My students Canduku
Chapter 25

The creaking sound of the door made Chandra who had just been closed immediately open her eyes in panic. He tried to rebel—once again, but as before, the man's efforts ended in vain.

"Sir Chandra?"

Called by a recognizable voice, Chandra immediately stopped in revolt. He looked up, found Widya coming. The woman stepped cautiously, approaching towards Chandra. His ringing came out upon seeing how bad the male before him was at the moment. The injured forehead with dry blood that covered almost half of the face, and the arms were stuck in a pen.

"Bu Shila I gave you some sleeping pills" Widya said. He first goes to the back of Chandra's body to untie the bonds that comprise several layers of it. "More than Bu Shila's threatening attitude, to be honest, I'm even more annoyed at you, Mr. Chandra! You know very well how Miss Shila, why even try messing around with her feelings? This is not just about the threat of crime that Shila will do later, but. You're just the last person he's got, Mr. Chandra. It's really the only one. Me, just the doctor. His papa confidant could not help at all. I really .. feel sorry for Ms. Shila."

"It wasn't on purpose, Doc." Chandra gave a plea after both of his hands were successfully removed. "I ... was not really intentional that night. Yesterday I tried to fix everything before Shila found out, but. I haven't found the person who sent the video to Shila. I just want to fix my mistakes, but .. everything ends up complicated now."

"The chances are small." Widya knelt in front of Chandra to untie her there. The man helped too. "But I really hope, Miss Shila can still be cured this time, and I really hope, you helped her heal again this time."

"How much is the percent chance?"

Widya stopped the movement for a moment, for the sake of looking at the man. Chandra's seriousness intrigued Widya, so she smiled before giving her hope.

"Below five percent, but ... You can try it. May I help you get back close to Miss Shila?"

Chandra nodded firmly.

"For the first ... You find a place to hide first" Widya continued. The woman continued to help untie the bond, as Chandra was busy thinking about the place in question.

Shila's wealth can make it almost difficult for Chandra to hide anywhere, but. The only ... that Shila hated the most.

Tristani.

...***...

It's not too difficult for Chandra to find Mishall. The girl was of course hiding in her employer's house, and luckily, Shila had not acted anything yet. So, in the early hours of the morning, Chandra interrupts Tristan's residence only to pick up the student.

"Gue can pinjem lo's apartment, Tristan?" ask Chandra.

"Just make it." Tristan answered without being able to divert his shudder from Chandra, as the friend had not yet cleared away the traces of blood on the face. "Crazy bini lo. So crazy. Why choose a crazy girl to be a wife?"

"There's no time to talk about that." Chandra flicked his hand wanting to throw away the topic that Tristan spoke of. "Gue has to go now. Thanks for the help!"

"Start!" Tristan prevents for a moment, before Chandra drags Mishall. He headed to the second floor of his house first, then handed the key to Chandra. "Now, take my car. You don't have a motor, do you?"

"One more time, thanks, Tris."

Tristan shrugged both of his shoulders indifferently. "Not to thank. Just take care of my car. Don't .. use ML again!"

Hearing the insinuations from Tristan, Chandra and Mishall each give a different response. If the girl in the school uniform looks down embarrassed while biting her lips, Chandra clucked in annoyance.

"Yes, yes." Chandra answered lazily. He clasped Mishall's hand, then took him to the garage where Tristan's car was.

Initially silent. There was no chatter between them in the early minutes of the trip.

"Sir Chandra ... Why not cure the wound first?" Mishall's question was heard, so shrewd.

"No sting." Chandra replied nonchalantly. His focus was on the streets, so he could add to the speed of the car. "I'm free to take my time too, just because Shila was given a sedative as her doctor. If not, you don't know."

"Continue ... What next, sir?"

"Yes ... How else? You think you should take a day off first, or. Old school can't protect you. Some of the teachers at the school were Shila's men."

"There's no .... any other way but to escape, sir?"

"Dead? Can." Chandra provides a more intimidating option for Mishall. "My wife will just stop chasing us, if we die."

"Nh ...." Mishall was at a loss for words. His embrace of the bag that was in his lap was further strengthened. "Why did Mr. Chandra choose to marry such a wife, anyway? Why wasn't he taken to a mental hospital? Why ... why .. I also have to deal with crazy people like him!"

Chandra snorts. Lazy glances at Mishall through the middle spy. "Isn't that your job risk, Mishall? You forced me yesterday, when I tried to leave the place" replied Chandra cynically, "Pake your money to protect your life."

"Pak Chandra ... Why is evil, anyway? I ... am really scared now! I ...." Mishall could not continue his speech, only being able to hang a voice in the air.

"Don't you have no fear of death yesterday, huh, just as I was checking with my sick friend?"

"I—it's different ...." Mishall exhaled a furious breath. "If the condition of Mr. Chandra aja kayak gini, whose incident is loved by Mr. Chandra—'s wifelet alone later my fate if you meet the wife of the Father! It must be worse."

"Well, that's you know!" Chandra smiled faintly, though her eyes were so cute when she saw her student in a flash. "If you continue this bad work of yours, Mishall, believe in me .. There will be another Shila-Shila, born of disappointment. They're gonna go after their house destroyer—that's this kind of woman you are."

"Certain ... make it loose? There is no other way, sir? Divorce Mr. Chandra's wife for example .. continue to report him to the police to enter the mental hospital. That way, Mr. Chandra will be able to continue living with ten—ang." Mishall faltered as the car turned a sharp bend, making the body he did not secure with the seat belt tilted towards Chandra.

"There is no calm .. from the escape, Mishall. I'm wrong here" said Chandra Lirih. His eyes seemed confused. Then, greedily he scooped a lot of air into his respiratory tract to reduce tightness in the chest. "I have to take responsibility."

Mishall clenched his hands on his lap, when a feeling of unwillingness arose in him. He glanced at Chandra silently, for a long time.

...***...

Men's clothes are not to be questioned in Tristan's apartment. The problem was with Mishall who did not even have a change of clothes. The woman had just cleaned her body.

"Male clothes are also not papa, sir," Mishall told Chandra, who was standing in front of the wardrobe.

"The problem is here ...." Chandra hung his words for a while, provoking curiosity from the woman a dozen that year. However, Chandra did not continue his words at all. He pulled three white shirts, as well as a long-sleeved shirt, as well as long training pants from there. Five things were thrown backwards, at Mishall, and Chandra slammed his body into the bed. The wound had been treated when he had just arrived at the apartment, followed by a shower, then the woman who cleansed the body.

"They're a lot of books, sir."

"Pake everything." Chandra gave the decree while fixing his position facing the— window deflecting Mishall. "It's cold tonight. You stayed on the couch yesterday."

Audibly, Mishall gave a soft protest. Comparing herself to this weak little woman, she had to sleep on a narrow sofa, while Chandra, who was a grown man, would not budge to share a bed. Mishall further added a grunt when he felt that Chandra was asleep.

"Cih, weak temptation turns out, so do not want to sleep in bed," said Mishall. He brought a towel to the bathroom, then returned some clothes to the closet. This shirt was enough for him. Moreover, the rest of the next few hours of the night will be over. He did not lose consciousness until morning.

So fast, Chandra's snoring voice sounded quietly. Mishall turned his head, for a moment looking at his back in the black shirt. He quietly got up from his lying position. He set his bare feet on the cold floor, then began to step up, getting closer to the bed. Carefully lie there, sideways facing the teacher's back. For a few seconds, he was glued to the black shirt that hugged Chandra's body, until he did not realize that both corners of his lips were beginning to be attracted to form a thin smile. His eyelids felt heavy to hold, Mishall ended up canceling the intention to stay awake until morning.

...***...

Waking up, and finding that the female source of the problem is right behind her, Chandra should be angry. He has the right to kick this woman and ignore her gender, because this damn woman has put her in a complicated situation.

However, no. The man kept letting his mind be filled with resentful swearing, but .. he did absolutely nothing after changing his position to recumbent. His face turned perfectly to Mishall, though he could not change his position facing the student due to pain in his arms and forehead.

The man was silent. Allowing space and time to be filled only by the sounds of their earthy breathing, or their heart beating louder than usual. Slowly, the clamorous noise inside Chandra's head changed, as his memories began to twist events from the start of the matter. Unfortunately, not to give Chandra regret, but instead make the man's feelings heat up without being asked.

"P—pelan-pelan .. I still can't adapt ...."

As Mishall's soft voice returned, Chandra automatically closed her eyes. Letting the shadow increasingly freely rotate in his mind.

"Touch ... touch wherever you want ...."

Supposedly, he's headed for the bathroom now—that's how his clean mind gives advice. However, Chandra's body felt heavy leaving the bed. There is a disrelief within, to go from where he is lying at the moment. Maybe unfortunately, maybe tiredness— who held the man. Chandra rejects the guess from his own mind, that the woman beside him is the reason he does not want to move.

Then, when he realized something, Chandra felt amused himself. He was no longer in line with his own thoughts, or .. The other side of him was trying to counter what his own brain was thinking. Strange, but ... Chandra is in such a state: the contradiction of mind and mind.

Looking to the side, Chandra gasped in shock at Mishall's eyes already fully opened. It almost shifted to the side, but it did not. The man let out a rough sigh first, then glanced at the lazy Mishall. His heavy body was forced to sit up, then stand up leaving the bed.

"I told you to wear the clothes I loved last night, Mishall. Why just wear one?" ask Chandra, protest. "Where to choose a thin white shirt." He seemed to be busy walking here and there without glancing at the woman lying on her back on the bed, watching him closely.

"Ribet, Sir. It's also tight if there's a lot of clothes, sir. If you sleep, it's good to wear loose clothes, don't even need to wear anything better." Mishall thinned his lips to form a smile after expressing his idea.

"If so, at least re-wear .. your underwear. It disturbs my view."

"What did Mr. Chandra see in 'who?" Mishall reply fierce. He looked down for a moment to see what the man meant. Mishall's body was indeed that cheap, until he immediately vertical perfectly either because of the cold air of the AC, or because of his teacher's innuendo.

Chandra turned around, glancing cynically at Mishall for a few seconds, who was met with a faint smile by the woman.

It's free, according to Chandra. Mishall understood Chandra's purpose last night, but. Be, the man chose to give up, and went into the bathroom.

...***...

Chandra brought in the food that the courier had just delivered. He put it on the table, immediately visited enthusiastically by Mishall. The woman took one of the plastic bags first, regardless of the face of Chandra.

"You can't relax if you don't go to school, Mishall." Chandra sat down on the sofa next to Mishall, taking his own share for breakfast at 12 p.m.

"I have no intention of going to school, sir." While spooning food to the mouth, Mishall answered the question. "What I'm afraid of is just .. Mr. Chandra's wife's problem."

Chandra chews her food without interest. A blank look was directed forward, making Mishall look curious, mixed with pity.

"Sir Chandra ... is really sad, yes, quit your job?"

"Obviously, Mishall." Without turning his head or changing position, Chandra answered the other person. "Nothing can be done here, I have to find another job .. we must be frugal as long as I am still looking for a job."

"If it's a financial problem, I can help you, sir. I haven't fired Mr. Tristan, kept my salary last night unpaid Mr. Arfan. I'll ask you later, deh."

"Don't you pay your mother's debt?" Instantly, Chandra turned his head to look cynically at Mishall.

"Not so, sir. My mom doesn't care about me anymore. So, the money I enjoy myself" replied Mishall. His turn was looking blankly ahead, staring at his own life. A disappointed smile rose, making the man beside her nod as if trying to understand the position of her student.

"By the way, Arfan really easily accepted you that night?"

"Yes, sir."

"Couldn't you? Whereas before, I was begging with him even though, he did not want to accept you to work there." Chandra screeched softly, drawing Mishall's attention. "I suspect he sent the video to Shila, because he was the one who wanted to take my wife the most. I have to prove this ...."

"What's evidences for, sir? Everything is too late. Mr. Chandra's wife still knows that Mr. Chandra has slept with another woman."

"I can prevent Shila from getting close to Arfan, because Arfan must be just after Shila's property."

"Sir Chandra is focused on hiding." Mishall gave advice. He looked down, focused on finishing the food. "No need to think about Mr. Chandra's wife's safety. He's also gonna kill Mr. Chandra."

"I still want to try to get Shila's trust again," said Chandra optimistically, got a lazy face from his interlocutor. "The doctor said, there's still a little chance .... No matter how small it is, I want to try."

"Love is the same Father's crazy wife?"

"Yes." Yeah." Chandra stared back at Mishall with confidence. "I love it to my wife."

Suddenly, Mishall lost his appetite— in contrast to Chandra who is now eager to spend food. The girl quietly squeezed firmly on the side of her clothes, with her head lowered. Moments later, his smile suddenly rose, as an idea came to his mind.

To test the words of his teacher.

...***...

The courier came again in the afternoon, this time delivering more goods. In two large bags, containing vegetables, meat and other staples, while a small white plastic bag, Chandra did not check the contents. Directly give the money to the deliveryman, then close the door.

The man approached the bed first, throwing the white canteen at Mishall facing the window. The woman gave a curious glance at the cantongan and the giver, but Chandra no longer looked at her.

"What, Sir?"

Chandra did not answer, continuing his journey to the kitchen to arrange all the groceries. Mishall seemed irritated that his question was simply ignored, so he pulled the crackle roughly. Immediately after opening the contents of the canteen and pulling a few pieces of cloth from there, Mishall's amused smile was created. He got off the bed, not forgetting to pull the curtains so that the wide window was closed perfectly. His feet tiptoed as he walked towards the closet, inserting this canteen into the very bottom. Next, he went into the bathroom. Clean the body, then deliberately put on clothes without drying the body first. Make the white shirt that he wears stick to the body.

It got a stare of dislike from Chandra. The man stood around with his waist, staring at lazy Mishall.

"You .. You really like to make me migraine, Mishall!"

"Halah .. he said he was not interested in minors" said Mishall. "He loved his wife."

"You ...!" Chandra did not know what else to say, so he could only close his eyes while twitching his nose to restore focus, so as not to look at the chest of the woman in front of him. "Love is the same lust is different, Mishall. Love can contain lust, but lust is not necessarily because of love. You ... no shame at all, so the impingement of male lust?"

Mishall shook his head innocently, with both lips forming a flat smile. He passed through Chandra's body full of confidence. Then, after two steps behind his teacher, Mishall paused for a moment, turning his head slightly to the teacher.

"Pak Chandra mau? Khusus buat Pak Chandra ... saya kasih gratis."

The man shook his head, while his hands that were beside the body began to clench strongly.

"My body ... still has security, sir." The last offer, Mishall delivered before the girl actually passed from where she was standing now. "Do you want to, sir?"

"You are ...." Chandra turned around, briefly hanging his words as two long steps made him now in front of Mishall in less than half a meter. "Poor." The man hissed with his teeth pressing against each other.

The woman remained smiling obliquely, but in an instant, her eyes began to blush with tightly clenched hands. As Chandra advanced again to close the bodies of the two, Mishall snorted amusedly, feeling victorious as he could hug Chandra's neck as the men ducked down to bring their lips together.

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