My students Canduku
Chapter 24
"She was the lead in that adult film .. same as my husband."
"M—what do you mean, Shila?"
Mishall's mother's question is ignored by Shila. The woman was busy rummaging through the contents of her bag to find out what. While Chandra was picking up a very strong danger signal right now, so, he pushed Mishall back.
"You go, Mishall!" pinta Chandra in a whispering tone.
"But, what about Chandra?" Mishall asked back, as his neutrality led to Chandra. This man's wounds should still be in effect, and now, an even more severe threat was waiting before them.
"I know what to do, Mishall! You can't just once obey what I say, Mishall! Go now!" The first two sentences Chandra ordered in a firm tone. The last two words were spoken in a lower voice.
Although ... Shila should have heard that, and Chandra should have understood, that his attitude even made the wife even more furious.
The woman, who looks graceful in a pink dress—compared in reverse to the current home condition—stop the activity of checking her handbag. Shila raised her gaze, looking directly at Chandra, revealing clearly how her eyes had been dominated by the color red.
Chandra first made sure that Mishall had gone from around his own house, then he came closer to the terrace where the wife was standing. Meanwhile, Chandra tried to give a small signal for Mishall's mother to go also from this place.
Shila and her thoughts could almost never be read.
Chandra's steps stopped as he was already less than a meter away from Shila. His head lowered, only to make sure that there were no dangerous objects in both of these women's hands.
"Honey .. I told you first, if the video was just an edit. You don't believe me anymore?" Already in a pinch, but Chandra still reinforces his lie, hoping that at least this time, he can survive.
Really ... Chandra prayed in his heart, that at least today alone .. this time alone. He has not even found out exactly who got him in this complicated matter, but Shila has already caught up to him.
"I believe." Shila replied in a weak tone. His smile suddenly rose, as if to reinforce what he said earlier. However, the look in the woman's eyes, her fist, as well as the trembling in her voice. "I trust my husband who just screwed another woman. I believe this excellent husband of mine, who patiently wants to lead his prostitute schoolgirl down the right path, by being driven home, is always meeting ... and he said he also gave his students money? Money that might be from me too?"
"Darling ...."
"How many times have you lied to me, Chandra?" Shila asked, still in an ordinary tone, but the interlocutor instead added a level of vigilance. "You know ... how wrong are you, Chandra? I even find it hard to forgive one mistake, let alone add to a lie. Ye know? I'm even confused as to what you should be right now, because obviously .. Just kill you isn't enough."
"Shila .. I .. was framed, honey. I was framed by Arfan. What happened that night was an accident. It was the first and last time I ever had a relationship with another woman."
Shila's ticklish snort came out. Her lips smiled, but the woman's tears fell down before she even closed her eyes.
"Now, want to add more lies, use the name of your friend to hide your ugliness?"
"Shila ... I really do .. don't know how? I know it's wrong, but .. I'm trying to make pay for all my mistakes."
"With the way every day approaches your whore?"
Chandra has no answer. His condition was really pinched, until to escape .. the man had no way, even though behind him there was a wide road and a ready-made motorbike. However, when facing Shila.
"Shila—"
Shila's hand suddenly swung rapidly carrying a load, then the sound of a punch rang out, disconnecting Chandra's speech as the man immediately fell to the side crashing into the floor, and lost his consciousness. While Shila was holding a fragment of a clay pot that had just hit Chandra's head until it broke into pieces. Her dress was dirty by the falling ground, but that was not what made Shila's breath change quickly.
The woman stared at the object in her hand at this moment, observing the sharp angle of the result from the shards of the pot earlier. It should have been able to make a well of blood in both eyes of Chandra, and Shila was eager to do so.
However, all Shila did was return the shards to where the pot was: on the porch wall that was next to Chandra earlier.
Shila reached into the bag to look for a cell phone, but her hand raised a pen instead. He gripped the object firmly, as the same desire as the shards of the pot appeared again.
No. gabe. He can't do it now. The life of this man is only one, and Shila should be used as best as possible so that for the rest of his life ..This man must feel pain in the chest that erodes Shila's logic today.
The woman put the object back into the bag, pulled out the phone like the original goal, then ordered her man to come to this place.
After the connection was turned off, Shila still felt less. The stabbing pain in his chest has not paid off completely even though Chandra is now in his grasp. He looked back, and did not find the whereabouts of Mishall's mother, and the prostitute ... Shila has to make a phone call twice to catch up with the woman.
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"Do you remember who I am, Chandra? After getting hit in the head .. You're not amnesiac, are you?" shila asked, then without waiting for her husband to answer, he continued saying, "shouldn't, huh? See you're shocked and panicked, you shouldn't have forgotten what happened this afternoon."
"S—Sayang .. This is Arfan who trapped me, dear. D—dia the ...." Chandra could only hang her words because Shila blinked lazily listening to him this time.
"You know what, Chandra? I've had a hard time holding myself back so I don't kill you right away. Don't force me, by inventing more lies. I have a lie shelter limit."
Chandra now can't wiggle. Speech and all persuasions containing lies no longer works for this woman. Chandra can only rely on herself to escape, but ... Shila was too good to tie a thick rope in both of her hands.
The woman silently smiled seeing Chandra so hard to escape, seemingly trying to enjoy her entertainment. Although, Shila's puffy eyes also described another thing, that behind the haughty smile that she was displaying now, there were a few hours before now this was passed by her tears.
"Before marriage, I used to tell you Chandra, that I was crazy. Not sane, people say. Little devil, if said Papa's subordinate. Inhuman .... You know very well how I. I often ask you to step down before marriage, but you insist on continuing our relationship, and vow not to have any relationship with another woman, but. Make love to your own schoolgirls, shuttle your little whore .... His mother said the little prostitute had been peddling herself a lot. Why .... are you more interested in a woman like her than I am ... give everything to you, Chandra? I ... give my first love to you, my virginity to you, my treasure—although you always refuse .... I just want one thing: loyalty from you, but ...." Shila explained at length in a weak tone at the beginning, but in an instant, her gaze immediately turned sharp. His teeth pressed against each other, when a sentence full of affirmation he took out. "Why can't you appreciate me, Chandra? WHY CAN'T YOU?"
In just a matter of a few seconds, this grumpy woman changed drastically. As Shila looked up, her stuffing came out. Then, looking down deeply as an attempt to hide the crying—and always ends up failing. Isak Shila sounded heartbreaking, especially as she tried to wipe and stop her tears, but always failed.
Chandra. He wanted to hug his wife, but could not be bound like this. Then, Shila's hand suddenly swung. Immediately, stick the tip of the pen up to half in Chandra's arm until the man screams in pain. Shila took her hand off the pen rod, and let it get stuck in her husband's flesh.
Shila tilted her head, showing off a smile of happiness, while her two eyes never absent rolling the drops of clear liquid. The medicine box he took from the floor, spitting alcohol there to pour where his prick was. Chandra's sick hiss rang out, and it made Shila even more smiley.
"You knew? It really hurts so much in the chest that I often try to prick myself so that the pain goes away, while the head feels like it is going to explode—if it can, Chandra. Sometimes, I feel like hitting my head so the pain can go away, but. It doesn't feel fair. So, to be fair, we share this pain, huh? Because you are also the one who caused me to get sick today. Relax, honey, you shouldn't be as physically ill as you are with the pain inside me."
Shila stood up from the chair, carrying the medicine box with her. He smiled warmly, which was inversely proportional to his current actions.
"I'll stay first, okay? Tonight, you're here by yourself, but calm down. Tomorrow, your little whore will be here. Good night ...."
After the wife's departure, Chandra immediately cursed. He did not even dare to rebel from the seat where he was bound now, afraid that he might fall, and that the pen was getting stuck into his arm.
While on the other side .. he began to worry his students. Something is wrong, because it should be ... Chandra is more worried about Shila's psychics who are shaken violently after the revelation of this problem.
But .. can't.
His curse brain chose to rotate Mishall in his memory.
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