My students Canduku
Chapter 22

Achy already approaching Chandra's feet, after a few minutes he stood in front of the door of Shila's house with great concern. Occasionally his hand raised to push the doorknob, but every time he touched the cold iron, he suddenly hesitated to bring back his fist to the side of the body.

What surprise did Shila mean? The woman was completely illegible. While Mishall's mother's speech seemed to provide a threat to Chandra. Little hope, that the old woman has not introduced the teenage Mishall to Shila, or .. Chandra's wife will recognize her student.

Rasa nyeri sudah menghampiri leher pria itu akibat ketegangan sejak satu jam yang lalu. Melakukan peregangan otot sembari meyakinkan diri, pria itu malah melangkah mundur ketika pintu rumah tiba-tiba saja dibuka. Sepasang mata bulat menyorot kaget, hampir sama dengan dirinya sekarang ini.

"Your train is coming home late. Just wanted me to samperin to Tristan's house" Shila said shortly after easing her surprised expression. He pursed his thin lips, to make this ferocious female look even more adorable. "Why not go in? Come on!"

Chandra still didn't know what to react to, when he could only turn himself in as his hands were gently grasped, and being pulled by Shila entered the house. His vigilance is still maintained, because the last time this woman behaved as gently as this, Chandra ended up getting a plate throw.

The anxious thump in Chandra's chest grew as he was led to sit on the sofa, facing the television. Really similar when he will be presented with a video spectacle with Mishall. Unasked, the man immediately broke out in cold sweat in place. As Shila was about to leave, Chandra briefly held the woman's hand. Directly got a thin smile without being able to be read from Shila.

"K—kamu ...." Chandra cleared his throat for a short time. Unfortunately, the nervous attitude earlier managed to trigger a curious frown on Shila's face. Immediately, the man corrected his attitude so as not to be suspicious. "Where are you going?" chandra asked, boldly looking straight at the wife.

"Why you?"

Unfortunately, Shila could not ignore Chandra's one-second jitters. He immediately questioned it with suspicion. The man had to rack his brain to work faster to avoid Shila's curiosity. Then, Chandra found cara— by gently pulling Shila's hand just to make the woman lose her balance, then capture her perfectly on the lap. Immediately, the man tightly embraced Shila's waist in order not to move freely.

This woman will definitely go on a rampage if indeed her sweet nature now is just a charade, because Shila hates being used by people who betray her. This is also the best option, to prevent Shila from reaching dangerous objects, while Chandra tries to calm her down.

For a moment, the man made a bet with his heartbeat hardening as he felt that Shila was trying to let go of the embrace. The more the woman dodged, Chandra also tightened his embrace to prevent Shila from exploding.

"Chandra, you stink! Take a shower, go!" pinta Shila, while showing a contorted angry look.

Chandra was still digesting for a while, then released her hand hook on Shila's waist. Shortly after the woman came down from Chandra's lap, the man immediately felt relief until his neck instantly squeezed until he could not support his head. Chandra looked down deeply, for the sake of feeling clearly how the sweat droplets dripped on his temple.

The man was still in the same position, even though he had heard the sound of Shila moving away. For a few minutes, he tried to neutralize his chaotic feelings due to an indirect threat from Mishall's mother, then faced his wife's strange attitude. Only then, the man can convince himself, that now he is still in good condition. In order for this normal state to persist, Chandra must do two things; find the perpetrator of the video, and stop his proximity to Mishall.

Chandra looked straight optimistically as he got up from the sofa. The man headed for the room on the second floor to clean himself up. This time, it was quite a while since it really wanted to cool its head under the shower. Stand still, looking down deep.

He really did not know the meaning of a calm after that night. Now, another added burden is Mishall's mother's statement that seems to be a time bomb for Chandra. The old woman, sooner or later will definitely introduce Mishall to Shila. If Chandra takes action late, then. His complicated story will instantly end with Chandra's death at the hands of his own wife.

The man scratched his hair. Then rubbed his face rough. His eyes had been sore, because several times it was flowed by water droplets, but he was still reluctant to move from where he stands today. Up to two slow taps on the glass door were heard. Chandra looked over in panic, along with his fast-hunting heartbeat. He pecked for a moment, because his brain was suddenly frozen, it was difficult to think well when dealing with the wife.

"Sandra? You're not done yet?"

"B—" Chandra rubbed his face roughly, to reduce the water blocking the view. She turned off the shower and answered. "In a moment, dear."

Not wasting any more time, he picked up a towel to wrap around his waist, then walked out of the bathroom. First, dry the body and dress as fast as lightning on the walk in closet. He still had to dry his hair with a towel, when he came out of the dressing room, and found his wife sitting on the edge of the bed holding a two-story cake. The number one candle on it now had half left, showing how long the fire had been burning, and it had been too long for Shila to wait.

Thinking fast, the man immediately approached. Dropped his knees without calculation on the floor, in front of his wife's feet. He looked up with the best smile on his face as Shila's flat expression also looked at him. Chandra escaped her glance to the writing on the cake. Happy Anniversary, with the distinctive carvings that Chandra memorized on the outside of the head. It's Shila's writing, and this cake might as well have been made by the wife.

However, could Chandra believe the hand that had previously stuck a knife into her stomach in the making of this beautiful cake?

"I guess," said Shila, who immediately caught Chandra's attention. "You don't even want at all if today is February 20," he continued with eyes flushed with clear liquid as a layer.

Chandra gulped roughly. He was too busy thinking about Mishall and his mother to forget this important day. In fact, he had already tortured himself for an hour and a half just because of this sweet 'surprise' of his wife.

Chandra's tense attitude was immediately thawed. He smiled calmly, while gently grasping Shila's hand which held the flat tray where the cake was.

"Try to make a request, honey. Maybe ... It will be a surprise from me for you tonight," said Chandra confidently, not forgetting to blink one eye teasingly.

Shila snorted amusedly. His smile slowly appeared, and the woman tried to hold it, but failed. Instead of staying angry, Shila rotated her eyeballs, then shook her head weakly.

"Impossible," said Shila pessimist. His head was slightly drowned, but Chandra immediately held both cheeks to back up straight.

"Try me first. Close your eyes." Chandra gave direction, with his low voice that was hard to resist by Shila.

The woman finally closed the door, and Chandra followed suit doing the same. One hope that suddenly seeped in Chandra's mind was, want to end all these problems as soon as possible.

Then, when he lifted his eyelids, his wife turned out to have done the same first. Shila's eyes glow so gently when it points directly at Chandra. The man seemed to go back in time, when he first saw this woman, and remembered the main reason why he was bound to this dangerous relationship. It was Shila's eyes that hypnotized her.

"Blow candles. One ... two .. three." Led by Shila who smiled widely until the order of her neat white teeth was seen; both then blew out candles.

In fact, after the fire was extinguished, Shila's bright smile did not fade in the slightest. It read excessively indeed, but Chandra is indeed easy to drop the heart just because of Shila's limited edition smile.

"I .. have a surprise for you tonight." Chandra said, in a quiet whisper. Shila fishing fades a little smile, but still looks radiant with her happy face.

"What?" Shila asked curiously.

Chandra took his hand off Shila's face, to poke the top of his wife's nose. The smile of victory he showed, because he felt that he had replied to his wife's attitude this afternoon.

"Secret," replied Chandra. The next second, he was trapped by his own words.

Chandra didn't prepare anything, damn it! However, he still maintained a proud smile.

"Maybe ... according to your expectations?" chandra.

According to Chandra, it is impossible for Shila to expect something that money can buy such as branded goods or luxury objects because she can get it easily. The man then remembered, when their first date, Shila confessed that the night was the second best time of her life. The first, when Shila gets to know Chandra at their inaugural meeting.

So, Chandra slowly found a way to the surprise she had just said.

"It's impossible" said Shila. This time, it was as pessimistic as a moment ago. He even looked down deeply for a while, then glanced at the joints at Chandra. "I want a baby."

Chandra freezes. As his brain began to process Shila's speech, he blinked slowly. "B—baby?"

Shila nodded weakly. "It's been a year since we got married, Chandra. Why am I not pregnant yet?" She looked down again, with a face of great disappointment when one of her hands touched her belly, which was covered in a dark blue dress. "I think .. trouble in me. Widya said, I'm easily stressed can have trouble having children. Moreover, the history of Mama Papa is also difficult to have children first." When Shila once again looked at Chandra, her eyes actually implied a stern pain. His slightly shriveled brows made it clear. "You won't stay because I don't have children, right? You're not leaving even if I'm barren, are you?"

"Darling, not going to." Chandra takes the cake from Shila's lap to be moved up the nightstand, then stands looming before his wife. "We can try .. pregnancy program if you want. Or ... baby tube. Or .. adoption. I'm not gonna stay you just because of such trivial problems." The man slightly bowed, so that his face could be on par with the wife. Smiling faintly, then continued, "why suddenly discuss the baby? Is something bothering you? Did someone say anything about you?"

Shila shook her head weakly, it was clear that she was hiding something. However, Chandra was not left to ask further because the woman immediately took back the cake from the top of the nightstand by slightly shifting her body position.

"This is my first cake. It may not feel as good as artificial in the shops, but I hope it's not too bad." Shila dismembered the part of the cake into small pieces with a plastic knife that was already available next to the cake. "A!"

Chandra opened his mouth enthusiastically, accepting a bribe from Shila. It felt too bland, but still the man forced the piece of cake to slip through his throat.

"It's not good" Shila said. He got a cut as big as Chandra, but only bit in half, then put the other part on the tray, then patted his hand to clean from the sponge crumbs.

Chandra smiled amusedly. He picked up the piece of cake that Shila had placed earlier. So fast, put it in his mouth. Not allowing Shila to issue a prevent protest, the man immediately moved the tray of cookies back onto the nightstand, then grabbed Shila's nape to let her face him. Using his other hand to hold Shila's chin, Chandra imparts his kiss on the woman.

First of all, Chandra had to put his wife to bed, then he was free to turn his brain for an impromptu surprise that he would even just prepare.

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It's almost five o'clock, when Chandra hears the house bell ringing. He who had been waiting restlessly for a few hours ago, immediately rose from the sofa of the living room. Open the door, then receive an impromptu ordered package, containing a satin red dress. Chandra must thank Tristan who quickly helped him take care of this outfit even though his best friend was often in a fight with his wife.

Chandra heads to their room, where Shila still sleeps soundly under a thick blanket. She carefully placed the dress box in the corner of the bed. Then add a romantic note on top of the box.

Afterwards, Chandra brought a suit, shirt, material pants, and tie downstairs, in the library. He only needs to wait here for at least an hour and a half, while making sure that Arfan meets his request to set aside one of the VIP rooms of his restaurant for dinner later. Damn, the VIP room had already been booked out by someone else by a long time.

Although friendly, business is still the main thing for an Arfan. In fact, Chandra had persuaded him before a clothing consultation with his female expert: Tristan, but until now, his best friend had not yet collapsed. Chandra is confused as to how else.

Until, Tristan who had just listened to the chat group, intervened to give an offer.

Tristan :

It didn't take more than five seconds, a reply instantly appeared on the chat panel.

Arfan :

99% want to invest in my business. How, Chandra?

Chandra brushed her hair rough. He had no other choice but to ....

Chandramawa Ahtar ^^^^

^^^Oke-_-^^^

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Armony Restaurants.

The writing was beautifully lit up at the very top of the three-story building. In his yard, Chandra parked the Lexus LS 500, then got off first from the car in order to open the next door for Shila.

When Chandra's hand was outstretched, the wife immediately greeted him with a gentle grasp. Shila smiled with her red lips, which lured Chandra to do the same. Shila's hand was welcome to hug Chandra's arm, while the other man's hand closed the door, then locked it.

Both of them walked into the restaurant. The sight of the visitor immediately disturbed Shila when she had just stepped on the floor of the restaurant. His smile instantly faded, changing with an uncomfortable wrinkle.

"Look at me, honey." Chandra gave the direction, and the woman immediately obeyed. The man widened his smile, which helped Shila a little to ignore the surroundings.

Both were greeted by one of the female servants, then led to an elevator that was only intended for important people. Only Chandra and Shila were in the steel box, while the waiter only saluted after telling Chandra that everything was ready on the top floor.

Because Arfan also could not cancel someone else's order just like that, so Chandra's best friend finally chose to juggle the roof so that it could be used for their dinner both.

After the elevator doors opened, Chandra was able to show off her triumphant smile when she saw how Shila rounded her eyes in amazement with this simple, but elegant design on the roof. Decorated with some red ornaments, as if to remind them that the two returned to the early days of romance. In addition to some white mixes, the roof really looks so perfect, whereas before, this area was quite neglected.

"It's just the two of us, right here," said Chandra, who added a happy twinkle to Shila's eyes.

The woman is welcome to walk first. Chandra followed a few steps behind him. The man had just accelerated his foot swing, when Shila almost reached the seat that was in the middle of the roof. He was so quick to pull a chair, for the wife, just moved to the opposite seat to be occupied.

"Where do you think? Like?"

Shila steadily nodded her head. Although his hair fluttered with the night wind, he still did not fade the smile on his lips.

"I'm perfect .. pessimistic, just as you parked the car. It's Armony, the target of a lot of high-class people to eat, let alone this Sunday night. But ... I'm really surprised by your surprise here. Exceeded my expectations," said Shila. He was still circulating his gaze around, and there was only a happy smile on his face.

"I know you, and obviously won't let you down." Chandra said sure.

The man glanced at his watch for a moment, then glanced towards the elevator that was back open. Shila, too, escaped the view towards the arrival of a woman and a man who brought food. However, Chandra could not cut his eyes off from the shoulder-haired woman wearing the black mask. He even squinted his eyes in order to examine the lowered woman.

"Why did you see him that way?" shila asked, which immediately made Chandra panic. This situation is further complicated when Chandra gets a dislike view from the wife, so he immediately corrects his attitude. Unfortunately it was too late, Shila already showed a disappointed look.

"It's not what, honey. I asked Arfan to ask his workers who serve us it must be men, but. I don't like women's servants, because I know so much .. You don't like them either. I just ... do not want to make you disappointed, even a little."

Chandra sensed that his temple was damp again when he had just finished his explanation, even though this place was quite cold because of the wind. Tense waiting for a response. However, until the two maids alternately placed the food on the table, Shila still did not respond. So Chandra was extra careful to look carefully at this servant girl.

Instantly, Chandra already knew with confidence that the woman behind this mask was actually Mishall. His hand immediately clenched onto the table unnoticed. His anger is really gathering now. This damned woman, as if to test Chandra's patience by always playing around Shila. Does Mishall not know how much he tried to overthrow his wife?

Chandra intends to air the matter tomorrow, but chokes away as he tries to duck down to calm the anger, but instead realizes that the tip of Mishall's half-skirt is shaking. Definitely not a wind effect, because the vibration is small, but fast. Chandra escapes the view to Mishall's fingers still arranging the as neat dishes as possible.

This woman was really shaking.

Chandra starts to guess; is Mishall scared? But, if it is really fear, why bring themselves up here, in this crucial moment like today?

Instantly, Chandra's mind came up with only one answer. The owner of this restaurant.

Arfan.

Suddenly, negative thoughts fill Chandra's mind without the man controlling his best friend. Suddenly, Chandra's mind wanders far into the night, as he intends to relieve the burden of the mind, but instead adds to the burden of life as he gets to know Mishall.

If that night Tristan was busy with his women, and Daniel could barely leave his job as a music manager at the club, then Arfan, and I don't know what to do with Mishall's phone, right?

Chandra half looked down when he was busy thinking about it, until he only realized when his arm was shaken lightly.

"Murray!" gently rebuke Shila.

When Chandra looked up, he no longer found the two food handlers. Feeling his strange demeanor, he immediately shifted his confused focus on Shila again.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I don't want to ruin our night, just because of my anger. Now, don't think about it" said Shila, who was instantly hard to digest by Chandra.

Only then, when he recalled their last chat, Chandra instantly corrected his attitude.

"Thank you, dear" said Chandra.

Shila smiled faintly, cutting the steak on the plate, and then feeding the cut to Chandra using a fork. Then, smile happily as Chandra accepts.

While Shila is busy with her happiness, Chandra keeps her smile on top while connecting to this puzzle. At first, he doubted that his decades-old best friend was a video-sender, but .. when Chandra saw his wife; the beautiful Shila in her fancy dress—looked like money running.

Then, back to the main problem that Arfan always discussed. Business business. Of Finance. Successes. Richings.

Wouldn't it be easy for Arfan to achieve it .. if he had Rashila Ghana?

Chandra suddenly gulped roughly.

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