My students Canduku
Chapter 20
Chandramawa Ahtar^^^^^
^^^Honey, I'm going to Tristan's house first, yeah. It's about half an hour. ^^^
There was no reply from the message, but Chandra had put the phone in his pocket. Gets a little, to see the woman standing on the side of the motorbike he is riding now.
"Come, up! I'm taking you to Tristan's house." Chandra wears his helmet, while Mishall also prepares to get on the bike.
The woman expressed her readiness by holding Chandra's shoulder. Almost the same with the click of the helmet. The man ducked, so that his hands could reach the motor control. Engine ignited. Mishall took the time to look back first, before the motor began to move leaving under the tree where the two met after this school; so as not to arouse suspicion, so as not to cause suspicion, it should not be too close to the distance of the school.
Mishall focused his gaze on his fingers on Chandra's shoulders. Occasionally give a squeeze when he feels the speed of the motor is added. Bravely try to lower one of his hands to his back, then to Chandra's waist and hold on to the man's black jacket. However, when he noticed that the motor was slowing down, and Chandra turned his head slightly for a few seconds—Mishall understood. The man did not like his actions. That this married man forbade him to approach more. That the truth is, Mishall is slowly wanting to surpass the limits of their current status.
So, the clasped fingers are re-attached to Chandra's shoulders. Mishall exhaled, in order to unite with the strong wind coming from the opposite direction. Time seems longer this time, for whatever reason. Mishall was busy with his logical mind at the moment, and Chandra focused on the streets.
Until the motor stopped in Tristan's yard, Mishall immediately went down without waiting for the engine to turn off.
"Thank you, sir."
The woman immediately rotates the body after saying that, in order to limit all interactions special trigger rebar for the man. However, he was only allowed to step once, then came to a halt, when Chandra's call sounded.
"Why don't you come over to your house to change clothes for a while? I can still drive you to your house, keep coming here."
"Males, sir."
Lazy because he's getting harder and harder pressing that fucking pound on his left chest. Lazy, because the longer they are in close proximity, Mishall is haunted by the bad facts about their status, while it feels increasingly difficult to stem. However, he clearly could not express that laziness.
Mishall once again took a rough breath. He remained silent for a while, until he received no reply from Chandra. He left the man with his head bowed deeply.
Chandra does not move immediately, although the heat of the sun is very stinging this afternoon. His forehead shriveled deeply, feeling the strangeness of the atmosphere this time. Feels a little bit.
However, Chandra realized. That the girl in the high school uniform was much more complicated to read than Shila. So, he did not try too much effort to guess. Straight away from the yard of the house, to return to Shila's house.
Though ... he wants to invite Mishall to skip work today.
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The sound of the roar of the motor weakened even more after entering the gate of the house, then stopped perfectly when he arrived in the front yard, and then stopped completely, where the shadow of the high house was managed to give space for the motor shade from the sunlight.
Opening the helmet, the first thing Chandra does is comb the hair up. Easy to do, with the help of sweat that soaks his head. He got off the bike after pulling the key. The man ran up the stairs, but his legs were suddenly glued to the terrace when he realized that the chair under the tree next to the house was filled. Not only by Shila herself, but she was accompanied by a woman who at first glance seemed familiar. Certainly, not Bi Ana, because the maid would obviously never be allowed to sit parallel to Shila.
Curiosity prompted Chandra to tread carefully, until he arrived at the edge of the terrace. He got a wave from Shila, along with a sweet smile from the woman. However, Chandra could not reply because of the sudden blank thought, when he could clearly see the face that was with Shila there.
That ... Mishall's mother?
Unknowingly, the man gulped violently in a gulp from being aware of that fact. He was in a dilemma for a while; between running so that the old woman was unaware of his existence so there was no need to bring up the proximity of Chandra and Mishall, or ... he approached to make sure that the woman did not discuss anything that could have triggered Shila's suspicions regarding Chandra and her students.
However, none of the two choices were taken Chandra. Both are at risk, that the old woman could have said the no-no. So, Chandra chooses to pull out her phone, sending a message to Shila. Making the reason that Chandra wants to eat the wife's cooking, so that Shila does not need to feel suspicious. Lucky to be siding with Chandra when he sees Shila walking towards him. Still with a faint smile, which seemed to shine as the woman walked under the scorching sun. However, Chandra still did not reduce his level of vigilance. Who could have guessed that behind that smile, there was a bloody surprise from the wife?
Shila quickened her pace towards Chandra, even directly hugging his arm. Twisted Chandra's body to immediately turn his back on the tree, then half dragged into the house.
"Jeez, thank you, Chandra. You can free me from that woman. What a hell, half an hour of crying out to me, that's totally useless" Shila complained, as she stopped walking, as Chandra closed the door.
Hearing that, Chandra's breath gushed in relief. He could calmly smile at his wife, grabbing Shila's waist so they could step in line.
"Who is he?" ask Chandra, to find out how much Mishall's mother's threat to her marriage.
"He was Mom-Papa. Her husband is a board member What— I forgot, because it doesn't matter much. Then, she confided, her husband died after a corruption case." Shila kneaded her temple with her fingers, showing how full her head was at the moment. "Think I'm a dumpster of what thoughts? As long as it comes, does not ngabarin, directly confide in all sorts of things that are not important, make me sick!"
Chandra snorts amusedly. He raised his hand from Shila's waist, to the woman's shoulder in order to wipe her, hoping to calm Shila down for a moment.
"What did he say? You can dump the contents of the curse on me."
"No need to talk about it." Shila shook her hands in front of her face, which instantly made Chandra a little lethargic, as she could not figure out the slightest reason why Mishall's mother had come here. However, he immediately fixed his expression as he got Shila's face looking up for the sake of seeing her directly. "Want me to make some food? Coincidentally, I want to practice my knife-holding skill."
Why is Shila talking about knives all of a sudden? It's just about food, which often doesn't even need to use sharp objects. This triggers Chandra's curiosity to get bigger, and she thinks she won't be able to calm herself down before knowing Mishall's mother's intention to come here.
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Chandra's body was still dripping used water to clean the body when she came out of the bathroom. His body was still wrapped around one of the towels, while another towel was used to dry the hair. He immediately snatched his phone from his uniform, then sent a message to Mishall.
Chandramawa Ahtar^^^^^
^^^Your mother went to Shila's house. Whynot?^^^
The man could barely remove the phone while waiting for a reply. Panic, and impatient. She could not waste too much time; her time in the bathroom was very short, due to the fear that Shila would finish her cooking more quickly, before Chandra could get a reply from Mishall.
Then, a clink of an incoming message phone made the man exhale a sigh of relief. Chandra immediately checked the message.
Mishall Afifah
Where do I know. I'm working again.
The man combed his hair roughly using his fingers, until splashes of water flew everywhere. He placed his towel on his shoulder, so he could type with both hands.
Chandramawa Ahtar^^^^^
^^^I'm not messing around right now, Mishall. Mama you met my wife, what did you do? I don't want to know, you have to find out why your mother came here earlier. ^^^
The 'tap' sound from her finger and the phone screen is heard clearly when Chandra presses the send button. He closed his eyes tightly, then immediately corrected his attitude when he found the sound of steps approaching the door. Chandra reinserted her phone into a uniform pocket. He normalizes posture by facing the mirror, while rubbing the face.
"There's a locker room, make a body. Why should it be in the room, Chandra?" The cold question made Chandra turn his head for a moment, finding Shila putting on a saturated expression on the doorway with her hand still holding the handle.
"S—sorry, Darling. You see, I thought you were in the room, so I hurried out." The lie no matter how many times, said Chandra smoothly. He smiled faintly, before moving into the dressing room.
Shila's anger earlier, nothing compared to her anger when she learned of Chandra and Mishall's proximity. Although the man was firm in his stance, only limited to students and teachers, still. Especially with the fact that the sender of the video is not yet known.
Focusing on the full-body mirror in front, Chandra also seems to focus his mind on three main goals now; finding out the perpetrator of the video, preventing Mishall's mother from reporting strange things, which is very strange, and make sure that Mishall really has changed.
If all three materialize ... he promises, will let go of this teacher-student relationship.
Then refocus on Shila .. like before the fucking night.
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