Hidden CEO
Cassandra's Feelings

“Where have you been?” asked a middle-aged man who was sitting on the living room sofa and was staring intently at the woman who had just entered the house in a disheveled state. Not as neat as before anymore.

The woman seemed to grunt slowly. Then he casually took off his shoes and changed his new home sandals and then went away ignoring his papa who was clearly asking him.

“Adilla!” jolt papa Atmadja with a voice so high. “What a courtesy you behave like that when Papa asks you!” it seems that the patience possessed by papa Atmadja is indeed as thin as a tissue if you face the attitude of the princess alone wayangnya.

Why didn't he make a sister for the boy. So at least he has another choice if Dilla is a little wayward like this. Thought Papa Atmadja that of course it won't happen again. Because the man himself has long been a widower for decades.

Dilla stopped her steps. Very lazy to actually talk to his papa who will clearly discuss things that he really does not like at all. The woman stepped onto the sofa that was opposite her papa. Looking at her with a very tired look.

“What's up?” asked Dilla in a lazy voice. He did not even look at his father. Dilla chose to look out the window, where the orange color in the sky was so clear.

“Where have you been? Didn't the class come home this afternoon? And you are not to the company even though you have been in contact with Agnes.” Papa Atmadja who can no longer stem his wrath on Dilla who is very testing patience.

“Of course I learned, Pa. Where else are you going?” sahut Dilla was clearly the woman lying.

Therefore, Dilla chose to order apple juice only and some snacks available there, of course with the sound of music that is not too exciting like nightfall.

Dilla just wanted to release her fatigue and surprise when she found out that the man who owned the seedlings she had bought still remembered very clearly.

Even worse and did not expect Dilla, the man was the son of his favorite lecturer. Not only that, whether it was a coincidence or indeed had been planned in advance, the man also became a substitute lecturer for the next few days.

It made Dilla feel less comfortable. He had planned not to go in front of him if there was a class of the man, but Dilla thought back.

He is the only child of the Atmadja family, although his character is very minimal but at least he has something that can be uploaded. Dilla always stressed herself not to get below average. That was why Dilla had to ditch the plan before actually starting her bud.

Papa Atmadja shook his head faintly and incised briefly the temple. His head hurts when faced with his own daughter.

“Papa want to talk seriously with you, Dilla,” this time papa Atmadja's voice is no longer dusty as before, after the middle-aged man adjusts his breath and emotions. Win himself so as not to always be provoked by the behavior of his daughter, even though it had exploded briefly earlier.