Cassandra Loving

TKP Ruins

Pras tried not to tense even though his heart was raging.

When he sat behind his wheel, he suddenly hesitated. Is he capable of driving in such a state of turmoil?

Cassandra put her seatbelt on casually. He even brought his unused milk shake into the car.

"Okay, hurry up Cassandra. Your father is between life and death. And maybe Mayasa. We gotta get there!" Pras wanted to say that sentence but his lips were still.

The most important thing he had to do was to remain silent. Don't let Cassandra know that her papa is being sought by the SAR team.

"Let's go. Oh, ja. Have you seen the maps? Do you know the location of my papa project?" Cassandra glanced at Pras then re-sucked her milk shake.

Pras gulped and then nodded. His hand pressed the engine start button and the car engine was on.

"You forgot I worked in the Pragu office too before they kicked me into focusing on taking care of you? I know the location because I've been there," Pras replied while trying to joke so as not to tense even though his heart was tense not playing.

"Haha." Cassandra responded with laughter.

Pras then drove carefully but in his heart he wanted to speed and break through all the vehicles in front of him in order to get out of the way.

"Calm down. How many months is my papa at home without you in the office? They have since said they want to retire. At least one to two months are you resistant to be my music teacher later.

After that we went back to work so I could relax at school. Males really do come to see you every day and have to call you 'Pak Tyo.' Ah, another week is the holiday over and I have to go back to that damned school," complained Cassandra who did not know her papa situation was now very precarious.

Pras wanted to chim in so Cassandra didn't suspect anything but her face obviously couldn't lie if she was panicking.

How to try to be able to think clearly in this crucial situation, plus pretend to be okay, and must while driving again.

"Why are you silent and suddenly tense so Pras his face?" Cassandra who noticed the facial mimic change was suddenly suspicious.

Pras shook his head quickly with cold sweat on his forehead even though the car AC was burning coolly.

"Ng-no papa, really. Just kebelet," Pras said.

"What do you think?" Cassandra sucks her milk shake again and laughs at Pras.

Pras is silent. He only focused on looking ahead because a few meters after the red light where the car stopped, he had to turn towards the project site.

"Well, how many sirens?" Cassandra commented when she saw a police car running through a traffic light because it also opened the road for an ambulance.

Pras could only remain silent but his heart was increasingly unreasonable because he guessed all the priority groups on the streets were just about to move towards the crash site of the collapse of the building.

Cassandra wiped her lips that had been drunk like an innocent, innocent child. Pras can only glance with the feeling of each unprepared.

The car kept going.

Prefabricated memorize this route. He made several field trips here with Mayasa before their secret relationship ran aground.

After the smooth road, there will be several meters of access to the newly opened road specifically this project and the road is indeed bumpy.

"Loh, loh, loh! What is this, huh? How many police cars, fire engines, SAR teams. This is why, anyway?" Cassandra began to get suspicious. He looked at Pras with slightly rounded eyes.

Pras is silent. He focused forward and found Pak Budi who was apparently waiting for them to park his car.

"What's the matter, Pras?" Cassandra's innocent face a few seconds ago turned into fear.

The siren ambulance reminded Cassandra of the accident several years ago that killed her mother. And that made Cassandra uncomfortable.

"Pras, what's the matter, anyway?" Cassandra's starting to lose her temper.

Pras was silent while restraining himself in order to convey this bad news

"PRAS!" Cassandra began to shock and panic when she saw a body bag being transported aboard an ambulance parked neatly in front of the building. The bag is tightly closed.

Pras took off his seat belt and looked at Cassandra whose face was beginning to pale. Milk shake in his grasp even fell and made Pras car dirty.

Under normal circumstances, perhaps Pras would be upset then lecture an hour on hygiene. But now he's quiet. The atmosphere suddenly gripped.

Cassandra began to take off her seat belt and reached into her phone from the bag. He tried to call his father and groaned in despair.

"The building collapsed inside. From outside, papa. But the construction is not perfect and up to standard. Food's collapsing. The body must be one of the victims" Pras said trying to remain calm.

Cassandra's eyes glazed over and her lips trembled.

"My dad's there, right? He's not papa, is he? He's not in that collapsed building, is he?"  Cassandra asked Pras who didn't even know how to answer.

"Sadly she's there, Cassandra. Being sought. You want to get out of the car and watch the victim search directly?" Pras said with a limp.

Cassandra was crying with a panicked and shocked face.

"That's Papa. Maybe he has some news. I went downstairs and talked to him first, huh? Cassandra's? You hear me?" pras asked as soon as he saw his papa coming towards their car.

How exactly? Are Prambodo and Mayasa still alive?

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