My students Canduku
Chapter 19

If yesterday Mishall's mother could understand Chandra's presence on school days, then on this Sunday, she could not hide her uncomfortable look since Chandra got off the bike.

"Sunday, still have to watch Mishall, Mr Chandra?" ask the woman, even ignoring the greeting from Chandra.

Chandra stops briefly on the porch of the house. Smiling understand.

"Yes, Mom. Sorry before, but ... Mishall has indeed exceeded the limits of minors. I have to make sure that he doesn't go back to his old job."

"Must Mr Chandra go straight to it, who's watching?"

"Mother can't even go against Mishall's words, how can I give this task to Mother?" reply Chandra, telak. However, his expression remained calm with a smile on his lips.

Not that Chandra did not know, the woman actually wanted to hire Mishall to meet their needs, but still maintain a good maternal image on him. Ck. Chandra suddenly felt furious at mom like this.

The woman clearly showed a stark dislike of Chandra's words, but the corner of her lips was forcibly lifted.

"Please come in, sir." He invited, while sitting in a chair. "As at home," he continued with great emphasis as if to allude to the actions of Chandra who unreservedly explored the entire house before being invited.

"Thank you." Chandra doesn't care much. He stepped in, passed through the door, and went straight to the door of Mishall's room to knock several times.

The door opened, featuring Mishall wearing a sweatshirt with a dark blue denim jacket, as well as pants with the same material. There was one thing that made Chandra a little surprised. Her hair.

"Cock can spout the length?" ask Chandra. He grabbed a pinch of Mishall's hair, to make sure. In fact, yesterday was still short, because of the plan, today they are going to the salon to fix his haircut.

"Pakistan doesn't like my hair short." Mishall patted Chandra's hand roughly from her hair. "Therefore, yesterday Mr. Tristan I made a hair connection."

Chandra snorted, looking annoyed. His hands were on his waist, to clarify his annoyance. "So, if you ask Tristan, do you fill it?"

Mishall shrugged his shoulders once. "Hm. He's my boss."

"That's why, I don't like you the most with him. Don't get a baper, he's a playboy. Just a female mainin, keep throwing it away. He doesn't like to be tied to anyone" Chandra said. He did not need a reply in the form of enrichment or rejection of his explanation, and immediately grabbed Mishall's hand to be grasped gently, pulled out of the house.

"Where are you going?" mishall's mother asked, with eyes squinting suspiciously. "Didn't he just want to watch Mishall, Mr Chandra?"

"I need to find him a useful activity, so as not to return to his old job."

"Must be like that, Mr Chandra?" The old woman was more challenging, while glancing at Mishall's arm that was still held by Chandra.

"Should it be like this, unless Mommy herself would support Mishall to change? But I say clearly, give orders, give me a ban -— - it does not support his name. If Mom's business is just two things, I can do it at school. I have to work, so Mishall doesn't sell himself anymore. Mom should give him a new hobby, should find him good friends, and always meticulously keep an eye on wherever he goes, and with anyone. Can, Mother?"

There was no more reply after Chandra gave his long explanation, so he thought that Mishall's mother had finished refuting. He gently dragged Mishall's hand to follow in his footsteps, toward the motorbike parked in the yard.

Chandra gives Mishall one of his helmets first, and then wears another for himself. The motor is turned on, leaving Mishall's yard.

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After Mishall got up from his chair half an hour ago to tidy up the haircut yesterday, Chandra also stood up from his bench. He reached out his hand, which the woman immediately reached.

"This is good, you look different." Chandra half praised. "If for example Tristan is still insistent like you who use long hair, you can use that again, your hair connect you. But, if everyday, like this, yes? Let's just accidentally meet Shila, you don't know too soon."

"Okay, sir."

"Where are you going?"

"Emang Mr Chandra will not be sought after by your wife?"

"No. He went to his papa house again. Likely, home's the night."

Mishall nodded, slightly looking down to leave Chandra's face. He looked up, looking forward.

"Kok .. I'm like Mr. Chandra's mistress?"

Chandra snorted first hearing that. They had already exited the salon area, about to head to the parking lot beside the building.

"I, the same seven derivatives up, no one likes cheating, Mishall. Moreover, Shila was nothing less. She's beautiful, more than you. Slim. Faithful too. Why should I cheat? In fact, if indeed I have to cheat, I will not choose a minor like you." Proudly, Chandra explained. "By the way, yesterday you were twice pretentious about my feelings." Chandra stopped stepping because he had arrived next to his bike. "Why would you think that?" tanyanya, demanding. Honestly, he was very uncomfortable with Mishall's remarks yesterday, while in the hospital, and that at Tristan's house.

Mishall shrugged both of his shoulders, indifferent. "Cuman just took it. You see, my crazy wife, why is she still holding on?"

"If you fall in love later, you will not care about the bad circumstances of the people you love" replied Chandra. He got on his bike first, before asking questions. "You want to go to the mall? I treat."

"Come, Sir!" Mishall was so enthusiastic on the bike, with a big smile.

"But there are terms and conditions" Chandra said. "I only pay if you buy a book, it's also the book must be about the torture of the grave."

"Sir Chandra never punched a student, did he?"

"Not yet, but you—"

Mishall's fist had already landed on Chandra's back before the man finished his speech. Instead of being angry, the man lightly opened his mouth, then continued speaking.

"—Bakalan was the first student to hit me."

"Meet Mr. Chandra has been a torture of the world for me. No need to read the tomb again, "reply Mishall.

"Times, anyway?" Chandra hesitates, but he doesn't need Mishall's answer. "Ke gramed, that's my lunch, huh?"

Chandra makes an offer, but he doesn't even listen to Mishall's advice. After Mishall wore a helmet, the motorbike immediately moved to leave the salon grounds.

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Chandra seems to have trouble picking a book. His fingers passed the book cover titles, but just touched them, then moved to another shelf. While Mishall, choosing the origin, then taken wherever Chandra went.

"Sir Chandra is looking for what book?" ask Mishall. He positioned himself facing the shelf, while occasionally stealing glances at his teacher. "Torture the grave, huh?"

"You alone will torment the grave" replied Chandra. "That's a book for you. I just want to add Shila's book collection, but .. I think almost all books that fit her, already in the library."

"Pak Chandra ... crazy about yes, same wife Father? What are the advantages?"

"Seriously, you ask that again, Mishall? That was, not enough of my explanation?" Chandra glanced at the woman for a moment. He pulled out a book for him to read at a glance, then pulled another one to compare its contents. "Shila is intelligent, despite her difficult emotional control. She was beautiful, and I almost never found a woman more beautiful than her. He cares, even if it looks bad. She's perfect."

"But crazy" said Mishall, who was the same as before in the salon; disliked when Chandra praised his wife. However, this woman herself continued to fish.

Chandra faces Mishall perfectly, with a stark lazy face. The woman immediately raised the book in her hand to hide half of her face, in hopes of being able to avoid the man's rampage.

"Is there a book? Come on, lunch!" take Chandra, as if not paying attention to Mishall's attitude earlier. He picked up a novel and took it with him. Predating Mishall. They paid for the book, then left the place, headed for the restaurant.

"But, sir," said Mishall, as he tried to align his steps with Chandra's. "It would be very hypocritical if you think there is no one more beautiful than your wife? His face is ordinary. Now, a lot of crazy girls who are really cute—"

"Yes .. not just me being crossbred, sir."

"But the crossbred woman I know is just you."

"Yes but .. anu—"

Chandra flicked his hand at a glance, as if he wanted to leave the chat just now. "What do you want to eat? I treat, but I'm also the cool one, so you don't pesen expensive."

"Not really, sir?"

"You as a man who is treated, why is there no self-conscious? My salary is below yours. Don't wander! Come on!"

Chandra pulls Mishall's hand easily without needing to turn around to figure out the woman's position. Immediately dragged, following his steps.

The man was actually the one ordering the food, while Mishall just needed to sit quietly watching around. A hint of unrest appeared on his face, then lowered his head to pull the phone out of the bag.

"Why?" ask Chandra after coming. He sat opposite Mishall, resting his back comfortably on the chair.

"No. Cumans ...." Mishall hangs his words, while twirling his phone. "In a moment, the release of this brand's phone, but .. my money is not enough."

"Get because of that?"

"Get because of that?" Mishall imitates Chandra's speech with a lazy tone. "Yes, sir. My image can be damaged if it misses the trend!"

"OKAY. I have a solution to your problem." Chandra advanced her body, with her arms on the table. He looked so seriously at Mishall, luring the woman in front of him to do the same.

"What, Sir?"

"I will teach you to get used to living poor!"

"Mr ...."

"Don't protest." Chandra flicked the front hand of his face. "It's free, really. I taught you to live a frugal, disciplined, and character that was .. expensive." Chandra closed her words with a sweet, reassuring smile.

"Kayak .. futile last one, sir. Even though I am in the future, I cannot close myself yesterday. I am not a virgin, I'm—"

"Shh!" Chandra sizzled softly, which Mishall's sensitive ears could hear when they were in the crowd, and it instantly hypnotized Mishall into not blinking when he saw the man in front of him. "It's useless if you don't want to change. If you change for the better .. You can be valuable. Please ... hymen only thin female skin. Although yes ... it also entered the evidence of the woman's care on herself, but. What makes the future bright is character, not hymen. Especially the wedding later. You want to be a virgin or not, but your character is bad."

"Mr ...." Mishall either heard or did not advise his teacher, as he really did not blink to wet his own eyes at this time. "Sir Chandra has a duplicate in this world?"

Chandra thinned her smile. "It doesn't have to be my duplicate. There are still many men who accept women because of their character, and can ignore the past of the woman."

Mishall was still stuck on his feelings, until the waiter came to deliver Chandra's ordered food; two plates of pasta, and two glasses of lemon tea.

"You don't mind the food, do you?"

Mishall did not reply as he lowered his head pulling the plate slightly in front of him. Just need to shake his head, so Chandra doesn't feel guilty.

"Related?" Chandra was curious, because suddenly, Mishall's active nature disappeared. He even had to lower his face in order to see the woman's expression.

"I love it" Mishall replied in the end.

Chandra started devouring his food, while Mishall was still twirling the fork on the plate. Sometimes lifting a fork, just looking at the texture of the paste in front of him. He gulped roughly, then lowered the fork to see Chandra without obstructions.

"Sir Chandra's gonna bring me home, right?"

Chandra nodded.

"You'll stop by for a second, won't you?"

The man stared strangely, shown with his slightly narrowed eyes puzzled. He did not answer immediately, but waited for Mishall to continue his speech.

The woman smiled.The terrible thing in Chandra's eyes, which made Chandra have to rewind his back to stick to the chair.  Chandra's level of vigilance increased as Mishall continued.

"Ramyeon meokgo gallae?"

The book from the table immediately hit Mishall's head, causing the woman to complain of pain, while the abuser: Chandra, seems innocent.

"New too! I just gave advice too! Also new, Mishall! We haven't left the chair yet, you've been knocked out again!" chandra snapped, with a suppressed voice so as not to provoke the attention of the people. Meanwhile, his hands clenched—trembling, and his legs swayed quickly.

"Yes .. where do I know Mr. Chandra knows what that means."

"Udah, eat! Abis is home. You take a nap, or wash your clothes. Tomorrow's school." Chandra immediately switched the chat. It forces things back to the way they were before.

Although, it's hard. Chandra had trouble denying .. that he was trembling because of this intention of the woman in front of him.

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