My students Canduku
Chapter 16

Rashila Ghana :

Bad day. I was forced to come to Om Ergan's house because I wasn't on his show yesterday. Sorry, I can't pick it up now. But, Anwar again there, really. You sit around, while you wait. He just finished taking me to Om Ergan's house.

The message from Shila was responded with a knotty smile by Chandra. He immediately searched for a nearby tree to shelter from the heat of the sun, then replied to the wife's message.

Chandramawa Ahtar ^^^^

^^^No papa. I can sit under a tree. It's pretty cold here. ^^^

Not enough, he also sent a selfie so that the wife believes.

Rashila Ghana :

Sorry, make you wait. It must not be good to wait, huh?

Chandramawa Ahtar ^^^^

^^^No papa, dear:)^^^

Chandra smiled even more, as Shila so quickly replied to her message.

Rashila Ghana :

Later, if it is completely healed, you can ride the bike again.

But, get home on time, okay?

I'm worried about you.

Chandramawa Ahtar ^^^^

^^^Okay. I will do whatever you want;)^^

The online status under the name 'Rashila Ghana' disappeared. He assumed that his wife was busy, so Chandra could also put his phone in his pocket. The briefcase he was carrying, was placed beside his feet, while he himself rested his back on the trunk of the tree.

Deliberately came out faster, and had no intention of waiting in his own room, as he needed to monitor all of his students. Especially that girl. A little disappointed, because what Chandra was afraid of actually happened. It all feels futile. His business ... until it must be stabbed Shila .. everything is up.

Chandra intends to mourn Mishall, for all that befell him who even wasted the woman. However, he found himself increasingly upset when in front of the gate, stopped a black Maserati GranCabrio car that he very much recognized.

Tristan Cars.

Too curious as to what his son of a bitch is doing here, Chandra immediately takes her briefcase outside the school gates.

However, less than a few meters away from the car, he stopped his steps. When his body was passed by Mishall who ran happily approached Tristan. In fact, it was so familiar to her best friend that, while Chandra knew, they had absolutely no relationship whatsoever.

Or, Mishall is now the personal 'servant' of the son of the sultan? Chandra grieves in the heart. Matching the red mark on Mishall's pure white skin, he knew very well, the Tristan player loved to leave a mark on the woman he was dating.

Now, what should Chandra do? Turn around, or continue the step?

Continuing the journey is not a wise choice. It would seem very obvious he was approaching Mishall personally, so Chandra turned around. Want to wait on the terrace instead of the yard. However, once again, his move was interrupted by a call.

"Chandra, lo songong so abi meet the angel of death!" tristan.

Chandra's best friend was too rich, but to buy a book that studied adab alone, he could not. This is school, damn it! Chandra as a teacher who must maintain charisma, immediately flushed. He turned again, to approach his friend.

"You call, at least know the place, Tristan. I'm in school now!" chandra said when she had faced the problem.

"Godly, seriously so must I-you. Usually also come out with harsh words," hardened Tristan. "Really, right, Mishall?"

The one asked instead blinked in confusion, then nodded stiffly. His lips were forced to smile at Chandra who was looking at him cynically.

"Where are you taking him?" Overwhelmed with responsibility, Chandra is already dealing with these two humans now. So, just ask.

Chandra occasionally looked around. Must be careful to talk, because the students are still passing by because they go home from school.

"Follow me. I'm hiring him now."

"Tris!" Chandra called out in frustration at his best friend's answer. "He ... still .. 16 years old! You can't hire minors." Chandra glanced at Mishall, who was glaring due to their discussion. "****. I mean, he can't play with you just yet."

Chandra always forgets, that this woman does not want anyone to know that she works, let alone adult work.

"Lo very much the same attention of the students themselves!" exclaimed Tristan, this time with a small laugh and slowly punching Chandra's shoulder. "Gue can't stay here long, 'cause yeah ... You know, I'm busy." Tristan hesitated as he glanced at the rolex watch on his wrist, then stuffed both hands into his pants pocket. "You want to come with me, let him explain his work?" haggard Tristan, with eyebrows up and down. It was as if he knew Chandra's current dilemma very well, and was happy to play with her.

Chandra turned his head briefly to the right-left of the confusion. However, in the end, he still gave his fortune on Tristan's offer. Before getting into the car, he first told his wife.

Chandramawa Ahtar ^^^^

^^^Honey, I went out with Tristan first, yes. Just take a walk to his new home.^^^

Before the double tick turns blue, Chandra gets in the car, and takes a portrait of herself with Tristan. Mishall was given a signal to pull over. Before sending it, Chandra made sure that no trace of the woman was caught on camera. It was only after passing the sensor that the man sent the photo to Shila.

"This is how you become a husband, Chandra." Tristan beat when he started running his car.

"Naikin roof. Shila's spies are everywhere."

"Ye .. load! Mishall likes the roof open, right?"

Tristan's question was taken plain twice, but then he sat himself down as another gesture for Tristan to fulfill Chandra's wish.

"It's none of your business." Chandra responded fiercely, then enter the phone after permission from Shila he got. "Now, what are you doing, son? That red bruised neck? I swear to you, Tristan. Even if you want to, I don't think so. This is a minor. He doesn't know what he's doing, because he's still an unstable teenager. You're old, why don't you think at all?"

"Wuish, selow, Bro." Tristan put on a contrived look of fear, with his eyes that led to the streets glaring as he glanced at Mishall. "Lo have I ever used it, Shall?"

The woman hesitated. His eyes moved to the left trying to think. Moments like this; wearing a school uniform, confused face, and doubtful expression—this woman looks like a plain girl in general. It was a hundred and eighty degrees different when he was kneeling before the feet of the men. Chandra suddenly shuddered when he remembered that.

"Don't answer that cake, Mishall. I will be directly accused of being unequal .. this lo teacher." Tristan complained.

"No crap, sir." Mishall answered, then scratched his temple. "I've never wanted to be in contact with anyone, sir."

Chandra squinted at the center spy, thinking annoyed; on what basis did the student call Tristan 'Pak'?

"Yee ...." Tristan sneered, but his smile appeared. More like a mockery towards Chandra without the man beside her knowing. "Arfan complains to me, you complain to him that this boy often bothers you during illness." Tristan began to explain, immediately gaining the attention of the man beside her. "Because Arfan is a shackle if asked for help, so yes .. I'm happy to help you secure this child."

The two men were busy calling 'boys' and 'children', while the object of their chat was frowning dislikes in the back seat.

"So, as a person who is separated, help you. During my illness, I gave him a job. Now, he was addicted to my cooperation, so yes .. I really have no reason to refuse because—"

"To the point, Tristan. You tell me what he's doing?" cut Chandra, anxious with the discussion of his best friend who seemed convoluted.

And, it was deliberately done by Tristan, in order to provide testing. He smiled faintly at Chandra's response, but was immediately hidden as the man beside him stared intently.

"She's a maid in my home—"

Tristan's speech is again interrupted when Chandra is choked by his own spit. "Helper?" Chandra called the job with glaring eyes.

Seriously? This prestige woman is a maid?

"Ye .. don't mock, shucks! Gini-gini, Mishall's salary is even bigger than elo."

Shucks. Chandra growled softly at Tristan's menacing answer, but because he liked his current job, Chandra didn't respond much.

"What helper got his neck bruised like that?" ask Chandra, back to the main topic.

"Sometimes, I feel you're the most straight among the others, Chandra. But, perverted as well. Your girl's neck looks at her side. Seamless, huh?"

Chandra tightens his jaw, as a firm gesture that he doesn't like the chatter at the moment.

"He fell down the stairs. His neck is stuck on the stairs. You should also see, the arms are equally bruised knees. Even his head was bleeding yesterday."

"Can't you?" chandra asked, not liking it. He soon turned to Mishall, and began to pass on some of the Mishall body parts that Tristan referred to. The woman rubbed the side of her head, as a sign that it was there yesterday.

Tristan chuckled amusedly at Chandra's response. He thinned his lips, as Chandra pulled the student's hand to examine the bruises.

"Some helpers are jealous, because I treat Mishall special. Therefore, it is common if there is competition to drop each other. They even accused Mishall of my plus-plus waitress, whereas, they themselves knew, the boy had gone home before I returned home. Bego them."

"Lo why buy Mishall until his side?" ask Chandra, while fixing his sitting position. "But Arfan yesterday was a professional pretender when I was begging him."

"Well!" Tristan exclaimed with pleasure. "That question should have been for you. Why did you come here just to make your own student coins?" ask Tristan.

Chandra only realized that this car began to enter the grounds of Tristan's luxury home. He panicked a bit, especially when Tristan started to unbuckle his seat belt, and Mishall himself got out of the car.

"Gue was just ... worried about her." Chandra cleared his throat lightly. "Lo .. don't get anything. Even if she's not a girl anymore, but still .. respect her."

"Wuish, melt, Master!" tristan's reply, followed by his piety. He looked unconcerned, got out of his car immediately, but still had a peek in the car window. "Don't it feel good that Mishall works here? You can ... permission easily same wife you make meet him. You like to see him, don't you?"

Chandra rotates her eyeballs, then gets out of the car. They still interact with each other on the roof of the car.

"Gue wasn't because he liked her." Chandra. "Gue will often come here .. for mastiin he does not lo anything!"

Tristan. His interlocutor looked so serious. Because Tristan knows the answer.

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