Cassandra Loving

First Meeting

One week later, Pras was pecking himself in front of the mirror of the school toilet. It was his first day as a music teacher.

School is still one week away before the start of the new school year. But Pras went in for musical activities.

Don't ask how he got into this school and got accepted as a teacher. He obviously easily got the position because the head of the school foundation was his papa college friend and Cassandra's papa.

To be honest it was a bit tense as well Pras with this new thing. Moreover, he actually had to do all this. But this is all for the sake of an important mission. I don't want him to be ready.

Yes, his mission will be done today. Mission essential. reckless mission.

Mission approaching Cassandra.

"OKAY. Neatest. Perfect!"

Pras muttered softly after making sure his shirt was neat. He did not know Cassandra actually did not like the type of guy too neat and dapper like this.

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While in front of the school gate, Cassandra looked doubtful after closing the car door.

Looking back again, his father opened the window and smiled at him.

Cassandra turned around and walked closer.

"Papa sure? It's not that Papa doesn't usually like me learning music, singing, all sorts of things. I wonder why Papa suddenly gave me permission to make a list of eskul." Cassandra lowered her head to match her position with her papa still in the car.

Prambodo laughed softly. He tried to be as calm as possible so that Cassandra did not suspect that this was all a trap.

Prambodo gave up also persuaded Cassandra who continued to buy time when it would be met directly with Pras.

He agreed with this match. But when persuaded always reasoned.

"San, Papa just wants you to be happy, really. Now can. You want to learn anything. The school remains number one. You have to graduate. Okay?" Prambodo.

Cassandra stood up again. Her hair that she ponytailed was carelessly sticking out and her hair child was flying over her cheeks. His face was doubtful.

He wondered why his father suddenly changed his mind so quickly. When she first learned of her father's critical illness, Cassandra had thrown away her dream.

Now his situation has turned around awkwardly.

"Papa sure? Tranquil, Pa. There was no eskul before at school. Who knows, no one will come but me. Sandra and Papa check up to the hospital." Sandra was suddenly holding the door handle, preparing to enter the car again.

Prambodo panic. He shook quickly.

"San, Papa's serious. Papa has been too hard on you all along. Now Papa is supporting. Then you buy the guitar you want. How's it? Papa's friend is in LA. Papa can nitip him the guitar that you bought on vacation yesterday. Okay?"

The snare is thrown.

Cassandra is clearly melting. He quickly closed the car door again and nodded.

"Seriously, Pa?" The pretty girl's eyes sparkled happily.

Prambodo.

"The theme is Om Arik, anyway. Anyway next week the goods are at home. It's in there. It's not good Papa's parking here. Go the road, Mr. Budi. With Cassandra. I'll pick you up from the hospital."

Then the car drove away, leaving Cassandra alone in front of the school gate.

With a smile growing, sparkling eyes, and cheerful steps, he walked in and greeted the school security guard.

Cassandra looks around and finds a group of cheerleader kids training.

On the other side of the court, basketball children also appear to be on practice breaks.

Every school holiday, this place is never empty. Children who have clubs, eskul, or who are not interested can enter the school area and use the facilities.

Cassandra knew where she was headed. He had already contacted the music teacher who had previously been directed by his homeroom teacher.

Yes, her homeroom teacher said Cassandra could join the newly formed music studio if she wanted to. It just so happened that he knew Cassandra had talent and interest in the field.

The music teacher who was none other than Pras asked Cassandra and other children who wanted to join gathered today in a new room in the corner of the school.

Cassandra knew at first the room was an additional warehouse. I don't know what the school did to the room. He doesn't know. What is clear is that he has been converted into a special room for music.

Cassandra stood in front of the room. He read the plaque above the door.

"Eskul Music."

He's stunned. There is even a special room plaque. The paint looks new too.

Cassandra smiled. I don't know why he was happy. After begging his father to be put into a school where there is a music eskul always rejected, now this school has a music eskul as well. Unfortunately, it was only in his last year of High School.

Cassandra did not knock on the door when she saw it was not really closed.

He fad peeked and saw the back of the man with the slap of hair standing behind him. The man was tidying the tables.

"No one's." Cassandra sat down and glanced at the watch she was wearing.

Right at 10 in the morning. Not that he said the gathering hour is this hour. Why is there no one? Cassandra was clearly confused. The music teacher said there were already about 15 children who signed up and confirmed that they would be present at the first meeting tomorrow.

But finally out of curiosity, Cassandra knocked on the door as well.

"Good morning, Mr. Tyo?" Cassandra called.

Yes, Pras introduced himself as Mr. Tyo when chatting with Cassandra. It's not wrong either. His full name is Prastyo.

Pras looked and smiled.

"Yes? You're..."

By acting pretentiously confused, Pras walked over and opened the door wide to be able to see Cassandra behind the door freely.

"Sir, I'm Cassandra who chatted yesterday about eskul. He said there were 15 children present. How deserted? It was 10 o'clock. I'm late, sir?" Cassandra, who was wearing jeans and a plain white T-shirt, appeared to be standing at the door confused.

Pras smiled innocently, pretending to be a little surprised.

"Oh, Cassandra. I'm sorry, I think I'm late in entering your name in eskul chat group. I just made an announcement last night that the meeting was postponed. You can see for yourself, the room is not neat," Pras said while scratching his head.

Cassandra looked disappointed. But apparently he has not suspected that the figure of the man in front of him is Pras-man who soon inevitably had to marry.

"Oh, that's it, sir." Cassandra was apparently confused as to what to respond to.

"Duh, sorry about Cassandra. Where have you come here again." Pras is becoming her acting.

Cassandra tried to smile in disappointment.

Oh, that smile is sweet!

In Pras' heart. Indeed, he had several times crossed paths with Cassandra at the office event when he was invited to force his father. But it's only a glimpse.

Now at this close distance, it felt Cassandra's beauty slapping Pras' heart unwittingly dag-dig-dug as well.

Cassandra is a natural beauty, without makeup though. Thick eyebrows, dimples, pointed nose. Anyway all the structure of his face as if it was located in its place perfectly.

"Mmm, you want to come in? Can help me and chat maybe if you want. You're the first student to enter this room." Pras laughs kindly.

Cassandra looked doubtfully. Their eyes meet. Somewhat nervous also Pras met the eyes of Cassandra who he had to admit: it was beautiful.

"Can." Unexpectedly Cassandra replied casually and then went straight into the room.

Pras heart wants to be dislodged.

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