Cassandra Loving

Bad News

Where were Pras and Cassandra now when Prambodo and Mayasa were on the verge of death?

Pras and Cassandra no longer talk about marriage deals and argue by the pool of the new house. They had now moved because Cassandra was hungry after tired of crying.

At a famous fast food restaurant, they sat down and picked a bench in a quiet corner. Cassandra is busy eating, Pras is busy with her laptop.

Cassandra was chewing her burger voraciously when Pras read out the contents of their pact she typed on her laptop.

Ah, if Cassandra knew that at the same time her father was risking his life on a helping hand and the weak footing of collapsed building debris, she would not be able to swallow this kind of food.

"OK, no room sleep, but still have a room together that will be used when parents come to look so they do not suspect.

No physical contact for any reason! The one who breaks can be slapped. If it is outrageous and into the realm of harassment, it can be reported to the police.

Uh, but how do we report the police? We're husband and wife, Cassandra. Let's clear this point. The point is that we agree with each other on those boundaries, right?" Pras scratched his head.

Cassandra sucked her milk shake and then grinned while thinking. That is also what Pras says. He nodded and bit his burger again. Understandably, he is hungry.

"Okay, next. As long as they are still in the marriage bond, each must not establish a relationship with the other party.

Then about the divorce, we will agree on the right time. We will still get divorced later because we both know the purpose of this marriage is only to please parents and validate business agreements between parents.

After the divorce, the shares of Pragu Group will remain 50:50 divided equally. Deal?" Pras glanced at Cassandra who was busy eating.

Cassandra shook her head and swallowed the food she just spoke.

"I have nothing to contribute, can not work, do not understand and there is no desire to learn about business. So, 60:40 its okay because you're working hard. We agreed to this at another time when our parents were no longer involved in the company and you were in complete control." Cassandra said an unexpected word.

Pras could only gawk at seeing Cassandra eat casually again after saying this.

10% of the shares are worth billions. Tens of billions maybe. But Cassandra said lightly.

"B-but my papa and your papa have agreed to be divided equally. Never mind, I'm not a greedy person either. I'm not asking you to take care of the company either. As long as you don't block me or complicate my business decisions, that's enough" Pras said.

Cassandra was still busy chewing and just shrugged her shoulders with a disinterested look. Really, he's not the double eye type. Sufficient since childhood makes him indifferent to this problem.

For Cassandra, life doesn't have to be luxurious. Enough is important, he is happy.

"Are there any more points you want to add?" Pras asked back.

Cassandra shook her head somewhat uncertainly. Pras almost opened his mouth and spoke again but it was not because of his cell phone that he put on the table was ringing.

'Papa calling.'

"But a minute, Cassandra. Papaku. Yeah, hello Pa?" Pras greeted his father on a phone call.

"Om Prambodo is trapped in the construction ruins of the project he visited. Papa's on his way there. SAR teams, volunteers, police and fire teams are heading there as well. You're the same Cassandra, right?" Arik's usually feisty voice instantly sounded sad.

Pras felt his heart was going to fall. He saw Cassandra who was still busy chewing the burger in front of him. 

How did he deliver this bad news?

"Y-yes, he is with me" said Pras lirih while trying to stand up from his seat and get out of the way.

Cassandra looked at him confusedly as it suddenly left. Pras coded it by hand that this was an important phone and he stepped away to another corner a little far away in Cassandra's seat.

Pras took a deep breath. He glanced at Cassandra again and was increasingly confused how to deliver this unpleasant news.

Pras remembers several hours ago he took the hard decision to tell how severe Papa Cassandra's condition was until the boy cried as he pleased. There haven't been a few hours, cook he has to deliver bad news again?

"Cassandra, Papa you've been hit by the ruins of the building and we don't know how it is. Whether he's alive or not..."

Aghhh! Just imagine it is difficult. Pras bit his own tongue so frantically.

"But really no news yet Pa? Have you tried calling Om Pram?" whisik Pras's.

There was a long breath of Arik Gudono. Behind the phone call between father and son, there is something else that makes Arik's mouth difficult to talk since. And this is about Mayasa. Yes, until this moment Pras did not know that Mayasa was also there. He is both trapped and the matter of whether his condition is dead or alive no one knows.

"Pa?" Pras called back because Arik never answered.

"Number is not active. Mayasa's number is also off..." Arik Gudono somewhat dragged his sentence.

"WHAT? MAYASA IS THERE TOO?" Pras' voice instantly became uncontrollable.

Cassandra who had been busy enjoying the sweetness of her order milk-shake immediately turned her head while furrowing her eyebrows.

"Papa just heard from Mr. Budi. He waited in the car and said Om Pram got into the same building as Mayasa. From the office they also left both, the car..."

Pras felt his memory instantly drawn back to the events of a few hours ago.

In the room of Prambodo aka papa Cassandra, Mayasa entered the room and looked at him with sad eyes.

"Papa want to check on the project and probably will be home late, Cassandra..."

Pras is convinced now. Yes, Papa Cassandra checked out the project after the meeting with Mayasa. After that they both left...

"Prass! Papa knows you still have Mayasa's taste. But focus. If you do not feel focused driving, take a taxi to the location. Papa will send his location by message after this. Tell Cassandra slowly. Don't make him panic." Arik Gudono made a sudden hoarse voice.

Pras asserted and then closed the call.

Cassandra was seen no longer on their desk earlier, but her bag and laptop were still intact at the table.

"Why are you, anyway? What did you say until you turned pale and screamed?" Cassandra's been ruffled around behind her.

Pras flutter and bow.

Ow hell! How do I say this?

"Mmm, Papa you told us to go to the project. T-So he said he wanted a check to the field, right? Okay, we're leaving now. Take your bag let me pack my laptop." Pras immediately moved.

Cassandra was still in a place with an incomprehensible face.

"Papa asked us to follow? He used to call and tell me himself. Then papa you called, right? Why didn't my own father call you?" Cassandra was still standing in place.

Pras who has now put his laptop in the bag just turned his head and said, "Handphone papa you lowbat. Batrenya, so can't call."

Cassandra looked in disbelief. Wait until he knows what really happened...

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