Cassandra Loving

On Top of the Vespa

Pras patted one helmet on the back of his Vespa seat then daydreamed for a while.

Ah, this helmet used to be worn by Mayasa. What a beautiful memory as they spent the night together around the city riding a vespa and returning home carrying the favorite chocolate cheese toast Mayasa children.

Memories are just memories. Ever since caught and run aground, the exciting and romantic secret date certainly never happened again.

"Cassandra wants to ride this bike. Om Pramodo angry also not yes if I boncengin his son riding a motorcycle? After the car accident, he was possessive about the safety of Cassandra so many times he could change the driver so anxious," said Pras slowly.

He looked towards the school's high fence covered with vines. From the distance, Cassandra sat at a stop waiting for her.

Pras does not want to waste time and makes Cassandra upset waiting. He put on his own helmet and started the engine.

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"Yes, Pa. Waiting for Pras at the stop near the gate. I couldn't have gotten up from the parking lot. Many other students practice in the school field. Later if they see it even suspicious again. Papa also stuck me in a kayak gini situation," complained Cassandra as soon as her papa called her again.

"San, you call Pras do not name doang gitu dong. Not polite. He is older than you. She is also your husband-to-be. Call 'Mas.' Ah, you are." Papa Cassandra's voice from the phone call made Cassandra upset.

He moved his cellphone which had been attached to his left ear so that it was to the right ear. Then his left hand was busy tucking the child's hair behind his ear.

"What the hell is Pa using call 'Mas' everything. I'd like to call him Pras. Now at school you have to call him Mr. Tyo, now you have to call 'Mas?' No!" Cassandra started sulking.

Already upset because Pras made him wait a long time, plus the stop was hot, uh this is one more papa called and made him annoyed. Urinate him.

"Sandra... Started, deh. Call 'Mas' anyway. Shame on the same Om Arik. Pras is very polite to his son. You're like a delinquent like this being told to call 'Mas' just don't want to.

Oh, ja. Then tell Pras to be careful driving him, yes. Don't speed. Don't play cell phone. Look ahead really." Prambodo, traumatized by his reckless driving driver, has his wife dead and Cassandra's severe injuries, always tell him this.

Cassandra knows her papa has only been anxious and traumatized since the accident. But sometimes he is also upset because his papa he considers too much to worry about him.

Prambodo is a person who will not be able to calm any activity if he knows Cassandra is still on the road and has not been informed of it has arrived safely.

He would also be in a deep shock if anything happened on the road. Even though the car broke down just because the car tire leaked he could react horboh.

Severe trauma can sometimes make people act that way.

"Pa, stop. Pras is also an adult. He knows it's the mistress of the mob..." Then Cassandra's words came to a halt as soon as she saw Pras suddenly appearing in front of her with his chocolate vespa.

Pras looks grim. Maybe confused to explain from where if he forgot to say earlier that he did not ride a car, but a motorcycle.

"Wow! Papa would be upset if he knew I was riding Pras on a motorcycle." Cassandra sat in her heart still staring in shock while the phone was still stuck in her ear.

"Hello? Hello Sandra?" Until his daydreams were up because his papa was surprised he suddenly stopped his sentence.

"Eh, oh. Mmm, yes, Pa. Pras nyamperin. See you at the hospital. Bye, Bj. I'm matainin' the phone." Cassandra quickly put her phone in her bag.

Pras who had marginalized the vespanya then turned off the engine.

"Cassandra, I forgot to say that I went to school with a motorbike. You take a taxi, yes. I follow from behind. Let it go to the hospital later. Papa you mustn't be ngizin..."

"No! I'm going on a bike! I love riding bikes!" Cassandra then suddenly made a cheerful voice.

"Huh?" Pras to confusion.

Pras spontaneously saw Sandra's legs wrapped in jeans. Ow hell! It doesn't look papa. But he knew very well from the story of Papa Cassandra that the leg had only recovered a year more until Cassandra could walk normally again.

Even Cassandra can not move using too heavy feet. In sports hours while at school he often did not participate because of the condition of his feet.

"Kok diem. Comeing! Where's the helmet." Cassandra is apparently pointing towards the helmet that perches sweetly in the passenger seat.

Pras is still dumb. He felt unsure.

"Buruan!" Cassandra forced and made Pras nervous so as to hypnotize Masaya's helmet changed hands in Cassandra's hands.

After wearing a helmet and having confusion locking the safety slot of his helmet, Cassandra finally ride vespa Pras.

"Let's go!" Cassandra sounded excited.

Oho! What kind of fate is this.

Pras could have almost sold this vespa because he wanted to throw away memories with Masaya instead of piggybacking on other women in his passenger seat. Where Masaya's helmet is worn again.

Vespa also drove slowly across the leafy streets of the capital with yellow Tabebuya trees blooming beautifully.

It should be like a romantic scene in a romance drama. But what was imagined in Pras' head was precisely the beautiful memory of Mayasa that he was boncenging.

The difference is that Mayasa used to always hold sweetly on her waist, while Cassandra held on to her shoulders.

Really funny. Just like this Pras motorcycle taxi driver in Cassandra's eyes.

"Whose helmet is it? Who do you know who has a stand-by helmet in the back seat?" Cassandra asked as the vespa stopped in front of the red light.

Pras pale suddenly.

Ow hell! He might answer honestly.

"Huh? Mmm, this is the built-in helmet from the motorcycle dealer. Pair. Packet." Pras answers origin.

Glanced from the rearview mirror Cassandra seemed to give off a funny expression as her eyes glanced upwards, towards the helmet she was wearing.

"But this is like a used girl. Fragrant shampoo chick. Last time I wanted to wear a kiss was vague." Cassandra replied again.

Pras panic. Ow hell! What other reason is this.

"Mmm, i-iya had used a friend's office every hour break to pick up his sister to the station. Several times his clothes so maybe the smell is sticky. Her sister's a coincidence." Pras is getting better at making up stories.

Cassandra mangot. Pras saw the reflection of his shadow from his rearview mirror.

"ah! Fortunately he believed!" batin Pras.

The traffic lights turn yellow and then green. Vespa Pras drove again. 5 minutes later they reached the hospital where Papa Cassandra checked up.

Cassandra seemed to be enjoying the ride. He didn't feel nervous at all. Though Pras thought this child had trauma and fear about accidents.

"okay! Until us! Excited to ride the bike too!" Cassandra sounded cheerful then came down from the vespa.

Pras glanced at it with a smile. He did not know that Cassandra cheer this way because she wanted to make her father upset at Pras later. He obviously wanted to complain that Pras forced him to ride a motorcycle.

His father will be angry. Cassandra knows that. Yes, even though the anger of her father will not cancel this matchmaking, at least Cassandra is satisfied because Pras will definitely be diomeli her papa.

Just imagining that scene alone made Cassandra want to laugh. Since then, his face has looked cheerful.

"Ouch! How, anyway! It's hard to get rid of!" Cassandra seemed to have trouble removing the helmet lock.

Pras sensitively came down from his vespas and stood in front of Cassandra and helped her remove the helmet.

It looks like a normal scene. But for Mayasa who accidentally saw this scene from inside his car, it felt like this scene was so painful.

"Oh! That's the helmet I used to wear when walking around Pras. Oho! That's the vespa motor that Pras bought for a surprise because I said the vespa was cool when he saw the ad in the billboard when we were both car for a meeting at the client's place..."

Mayasa career woman mature 37 years old. Her biggest child is even Junior High. But she's an ordinary woman. He has a heart and a feeling. She also has the right to be heartbroken like any other woman out there.

He also has the right to cry.

Yeah, like this one...

He cried in the car park when he saw the scene 10 meters in front of him.

CONNECT ...

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