Cassandra Loving

Caught Wet

When Cassandra entered the music room, Pras was still standing at the door awkwardly.

Should he close the door? Or just leave it open like this.

Fearing that if the door was not closed, then Cassandra finally realized that she was Pras, the young girl would explode in anger and her voice sounded from outside.

If the door of the music room is closed, it will be soundproof. Someone wants to scream, even if it won't be heard from the outside.

"Well! From the outside it looks narrow. But it turns out to be broad. Everything is complete here. How can I not know sir if the school is new eskul." Cassandra looked amazed looking around.

Pras could feel the girl's eyes sparkling with pleasure. It is not wrong with the story of his father. This girl is so fond of music but her papa is against it.

It is also seen from all social media posts how this girl is his passion in the field of music.

Pras felt no wrong choice of tricks. Okay, posing as a music teacher is the best way to approach Cassandra.

"Hmm, I was contacted by the school for a long time. I'm not an official teacher, either, Cassandra. Art culture teachers have their own. I just hold eskul doang." Pras scratched his head to hold back the nervousness.

Cassandra turned to the man she called Mr. Tyo and then the mangosteen.

"Father of a music school?" Cassandra asked with sparkling eyes. Maybe he hopes to wonder about the music school that he dreams of Pras.

Prastyo nodded stiffly.

Damnit damnit! He lied!

It's business school. How do you know about music school.

"Which university, sir? Overseas? Domestically?" Cassandra with her merdunya voice walked closer towards Pras who was standing stiff.

Pras started clenching his hands nervously.

If answered domestically he wants to mention which campus. If checked and caught lying from the beginning will be in vain all this.

Uh! Just answer the campus outside. So Pras thought.

"Eh, there is a music campus in Switzerland" Pras replied with origin.

Cassandra's eyes were round in disbelief. He looked at Pras with admiration. How cool to have an eskul teacher abroad.

"Seriously, Sir? Which campus? I have a dream of studying music abroad. I'm looking for all the information. So I know all the music campuses in Switzerland." Cassandra was enthusiastic.

Prastyo is getting pale.

Holy hooch! This is like playing chess but only 5 steps are already skamatt!

"Mmm, there's a point." What a nervous answer that began to make Cassandra suspicious.

Cassandra raised her eyebrows and stared at Pras rather sharply. Then after a minute as silent as a statue, Cassandra finally retreated.

Cassandra looked at Pras more and more. Pras panic.

"Wait on! You Mr Tyo? Whose full name? Don't tell Prastyo!" Cassandra began to feel her breath go up and down.

Various irregularities began to feel like dots of red threads connected in his brain. The sudden awkwardness of his father supporting him in music, his homeroom teacher who suddenly gave him this information during school holidays, the last three days of his father suddenly also stopped persuading him to meet with Pras.

Oh it turns out this...

Cassandra began to look annoyed after remembering the face of Pras she saw through a fleeting photo on the internet.

It looks!

Neat suit, thick glasses, hair drizzle.

Riled up because Pras could not answer anything or straighten out all this confusion, Cassandra took the phone out of her bag.

It is clear he quickly traced his search history on the internet search engine a few days ago.

Prastyo Hakka Gudono's.

Cassandra grew angry when she realized the photo she saw was exactly the same as the man who claimed to be the music teacher in front of her.

"This is you, Pras! Om Arik's son, right? Crazy huh! Why are you here! I'm a music teacher again!" Cassandra felt her breath and her voice racing against each other as it held in anger. His hands were shaking showing the screen of his cell phone to Pras.

"A-I can explain, Cassandra..." Pras panicked and walked closer. Cassandra is definitely retreating.

"No need to explain anything. Listen yeah! I don't want to be set up. Especially with you! Freak dude! I refuse to meet you because I spend time thinking about how to refuse this without making Papa disappointed.

You know my dad is sick? I'm dizzy and scared about it but you can stay like this until my school! Basic freak!"

Cassandra didn't realize her tone was rising.

Pras frantically turned his head towards the door, afraid that anyone would hear Cassandra's angry screams.

"I can explain..."

But Cassandra was obviously fed up. He didn't want to hear anything and tried to leave.

Pras obviously tried to hold his hand until Cassandra fell. Pras came down to help when their hands were still holding each other. Pras held Cassandra's hand.

"Surge there!" Cassandra tried to push Pras away and let go of his hand.

Pras tried to hold back because he was confused about what to do.

Pras thought the game was neat. It turned out that just a few minutes ago Cassandra had caught herself wet.

"Sandra's? You why?" Suddenly a tall man dressed in a basketball uniform appeared at the door. On the left chest is the name 'Ditto.'

All looking. Pras is panicking. Instantly he released his handrails on Cassandra's arm.

"Oh, Cassandra fell on the cable!" Pras directly points to the cable that is indeed transverse above the carpet of the room. The cable is connected to an electric guitar that rests on a chair.

With a quick and frightened movement, Pras stood up first and then extended his hand towards Cassandra to help her stand up.

Miraculously Cassandra did not refuse. He accepted the help and stood up. He did not say a word because he might also feel he had to keep all the secret chat in front of Ditto.

Ditto took off his basketball shoes and went straight in.

"Father of the teacher of eskul music?" Ditto who turned out to be more than Pras was wiping the sweat on her forehead with her stocky arms.

As a fellow man is quite inferior also Pras with charm Ditto who is younger than him. Moreover, he is very sensitive and can conclude quickly if Ditto has a crush on Cassandra. It was clear from his different eyes.

Pras was a teenager. Although he is 27 now, but he knows very well the movements of men who are having a heavy crush with girls.

'Didn't Ditto know that Cassandra was older than him? Cassandra 19's. This year 20. But Cassandra still can be said to look like a 15-year-old with her cute face. What age is this most Ditto, anyway? 17 most. Be safe. Cassandra can't possibly like the guy under her.' Pras.

Cassandra glanced at Pras with a look of hate that she held.

Ditto looked at Pras curiously mixed suspiciously. Pras tried to remain calm despite his heart rumbles.

Ah, crap!

He's a potential replacement CEO at the company but instead stuck here being a high school teacher.

"Y-yes. I'm the teacher here..."

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