My students Canduku
Chapter 17

It's the first Sunday since Mishall worked at Tristan's house; it can be used as an excuse to meet the woman to make sure that Mishall comes to work early in the morning, or even wandering around. However, he had to pass the licensing from his wife first, who was out of nowhere this morning.

Usually, the woman would be in the yard for sports before yesterday's big conflict. However, after her illness relapsed, Shila preferred to shut herself up. Unfortunately, the woman was not in her room, or her favorite place: the library. Chandra's search only comes to fruition when he arrives at the lounge. Finding his wife sitting on the couch, a half-century-old woman is slitting next to a table to massage Shila's feet.

"Bi Ana is back?" chandra asked, just to get the attention of the two women.

Shila only glanced at a glance, then refocused on the book in her hand. While Bi Ana showed off a smile to welcome Chandra.

"Yes, Sir. Ms. Shila was not used to eating food outside for too long. Not guaranteed hygienic."

Chandra approved Bi Ana's speech with a soft nod. He directed his steps toward Shila, then sat on the same sofa as his wife. Her gaze was on Bi Ana, and it took the woman only a few seconds to understand the intent of the expulsion from Chandra. The old woman immediately left, arguing that she wanted to make green tea for Shila.

"Do you need anything?" shila asked, after the door of the room sounded closed after Bi Ana's departure. He folded a piece of paper from the book he was reading, then turned to Chandra.

"N—nt."

Shila seemed to know Chandra's habits so well, that she could easily guess the 'something' that caused the man to come see her here. He placed the book on the table, in order to change its position facing directly on Chandra.

Feeling desperate, Chandra could not look Shila in the eye for a moment. So he had to turn his gaze toward the television that did not turn on first, ventured for a moment, then faced Shila again.

"I was called Tristan to come to his house" replied Chandra. "He was the same other friends at the gathering there, resting again on holiday."

"okay." Shila replied calmly. He stood up from the sofa, while fixing the sepaha skirt he wore to be free from tangles. "Come on!"

"What?" Chandra retorted confusedly, but continued to follow Shila on her feet.

"Let's go with you." Shila made her point clear. "I haven't seen you in a long time either. Still trash and pollution, or is it pretty useful as a human being?"

Worry if it's like this.

Chandra was confused while trying to prevent Shila who was walking ahead of him from leaving the room.

"It's just for guys, honey." Chandra tries to tell, but the woman is out of the room.

Chandra immediately chases after, and manages to hold Shila's hand before going any further. He twisted that slender body easily. Immediately, the panicked expression he had unintentionally displayed, was changed to keep calm. He smiled faintly at Shila, with his hands also actively rubbing the wife's face.

"You don't have to come, do you? This is a boy's association. My friends are uncontrollable, they often talk dirty, rude, and will debate muluu with you."

"So, what's the problem? I can handle everything. Even your friends."

"The problem ...." Chandra is confused, until he has to hiss long while racking his brain to find ideas.

"I'm even more excited to follow up, look at your attitude like this." Shila broke away with two steps back. "I'm coming. Wanna go upstairs to grab a bag with a cell phone first." The woman made a decision immediately.

Chandra now has no reason to prevent it. In fact, the new Bi Ana coming from the kitchen direction could not stop Shila's desire to continue upstairs.

Chandra chose to sit on the living room sofa, to open her phone. Sending a message to Tristan. He could easily predict his friend's reaction, but Tristan was nothing compared to Shila.

Tristan

Asu! You know myself I'm anti bini lo. Anjirs. Don't bring it here. Nay! I want Arfan to BBQ on the page! Your wife was not invited! Take it to the asylum, there!

Chandramawa Ahtar^^^^^

^^^Bodo highly! You're all set. Here I want to go there! Si Mishall, if you come to work today, hide first.^^^

Tristan

Shila know about Mishall? The asw! Excite if that is it! Bring it here, bring it! I want to know Mishall, as the second woman who ever rasain lo manhood.

Chandramawa Ahtar^^^^^

^^^Gue is not kidding!^^^

Tristan

Who's kidding? Bring that bini lo here. I'm the same Arfan, the same Daniel mo make popcorn only if so, let's enjoy watching the drama live.

Chandra immediately regretted his actions telling Tristan. Now, things are getting complicated. He rubbed his face violently first, before Shila again appeared with a small bag.

"Why? Let's go." In contrast to her half-pale husband, Shila instead showed off her thin smile. He hugged Chandra by the arm, in order to match their steps. "Out your bike? I guess I haven't been in your piggy bank for a long time."

"But you're wearing a skirt." Chandra refuted the potluck, while his troubled mind, puzzled looking for a solution to this problem. When he did not hear a reply from Shila, Chandra immediately added another reason. "The air pollution is getting worse, honey. Your skin will be okay. Just take a car, right?"

Shila sighed harshly, but she accepted Chandra's advice. While heating the car, Chandra still continues to give reasons so that his wife does not participate.

"There, it's all guys, Yang. Are you sure you're joining us? The discussion is definitely nothing that suits you. Worse, Tristan can talk about strange things. You know, he's got a sliding brain. I'm afraid .. You incited all sorts of the same her."

"He won't be able to do that" Shila replied casually. He glanced around, not sure what. "Your friend who owns the restaurant, I think I can talk to him." The woman snorted amusedly, while continuing, "Weird kayak, huh? Conglomerate children even like uneducated garbage, while the other one is successful and persistent to start a business from scratch." Shila then turned to Chandra, who the man immediately read as a 'comparing' signal'. "I really hope you'll help me run the company. Let me get away from Papa's confidants. They really can't make me move freely."

"Sorry, Honey. I don't have any business knowledge, and I don't think I have any skills there."

Shila did not answer further, as there was a ring from the phone that required her to open her small bag. Chandra used the opportunity to check his phone, as he also got a message from Tristan.

Tristan

Today should be Mishall's rest, but for your sake, I'm happy to pick up a girl.

Chandra is powerful. He turned his gaze outward, while hissing annoyed.

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Time passes by, and Chandra has parked his car in Tristan's yard. He hesitates a bit after turning off the engine, but Chandra realizes that he has no other choice. The man sighed, then got out of the car to open the door for his wife.

As usual, a cold haughty impression soon emanated from Shila's expression as she circulated her gaze around Tristan's house. Her hands hugged Chandra's arms very gracefully, but it had already given off the impression of possessive possession.

"Come, sweetie." Chandra invites, but his attitude is so vigilant when he starts to step. His head could hardly stand still; he turned to the left to look for the trace of the student who carried the complexity of his life.

However, until they arrive in the yard and find there are only three of his best friends there; Tristan who is having a light debate with Arfan, and Daniel is sleeping on a long sofa—a little relief. Although this event seems relaxed, but for Chandra, the atmosphere is so gripping. He could not escape this tense sensation before making sure that Mishall would not appear in front of his wife.

Shila, without caring about her husband's anxiety, moved by herself to the side of the sofa, throwing her little bag without any burden, until Daniel woke up in confusion.

"Who wakes up, as—"

Immediately, when Daniel looked up, he immediately silenced his own mouth. Shila, who turned her back to the sun, looked so bright that it dazzled Daniel's eyes. While Tristan was wide-eyed to see the DJ not twitching, and Arfan could only snort amusedly; then focus on the meat.

"Lo actually stopped by, Shil? No, I didn't tell from yesterday. My meat stock isn't enough for a dog."

Tristan's outspoken speech was immediately received by Chandra's plotters. First, the man caught up with Shila sitting on the sofa, in anticipation of the attack from the wife, who fortunately, had no sharp objects around. Contrary to Chandra's fear, Shila raised her eyebrows, and smiled thinly as if interested in this conversation.

"Who's the dog, Tristan?" shila asked, still in a controlled relaxed voice, but Chandra was already sweating coldly in the morning sun. The man hesitantly hugged Shila's waist, in order to prevent something bad from happening.

"Yes .. be self-conscious. The attitude of the dog cake so great until the people who deket same master, who?" Tristan flicked his shirt hard, as if feeling proud of himself. Despite being followed by Arfan, the owner of the house does not seem to care.

Shila snorted amusedly, looking down. Chandra tightened her embrace.

"Good idea, Arfan."

Once again, Chandra lost the fast talk. Shila had already given her response, which might be considered a joke by her friends. However, Chandra knew very well, that this woman did not know what was joking, because Shila's eyes were immediately fixed on a large rectangular knife, on the table.

Chandra's fear signal is read by Arfan, who then elbowed Tristan. The owner of the house was still relaxed, but had stopped continuing the meat topic earlier.

"What the hell, on noise?" Daniel who was forcibly kicked off the sofa, and sat down on the grass, chirped in annoyance. His sleepiness was still not gone, but he had no other choice. "Lo's helper seems to have brought a lot of meat, Tris. Yakali you make sure we come here without much stock."

Tristan smiled happily. Then switch to Chandra with a meaningful highlight. "Chandra, you're really new to sit down! Get the meat in the kitchen!"

Chandra is confused. Must release his grip on Shila's waist, or .... However, Tristan blinked one eye, a signal Chandra inexplicably read as code for Mishall's whereabouts. So carefully Chandra let go of her hand, and made sure that Shila was still calmly sitting on the spot when she stood up.

"I'll go to the kitchen first, yeah, honey." Chandra said goodbye, hoping that Shila's focus could shift to her, and could forget about Tristan's topic.

Luckily, Shila seemed calm about Chandra's departure. The man immediately turned around, and headed for the kitchen. She found only one woman in the kitchen; she was wiping the dishes. Chandra directed her steps at the woman without a doubt.

"You work weekends too?" chandra asked just a small talk, as well as to attract the attention of Mishall.

The woman shrugged both of her shoulders indifferently. "It's still less than I paid for my previous job, sir. Sometimes I quit my job."

"But the salary here is decent, loh .. should."

"Indeed, but .. yes ... You will not understand the feelings of teenagers consumptive like me." Mishall felt futile explaining. "Sir Chandra what are you looking for here?"

"Meats."

"In the fridge."

Chandra nodded at Mishall's answer, but he did not move in the direction the woman was referring to. On the contrary, the distance between himself and Mishall was reduced, to attach the Mishall hair to the woman's left shoulder.

"What's wrong with Chandra?" mishall asked, alert, when his hair was goosebumps due to the subtle touch of his teacher.

"You're cheating." Regardless of Mishall's reaction, Chandra continued to examine Mishall's skin at the nape, even pulling his back collar slightly for no reason, and ended up gulping roughly. Chandra took a step back, in order to avoid something strange within her. "I want to make sure Tristan doesn't say anything about you. He is still a free man with no rules. It's not that hard for him to take you to his room."

"I would be happy if that was the case, sir," replied Mishall indifferently, while fixing the position of his clothes that were slightly pulled back earlier. "It could be an additional salary from Mr. Tristan."

"This is what makes me lazy, you work here." Chandra snorts amusedly. "Are you really not able to reflect on the case of your real mama, Mishall? Your cheap attitude can have a bad impact on your future. Your son, maybe? You don't even use safety on your body, just ngandelin security from men. What if the guy is a khilaf, keep ...."

"Yet Mr Chandra first?" Mishall retorted fiercely, along with a glazed glare of his sharp eyes.

Compared to Mishall's reply, Chandra focused more on the girl's face. His eyes could not hide the sadness, and his pink lips trembled though faintly.

Has Chandra been too late to offend the Mishall family? He had just approached to apologize, but Mishall had already lowered his focus on his work.

"Sorry, I don't mean it at all. It's just so you stop being cheap, Mishall. I want you to understand that you are worth it. Honey, if your self-esteem is just bought for money, not love and happiness."

"I don't mean papa, sir. The reality is that; I can sleep with any man, to have money." Mishall glanced back at Chandra, but this time with a fiercely defiant aura. "It seems, not much different from Mr. Chandra who even willingly married the same crazy woman in order to race the wealth of the Father's wife."

Chandra's sympathetic attitude instantly dissipated as he folded both hands in front of the chest. "In addition to the cheap attitude, your pretentious attitude should also be reduced, Mishall." He chapped a little, then left Mishall to get the meat out of the fridge.

Chandra's back in the yard. Just stepping on the lawn, his steps immediately rushed towards the sofa that had been moved under the tree to avoid the hot sun, because there his wife did not sit alone. But with Arfan, while Daniel and Tristan are busy chatting.

After placing the meat in the packaging on the table, Chandra immediately expelled Arfan roughly. If Daniel was sitting with Shila, Chandra wouldn't care, because the DJ could hardly ever connect with his wife. Tristan is almost impossible to be less than 1 meter from his wife, or a war will happen.

However, Arfan? Only that one has been praised several times by Shila, and the possessive side of Chandra doesn't like it.

Shila is his love, and Chandra's. When the man was already sitting on the sofa, Chandra turned his gaze to the kitchen window, and found Mishall standing there with his hands still holding the plate and the rag. It was not the work of the woman that Chandra was focused on, but the smirk of the woman, which seemed challenging, mixed with doubt.

It was as if Mishall was underestimating Chandra's feelings for Shila.

The little boy was just pretentious, according to Chandra. It is impossible that all the accusations that the woman has made are true.

Although, Chandra begins to be haunted by Mishall's remarks, and accidentally grows doubt in his heart.

And, he was made restless by it. Mishall twice offended Chandra to Shila, and always. So, the man has more and more difficulty controlling himself.

"Tristan, your guest room, I pinjem ya?" chandra said, and without waiting for an answer from the owner of the house, she had already pulled Shila's hand to follow her.

Chandra has to prove to the little boy that he really loves his wife, not what Mishall accuses him of.

Although ... when he unites the body with his wife .. there is nothing thrilling but the control of lust.

It was very different when he did it with Mishall.

However, Chandra brushed off. Must pull! That he was pounding in the car that night, out of fear.

Not because of interest.

But ... the man was hesitating.

...How not to fear competition, Arfan is as sweet as this...

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