. Mayasa seemed to be thinking hard.

"Mmm, Pras it... Mmm, di-he's a perfectionist. Yes, maybe it is an advantage, not a deficiency. But at first glance I saw Cassandra, I could guess that her personality with Pras was very different.

Cassandra seemed indifferent, as she was, spontaneous, without thinking too much about doing everything. Pras. That might complicate things going forward." Mayasa.

Prambodo. Oh, if this is all he knows. Arik Gudono aka Pras' biological father often told stories before. Pras has an orderly lifestyle, neat, clean, disciplined, all-organized.

"I almost took the kid to a psychologist, Pram. His behavior is really strange. Like with OCD. But every time I persuade him to refuse. Oh, I want my boys to be adventurous in the wild, play dirty, and stuff like that. Pras does not like it at all. Wonder me!" That was Arik's complaint to him years ago when Pras was still not in school.

It turns out that the child did grow up with the old traits and habits. Pras the neat, Cassandra the messy.

Prambodo laughed. "On that matter, I raise my hand. But I'm sure they can compensate each other later.

Pras will become more relaxed and normal, meaning not too neat in everyday life. Then Cassandra's gonna get a little tidiery. It will surely be able to. Moreover, they will stay at home." Prambodo laughed again. It looks happy.

Mayasa laughed. At least he wants to try to look good. His heart was shocked. Huh huh? Live at home?

"The house you asked about, May. Well, that's the house for them to occupy after marriage later. I deliberately prepared the house for a long time because I did not want Cassandra to have a lot of sad memories about the old house we live in now. I'm afraid I'm dying at home." Prambodo added.

Mayasa felt her chest tight. "My race will stay home with another girl. Oh..." Mayasa.

"Se-home? Just two of them? Not the same Father? I think this marriage is just a matter of document administration while waiting for Cassandra to graduate High School..." Mayasa felt increasingly broken...

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