My students Canduku
Chapter 18

A barrage of knocks on the door leaf, always preventing Chandra from quieting down quietly. In addition to Mishall, Tristan is also very fond of disturbing his peace of mind.

"Woe, dog! You two if just a passenger nge-s*x, do it in people's homes, anjir! Wake up on! Door's not locked, shucks! I'm coming in, right!"

Tristan's grunts are very easy to provoke emotions. Before Shila got up to attack, Chandra took off her shoes first, threw them at the door, which then got a follow-up from the homeowner.

"The ant! Anjir! I'm using people's houses, no more manners! I'm both driving out of the house! Cepetan out, or I open the door!" Tristan played up his threat by twirling the doorknob. "Gue give me 10 minutes, if not out too, I .. actually will open the door, and let my housekeeper watch you two!"

After that, a jolt of Tristan's sandals was heard away from the room door. Shila got up from her lying position, to put on her clothes as quickly as possible.

"Why?" shila asked, as she was still busy inspecting some of her clothes, before being passed to the head. "You don't usually get out of control like that." He also squinted curious eyes.

Chandra leaves the pillow. Rubbed his nape roughly, as he found himself perplexed giving an excuse. It is unlikely that he is honest, that he is influenced by Mishall's doubts about Chandra's feelings, so he immediately wants to prove that he really loves Shila, not because of his wealth.

However, that was the crazy answer, and it would probably be Chandra's last sentence before Shila was killed, if he dared to say that.

"Chandra .. I can't cover my clothes." Shila's complaint immediately diverted Chandra's chaotic thoughts.

This woman is right. Shila's top piece of clothing forms a V-neck, while Chandra marks her possession over her chest, right in the middle of Shila's skin.

"I didn't bring foundation or powder here to cover up" Shila continued.

"Not to be closed." Chandra made a quiet suggestion. He approached, and rubbed the red marks he had left behind. "Let everyone know that I love you."

"But ... so timid ...."

"Since when does my wife care about other people's judgments, hm? Do not listen to the words of people. It's my ownership sign in you."

Shila was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily. He stood on his knees, approached Chandra, to suck the man's neck with a few bites. Not sure how strong, but when he saw the pink lips Shila was decorated with red liquid when away, and the pain in the former Shila kissed Chandra earlier; already told the man, it was, that his skin was now open and bleeding.

"Not too bad." Shila smiled without feeling guilty when rubbing her bite marks. "It's perfect" whispered low.

Although the ritual of giving kissmarks is over, Shila is still reluctant to release her hand from Chandra's shoulder. The athletic body of her husband, who was half sweaty after their activities, was too difficult to leave. Shila smiled wider and wider, with her head slightly tilted to the side.

"You're jealous of Arfan?" shila asked, suddenly.

"Arenfan?" Chandra was confused for a moment. He almost forgot about the problem. Soon, Chandra finds out the exact reason why he dragged Shila to this place. "Obviously, I'm jealous of him. You are not usually the same guy other than me as Mr. Anwar. In fact, your Papa friends, you are not as quick as your interaction with Arfan earlier."

"I don't know ...." Shila looked bright. "Continue talking to him." Shila stopped glaring, and looked straight at Chandra with her faint smile. "But I'll be far away from him, if that'll catch you. I ... will not deket same guy again like earlier. But .. I like it anyway, this possessive nature of yours."

Shila's low voice, her gaze, and the woman's smile seemed to give her own hypnotism, until Chandra could only stay still in place as her wife advanced the face to kiss her again for today. However, the meeting of their lips could not last long because the door of the room was suddenly opened. Making Chandra almost cursing, but soon snuffed when he found out that the one in the doorway was a woman with long hair tied low. Despite wearing a black mask, Chandra quickly recognized the woman who was looking down.

Mishalls.

"sorry. Mr. Tristan calls you, and your wife to the courtyard."

Chandra was still lazing around, when Shila had gotten out of bed while tidying up her clothes. He looked straight at Mishall, who was still standing in the doorway. Using the opportunity of a few seconds as Shila let her guard down and Mishall looked up, Chandra threw a triumphant smile.

That what Mishall suspected to him, is not true.

Chandra just wanted to break the crazy charge of treasure that Mishall said earlier, but.

The woman's eyes were reddened, with the fluid pooling ready to fall, and. A drop of liquid escaped Mishall's eyes, which were lucky to be absorbed by the mask so that Shila did not have time to see it.

As Mishall moved away from the doorway, Chandra straightened her back in a huff. Gurgle his saliva roughly, then once again cursing in the heart.

Because the woman—once again—makes Chandra riled about the purpose of tears earlier.

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Unfortunately, Chandra's confusion about Mishall's attitude lasted until the next day. Wrenched his sleep last night, so Chandra can only be closed for less than four hours.

The man prepared earlier than usual. After putting on the uniform, along with that Shila also woke up from her sleep.

"You want to go now?" Shila asked in confusion, glancing towards the digital clock above the nightstand. "It's not even six in the morning, Chandra!"

"It's Monday, honey." To quell his wife's protest, Chandra gets closer to the bed, kissing Shila for a bit. "I can't be late to be a role model."

Shila snorted lightly. He shifted his position, still holding Chandra's arm to stay seated next to him. He opened the drawer, to get the medicine box out of there. Shila was very good at opening it with just one hand, and managed to pull out a plaster wound. He only needs to bite the packaging to be able to open still with one hand. Only then, when he was about to attach the leather-colored object, Shila released her grip from Chandra.

"Your disciples obviously can't see this" whispered Shila.

When he finished, he patted Chandra's shoulder first, then retreated. Her hands were on her lap, with a gentle smile still on her lips.

"Thank you" Chandra replied, and as if not enough, she took the time to kiss Shila on the forehead before getting out of bed.

"Don't forget breakfast, okay? Or, if breakfast is not ready, at least bring supplies!" shila's message was immediately confirmed by Chandra before leaving the room.

The man was busy with a cell phone in his hand, opened Mishall's contacts, and without a doubt sent the woman a message.

Chandramawa Ahtar^^^^^

^^^I went to your house.^^^

^^^ Don't go anywhere.^^^

Not at all intent on permission, Chandra instead gave a firm word. He stopped by for a while to the kitchen, just like Shila ordered. In order not to waste more time because Bi Ana even wants to cook, so Chandra chose to bring fruits in plastic bags as breakfast supplies later. He also advised, to tell this to Shila, so that his wife does not worry.

After that, it's time to slide on his motorbike to the Mishall residence. At exactly six in the morning, Chandra had parked his bike in the yard. That, made the door of Mishall's house open immediately, and out came his mother who looked strangely at the existence of Chandra, though, still seemed reluctant.

"Mishall is there, Mom? I have to make sure he is not late today, and the next few days, until he gets used to leaving in the morning," Chandra said, giving an alibi, so that the uncomfortable look of the old woman was instantly gone.

"Inside, sir. Haven't showered. My throat hurt so much that she woke up early, but."

Chandra was reluctant to care about the old woman's complaint. He rushed to excuse himself, about to enter, but was prevented by questions from Mishall's mother.

"Sir Chandra this .. is married?"

Stop for a moment, to follow the direction of this old woman's gaze fixed on her ring finger. He was without burden, nodding assentingly.

"Then, I am calm that my son is being watched by Mr. Chandra. Yesterday, rada was anxious. His name is also yes .. girls are the same as men, if the frequency of deket, fear. But since Mr. Chandra is married, shouldn't he?"

Chandra smiled faintly, then gave the woman a perfunctory nod. Easily, Chandra finds Mishall's room, but upon tapping a few times, there is no answer. However, there was the sound of water taps coming from the direction of the kitchen, which was adjacent to the bathroom, so, Chandra headed there.

He found the back door open. Ignoring the bathroom door she was just about to knock, Chandra continued to step out of the house through the back door. Then found Mishall sitting glaringly on a long wooden chair.

"Aren't you ready?"

Mishall turned his head for a moment to hear the question. He looked back blankly ahead. The more Chandra approached, he then found that this woman was carrying scissors in her hand. Soon, Chandra seized the object because in his mind immediately appeared the shadow of Shila who likes to scratch the skin with scissors.

"Why did you bring scissors here?" ask Chandra annoyed.

"Sir Chandra here .. why come here so early in the morning?"

"Make sure you're not late. I would have to do this for 90 days of school, so that later it could become a habit of you leaving in the morning."

Mishall snorted amusedly. Without a cue, he snatched the scissors from Chandra's hand, and aimed at her hair.

"Males is hiding from his wife Mr. Chandra" Mishall said. Without burden, directly cut his back hair that is below to the front randomly, until the length is only limited to the chest.

"If I look, the video is not too bright. My face that you highlight more often. Supposedly, you are not too familiar with Shila, let alone you also wear makeup menor that night." Chandra was uncomfortable with this woman's attitude, so, immediately snatched the scissors again, and hid behind her back. "No need to believe it. There, prepare. I leave in the morning, same as me. If at school it will still be quiet, I deliver to the yard. If it's noon, I can just anter up near the gate."

"Not to be so good. Troubled students are not just me, sir. Take care of them, rather than me."

"I take care of you all equally." Chandra gulped after saying that.

In fact, he only called the disciple's parents if there was a problem. However, this one woman ... Chandra doesn't know. It could be that he was bothering himself to help Mishall to this day.

"Why did you cut your hair?" ask Chandra. He put himself behind Mishall. Gently comb the tanned hair of this woman, to the back of the back. "I'm like a broken heart."

"My hair is heavy" replied Mishall. "The burden in my head is heavier."

"So much?" Not indifferent to Mishall's answer, Chandra lays out the limits of the hair he offers to cut; slightly above Mishall's former cutout with the intention to tidy up.

"Look this." Mishall put a limit on his shoulders.

"Related?"

"What I'm not sure about is that, just his good attitude, Mr. Chandra, is suspicious."

"What do you say?"

Mishall rotated his eyeballs as he began to feel the cold part of the scissors touch his skin. Chandra started cutting her hair, and it triggered several times their skin intersected. And ... this is wrong.

Mishall's skin must be wrong, because he immediately got goosebumps because of that simple thing. Mishall carried his hand to his lap, having trouble calming down his tense self. Inwardly, keep praying that this activity will end soon, and Chandra can get straight away from it. Damn, it takes a few minutes, which feels like hours. Mishall's stiff neck could finally be moved when he felt a pat on his shoulder, then heard Chandra's speech.

"Lumayan was also my first work."

Mishall touched her hair. It was longer than he had ordered. Before filing a protest, Chandra had already cut his speech.

"Let's go back to the salon. Weekends, you should be off work, right?"

Mishall doesn't care. He stood up from his chair. Not only was he cold, he also pulled the scissors from Chandra's hand forcibly.

"Do you want to take a walk on Sunday?"

Mishall stopped stepping, hearing Chandra's offer. For a moment, the thump in his chest strengthened, but soon he calmed it back to normal, as Mishall planted the facts for himself.

That the man was married.

That Mishall found fear when approaching Chandra, because of the trauma of what his mother did, which could have had a bad impact on Mishall's life today.

So, he firmly shook his head. Get into the house, and close the back door violently.

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