My students Canduku
Chapter 1
Ｈａｐｐｙ Ｒｅａｄｉｎｇ!
The vase of flowers that floated from Shila's hand almost hit Chandra in case the man didn't dodge quickly. With the failure, Shila growled even more.
“Go you! I don't want to see your face! I'm sick! Sick!” Shila showed all her anger.
“Fine! I'm leaving! I will never come back here!” chandra said with the same anger.
“Fu*k you! B*ngsat! Go!” Shila's neckline protruded all of them. The woman's eyes were already swollen with a domineering red color. His entire face was wet, a mixture of tears and sweat. Equally salty which gives pain to his heart.
Chandra kicked the door before finally exiting the house. He growled, bringing out all the anger he had been harboring from earlier. The lifelong Chandra never snapped at anyone else, let alone Shila, the woman he loved from High School to the present, after their second marriage of the year.
However, everything did not go well. External and internal factors continue to plague their relationship until they always fight every day. The absence of the presence of children, a career that is high so that all things are sacrificed, and addiction to illegal drugs. All of that was with Shila, and Chandra was willing to accept her no matter what. In fact, even with a simple job, Chandra is willing to take over the task of making a living so that his wife is not burdened.
However, the woman was already sick. His possessive attitude completely curbed Chandra. Even if the man is just greeting or just being friendly with a female neighbor, Shila will immediately go berserk. Still mending if only Chandra hit, but Shila instead judged the woman until her anger subsided.
Chandra couldn't stand it. She grabbed her own hair while walking without direction. In fact, his feet were only covered in home sandals.
His steps down the highway were slowed down. Checking the phone expects a message from the wife, but the notification is dominated only by group messages. Chandra unappetizingly opened it.
...ADIWARNA HIGH SCHOOL ALUMNI...
Tristan
I'm in front of your house, Fan. Hunt out.
Arfan
Call the DJ, mo really not
Tristan
I have not picked up Telephone2
Arfan
So he didn't follow it
Only four of those messages were read by Chandra. He had no interest in typing on the phone screen.
Chandramawa Ahtar^^^^^
^^^W follow^^
Tristan
Yeee Sibang*at.
Yesterday2 was taught there was no news
Arfan
Yo 'i. Diajak²in until begging kite, not terpepin
Chandramawa Ahtar^^^^^
^^^Bacot^^^
^^^W otw to lo house, Fan^^^
Chandra is really tired now. He patted his hair and put his cell phone in his pants pocket. Stop the taxi and move to his best friend's house.
...***...
From the beginning, Chandra knew that her friends would be out hanging out. However, all he had in mind was an outdoor cafe with a soothing cup of coffee.
But what Chandra found was only music with a loud volume, dim lights, and a pungent alcohol aroma. His head grows. Every time he would return, Tristan prevented him.
“If you're bokek, I pay. Itung-itung celebration finally you want to come with us-we,” said Tristan.
“Yo. From the first we want to show off the Cogannya ADIWARNA High School with girls, eh elonya selling expensive. Now, come here by itself. We have fun, while you're looking for an escape. Girls are a little boring when married.”
Daniel's speech, which is more often called the DJ, immediately got a shot from Chandra. Really, his wife is always the best, despite the minus of many.
Tristan broke away. While Arfan and Daniel force Chandra to sit on the maroon sofa at the edge of the room.
For whatever reason, Chandra's headaches are growing now. He just needs to go home and sleep.
However, Tristan came by holding a woman. He also provided a glass to each of his friends and himself. Each small tube-shaped glass was filled with a clear liquid up to half.
“Pick the girl, diobralnya girl.” Tristan shook his head and took a sip of his drink once.
“Create Chandra selectin, Tris. He mischosen Mulu's feelings. Choose a wife who is like a lion.” Again, Daniel was very hobby to disturb the comfort of his friend.
“Ah, I'm an expert if I choose a girl.” Tristan put the glass on the table. He then swiped his hand on his chin while looking around for the woman who was busy swaying in the middle of the room.
“That's a match. Uh, the shake is steady for sure!” exciting Tristan. Then he clapped his hands. When some women turned their heads, Tristan only needed to point at the woman with the black half-thigh dress, and she was immediately approached.
All attention was on the woman. With a height of about 157 inches, and a typical seductive smile, the three men were immediately amazed.
“Ah, crazy choice Lo, Tris!” exclaim Daniel. “But tepos, njir.”
“Banyakin remes aja, ntar will be great kok.” Tristan responded lightly. He turned his attention to the woman he had just called. “Tuh, meet me, settle him.”
The woman immediately folded her hands in front of her chest. “B*lowjob 3 million. Making out 4 million. Making love 5 million per hour, out outside, use safety. Out at 8 million per hour. Room rental not included.”
“Njir expensive highly!” Daniel raised his voice. “Virgin is not that expensive, njir.”
The woman leaned against Daniel with an irritated face.
“Your virgin could you be satisfied? If my service, not satisfied, money back guarantee. Lo will not be able to service premium as I sell from any girl.”
“Wah, crazy. Lo directly take care of my plain temen it.” Tristan immediately pointed at Chandra who immediately shook his hand refusing.
However, the woman was very agile approaching Chandra.
“Select which one? **? MO'S? ML?”
“Just be satisfied. Pay, I take care of.”
“Tristan!” tegur Chandra firmly. He wanted to show his anger, but was soon replaced by shame when the woman quickly crept on his thigh. “Plis, don't beat him. I'm married.” However, Chandra shows her wedding ring in vain. The woman kept reaching for her pants, opening without hesitation.
Chandra was stunned by the woman's face. He held the woman's chin and examined her face carefully.
“How old are you?” ask Chandra.
“But you don't look that old,” concluded Chandra.
“That's not important!” Simultaneously, the zipper of his pants had already come down.
Chandra said that the woman had no shame at all.
“K-you want to do it here?” ask Chandra nervously.
Just be right. There are dozens of strangers here, and this woman is so brazenly willing to serve in front of so many people?
The woman looked at Tristan. “She wants to rent a room.”
The trsitan, who was making out with his woman, pushed the woman for a while. “Broom rent. I paid.”
The woman in front of Chandra stood up. “Come!”
Chandra just gawked here. Her friend so easily put Chandra into trouble, and the woman so cheaply gave her body away just for the money.
“Lo don't want?” ask the woman cynically.
Chandra stand. He fixed his pants that were open.
“Gue wants to go home! You guys have fun.” Chandra immediately turned around, leaving everything behind to mock Chandra as the wife's fearful husband.
Arriving in front of the club, Chandra stopped for a while. Rubbing his hair rough. As far as Chandra is concerned, he cannot betray his wife. Can't do.
His hand was suddenly gently grasped. That woman did it. He smiled at ordinary women. Chandra was stunned for a moment. That woman really is like a dozen years old. His eyes imply sincerity, and it hypnotizes Chandra. Without thinking, he followed where the woman was taking him.
Chandra then pulled rough to lean in the car. He realized when the car door opened.
“Gue wants money,” says the woman.
“You are looking for another customer.” Chandra is leaving. However, the woman is so quick to search when Chandra is caught off guard and forces Chandra into the car and locks her up.
“Lo is not cheating. Just help me get money. So, diem aja. I work.”
Chandra was clinging to both of those nimble hands. He tried to get help and opened the car door. But she always managed to dominate.
“Plis, stop.” Chandra held her shoulder t*lanj*ng The woman but still cheated.
“Waw.” The woman choked a little then glanced at Chandra. “Gue sure, you guys fight for sure not because of boredom or love. Huh, Lo wins in women's satisfaction problems.”
Chandra did not understand anything at all that the woman said. Just being able to feel a sensation that was either to be said to be bad, but he liked it, or a wonderful sensation, but his heart was overwhelmed.
The veins of his neck stood out as he looked up as a result of the actions of the woman who was lowered in front of his stomach. About how the woman was raising her head in a tempo that was very fitting with Chandra's needs, about the woman's long shrewd tongue that seemed to tear apart all of Chandra's defenses and feelings. All about how the woman works, everything is absolutely devastating.
...***...
Chandra is troubled by the stifling musty smell. He woke up and removed a shirt from his face.
“Build pe'a! I've made my car smell, now want to relax and sleep! Do you not work?” A burst of questions instantly came from Tristan.
Chandra pinched his temple, dizzy from two things: the drowsiness that had not subsided due to the preoccupation of playing until midnight yesterday, and regretted betraying his wife. But really, Chandra had a hard time resisting women last night, especially with her heart in disarray after a fight with Shila.
“Gue don't like you interfering with my business like last night, Tris.” Chandra no longer knew about her feelings: too angry to be confused to let out in what way; or really wanted to bury herself now in regret. “Gue—sukah—not knowing anymore how to ngehadepin Shila abis this.”
“Yes, Lo hadepin aja kayak usually, continue the story, if you already have another girl. She's getting divorced, yes. I help find a wife. Anyway, I was like last night was sorry for you, too blind love with Shila until you sacrifice everything you have, including self-esteem. Lo stayin kayak Shila's wife.”
“Ngot able.”
Tristan's word of advice, Chandra refused out loud. He immediately got out of bed. Walk towards the bathroom. He had to clean up all the traces last night before returning home, otherwise it was not the vase that Shila threw, but a knife.
...***...
The Chairman of OSIS High School Adiwarna is explaining some of the problems of students over the past 5 days to Chandra, Guidance and Counseling teacher. Of the dozens of such lists, the name Mishal Afifah which has the most frequency of problems. Whether it's sleeping during class hours, always late to school—even occasionally he comes at the turn of the lesson, denied when given advice, difficult to concentrate, and always forget schoolwork.
“What do I need to call, Sir?” Aksa, the Chairman of OSIS made an offer.
“No need.” Chandra closes the book and takes off his glasses. He looked at his trusted disciple with a faint smile. “Your work result is good. I'm happy about it,” Chandra said later.
“Thanks, Sir.” The 17-year-old looked down with respect. “I say goodbye first, Mr.”
“Please.” Chandra reached out as a gesture to allow Aksa to return to her class.
Chandra rechecked the problem records on behalf of Mishal Afifah. These last four months, the problem record is more than the good record. In fact, it was almost 1 month that the girl did not go to school.
Leaving his chair, the man walked straight away from the room. Turn to the left. The sound of an entrance bell ringing. Chandra suddenly paused for a moment when a girl appeared in front of him, walking in the direction of Chandra casually.
The girl was wearing a tight ash skirt half a thigh. Her hair was tucked back, as well as a purple leather bag. Chandra's gaze descended down, seeing the girl's feet not covered in socks and wearing white shoes.
The girl entered the XI class of IPS 4, a place Chandra would go to. Upon entering, all the occupants of the class instantly quieted down, which was previously filled with hubbub.
Chandra looked at them one by one. “Yang named Mishal Afifah, come here!”
The girl who had been followed by Chandra, and had not had time to sit in her place, immediately turned to Chandra.
Both of them froze, with blank eyes. Difficult interpreted. Letting the seconds pass repeating their actions last night. Chandra gulped roughly.
He did not remember wrongly. He almost memorized every inch of the woman's face he wore last night. In fact, any expression of pleasure from a woman last night, she could remember very well.
*nya, that face and expression were unexpectedly in front of him. Staring confusedly at Chandra as well.
“I Mishal Afifah.” The girl raised her voice, which was completely similar to the voice of the woman last night.
Chandra repeatedly cursed himself. She really did not know, already had an illicit relationship with her own student.
“K-you ...” Chandra could not control her voice that slightly shook from shock. “You come with me to the room!” said firmly.
As Chandra took a quick step away from the classroom, no one knew how powerful the man's fist was. No one realized how shaking Chandra's legs were due to this bad fact.
...***...
...Ｔｏ Ｂｅ Ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｄ...
...𝙺𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚙𝚊 𝙶𝚊𝚎𝚜...
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