My students Canduku
Chapter 12

Chandra takes her smartphone from the living room to the library where Shila reads some of her favorite books. He showed the screen to his wife, who was responded to coldly.

"Can I go out for a second? Take your medicine from Widya," Chandra reported after Shila briefly glanced at her message just now.

Not immediately answering, Shila instead lowered her reading book slightly up to the thigh. His reading glasses were also lowered to lean on the tip of his pointy nose. Shila's eyes twitched as if thinking, then closed by her long breath. Almost simultaneously with her shoulders raised indifferently, Shila also gave a relief answer.

"Please."

"thank you. I won't be long."

"25 minutes is enough?" shila asked for a second after Chandra gave his promise.

25 minutes?

Chandra's stunned. The journey to Widya's house alone can take more than 30 minutes, not yet back. However, since Shila showed an untouchable cold expression, then Chandra nodded twice. He glanced at his watch, then left the mini library in his house towards the courtyard. On his big motorbike for him to drive at twice the speed than usual— even more if the atmosphere of the streets is empty.

However, he was blocked by the red light. Chandra clucked while hitting the head of his motorbike in annoyance. When he turned to the side, he found his favorite student— to be told— was also riding a motor matic either want to go where.

"Acts?" chandra Tegur.

"Eh, Mr Chandra?" Aksa was no less surprised, because he was here without wearing a helmet and was still a minor to carry a motorcycle. While he spoke to this is a teacher who is too momorsatkan rules.

"Where are you going?" Instead of discussing the condition of Aksa, Chandra asked the purpose of the chairman of OSIS.

"To the pharmacy, sir. Want to buy things," replied Aksa a little clumsy. Evidenced by his attitude that immediately rubbed his neck nervously.

Chandra taps his fingers first in the gas section of the motor. Worrying.

"Can you help me?"

"B—help what, sir?"

Chandra flinched for a moment. The faster his right fingers continued to tapped uneasily.

In fact, just yesterday afternoon he told himself to no longer attach more importance to other girls than his wife. And yet, for some reason. Why, Chandra doesn't know. Clearly, he could not calm down since last night because he had never interacted with the disciple he wanted to change for the better during these two days.

Chandra grips tightly to the gas motor. He was still busy thinking, when the honking from behind him sounded because the light had turned green. Aksa himself did not immediately pull his motor gas to wait for his teacher to speak.

"Can you buy me some medicine?" Chandra hastily reached into his pants pocket to pull out the phone, then left pocket to take out some money. Widya's house is too far away for her to travel in a short time, while Shila must not be suspicious at all. "I'd be very grateful if you'd help."

"Can, sir." Aksa was a little excited to answer.

Then, after the handover of mobile phones and money, the two left the road where the stop had just headed in two directions that were inversely proportional. Chandra uses all the speed that the bike can get between the waves of other riders. Slipping here and there as fast as he could, in order to get to his destination home soon.

It's almost eight o'clock in the night. Chandra was very hopeful that the girl was still in her house.

After parking the motor in the yard of Mishall's house, it looked lonely in the surrounding area at that time. Chandra was already pessimistic, but he still followed his feet towards the door to be knocked on several times. Then, the door opens. It was nearly shut down again by the house owner girl, but was soon held back by Chandra strongly. He continued to push open until his body could sneak in, and let Mishall close it violently.

"Sir Chandra why are you here?" mishall was upset. He clenched his feet violently leaving the living room, going into the deepest part of his house. Because fighting the teacher and forcing him out is impossible. Chandra's too stubborn. "Sir Chandra .. I swear, this Mr. Chandra has passed the limit really know, no?"

Without being told further, Chandra could catch any wrongdoing here. About how the girl's feet stepped in, or from her uphill tone—Chandra could feel it. There was a problem with Mishall.

Chandra then enters the kitchen where Mishall is. He pulls out a dining chair right next to Mishall to focus on the girl. Looking around, Chandra felt that her mother was out. Then, he glanced at the watch. 12 Minutes left.

"You don't want any story, Mishall?" chandra Tawal. He slightly softened his tone, however Mishall gave a reaction. "Sorry, yesterday I couldn't be next to you when you had a problem. But, now I'm here. You don't want any story?"

Mishall shook his head slowly, with his empty gaze pointing towards the table. Clearly shows something opposite of the answer.

Mishall bowed deeply, becoming the answer to the justification for Chandra's earlier guess. The girl's breath sounded loud, becoming an impetus for Chandra to come forward and pull the girl's body in his arms.

"No problem. No problem ...." Chandra could only say that as long as the girl squirmed lightly in the clench of both arms. Then, after Mishall calmed down a bit, Chandra glanced at the watch for a bit. "Why should I be ashamed, Mishall? That's a good job, right? Shameier still, if you work for a man you don't know by undressing. That's a lot more embarrassing."

"Sir Chandra doesn't understand ...." Mishall snorted in annoyance. "I am famous for being rich among my friends .... Obviously, if they see me as a servant .. I'm ashamed! I hate being poor! I hate everything that caused me to suffer like this ...."

Chandra sighed in amazement. He was wrong because he was too worried. This woman is too momorsatkan prestige rather than shame itself, so self-esteem does not matter as long as the price of goods in her remains luxurious.

How resuscitate?

"So you didn't work?" chandra asked, which was immediately answered with a nod. "No problem, I'll help you solve your problem." Chandra then lowered his voice, "if I can overcome Arfan's anger after you've been absent at will."

Silent. Chandra glanced at the watch again, then realized that the time was narrow. He immediately let go of his embrace. It shouldn't be overreacting like this. Look, there's a part of his body that reacts a little.

"Sir Chandra, guess what. I look like a guy what?"

Chandra raised her brow next to confusion. "People .. live?"

"No!" mishall replied with annoyance. He then brought all his hair back, so that his face was clean from all obstacles. Mishall then pointed to his own face. "What kind of descent do I look like?"

Chandra focused on looking at Mishall for a few seconds, then dropped down a little. Only up to the shoulder, because the girl only uses a spaghetti-styled black tank top.

"Hm .. rada bule, huh?" Chandra hesitated to guess.

"Sir Chandra knows Mama's with my Papa, right? What's their face, right?"

Chandra nodded twice. He knew Papa Mishall, because of a former minister who had become famous on the day of his death. While his mother, because Chandra met several times, he became aware of his physique.

"According to Mr Chandra, do I look like one of them?"

Chandra frowned, then hesitantly shook his head slowly.

Mishall took a deep breath, then exhaled a huff. "Well!" He smiled wryly. "I now understand why Mama treated me half-heartedly as a child." He looked down at Chandra, then continued, "The fruit fell not far from the tree. Believe, no? I turned out to be Papa's illegitimate son and the woman he worked with as I used to ... and because of that damn woman—" Mishall seemed so hateful that he tightened his teeth, "I got caught and insulted by my friends. I hate that woman. Same Papa. Same Mama. I hate everyone!" Mishall hit the table hard until his head jolted forward and his hair covered most of his face. "Sir Chandra knows why I should keep the image of being rich?"

Chandra shook her head slowly.

"Because no one wants to hold on and care about me, sir, if I don't do that. It's pathetic, isn't it?"

Chandra shifted her chair slightly to be able to reduce the distance between them. He helped bring Mishall's long hair behind her back to make things right.

"But I would love to deket and care about you, no matter what your circumstances." Chandra said with her gentle tone. "I know you inside out, and I want to stay close and accompany you, Mishall. So, stop, huh? Stop filling everyone else's tastes just for the sake of being close to them. Stop being the person that others like. Stopit! It makes others happy, but it tortures you. Stop over. Because I'm here accept you for who you are."

And, Chandra was too busy persuading the girl. Until he forgot about every movement and movement of the hands on his watch.

Time was running out, but he still did not move from where he was sitting.

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...Mishall Afifa...

...Chandramawa Ahtar's...