My students Canduku
Chapter 26

Waking up in the morning, Chandra was once again overcome with regret, with a slight mix of aggravation. In fact, despite whatever Chandra did for this woman: bring Mishall together with a good job, forbid him to sell himself again, even to say with the word bad—Mishall still can not eliminate this bad habit.

Unfortunately, Chandra's stance was not very firm, so with just a few temptations, the man instantly lost his mind. Starting yesterday morning when I woke up, and got Mishall's body that can be crawled through his shirt, then after the woman took a shower, until the invitation sentence is tempting.

Supposedly, the wound that has not fully healed, continues to make Chandra aware so as not to make additional mistakes, but ....

When Mishall raised his eyelids as Chandra glanced at the woman beside him, Chandra chanted with his own arm. He changed his half-back position, using one hand as a body support, while the other hand touched Mishall's face to remove the children's hair from his face. So, when the man ducked, he was not hindered by anything to bring their lips together.

At first just wanted to give a good morning kiss, but Chandra felt the weight filled him to move from his current position. Just keep your head away for a few seconds to bring their eyes together, then head back down to start a more pressure-filled kiss this time. Slightly move the lips to provide an inviting tingling sensation.

"The train broke again yesterday" Mishall whispered as Chandra gave him a chance to breathe oxygen, before continuing to a deeper level.

"Mump free," replied Chandra, not caring at all. "Your phone I confiscated, so as not to make the same mistake."

"Say was forced yesterday ...." Mishall continued to issue protest sentences each time Chandra gave a pause. He rubbed Chandra's arm around her chest, on a scar that was covered with nothing.

"I want to show .. how cheap your self-esteem is."

"okay ...." As usual, Mishall was relaxed with all the insults from this man, because he had other goals. However, he still vented a little bit of his frustration by squeezing Chandra's wounds.

Quickly, Chandra responds to her actions with a light ringis, then intends to take revenge by biting Mishall's lips in turn. Strong enough, until the woman also shrieked softly.

The two are getting excited about each other ****, touch each other— while setting the right position to overlap each other. Mishall could not help his chuckle as the man on it lowered the kiss to the neck with a fitting puff. Access was increasingly granted as Mishall's head looked up, while his hands continued to actively wipe any part of his opponent's body that he could reach.

The heavy sound of their breathing filled the void of the room. Chandra is still very busy with his exploration of Mishall's body, when a dehumanization interrupts their activities. Chandra, with lightning-fast movements, immediately moved away from Mishall's body, not forgetting to pull the blanket as a body cover—hal was the same done by his co-star earlier. The two glanced at the man who was standing lazily three meters from the bed.

"Seriously?" Tristan, saying in a lazy tone, questioned the activities of the two. "Gue guess you two—Chandra—re sorry, slumped, or .. what is it, because Shila already knows your affair, but it turns out ...." Tristan hangs the greeting, replacing it with awe-inspiring whispers mixed with amused.

Chandra made no comment, because to be honest, what Tristan said was the truth. He collected his clothes— Tristan had from the edge of the bed to wear.

"Lo, Chandra, I don't defend Shila or anything, but. Sometimes I feel sorry for girls too. If you give up, why not divorce him? He's crazy about you, you're even more crazy about cheating."

"City ...." Chandra wants to dispute what Tristan is complaining about the affair, because he didn't do it, but again, his best friend was right. In the end, Chandra could only scratch his hair out of annoyance at himself.

"Gue is good again" said Tristan, to provide a solution. Mishall and Chandra listened intently. "Gue will help you get divorced from Shila. I'll try to keep him from admitting bad things to the two of you during the divorce process—"

"No." Chandra is in a state of disarray, cutting fast. "Gue is not ...."

"Same as you playin two girls, Chandra. Choose one! If you want to go back to your wife, focus on getting Shila again. Mishall is my business."

"Urusan lo?" Chandra suddenly doesn't like a piece of this stuff. Tristan is a player— even though only limited to fun so that no woman feels played, but Chandra still not willing if the student is too close to the friend. "What form is it in?"

Tristan shrugged both of his shoulders indifferently. "Gue made it into a stash, I guess." He smiled judging Mishall's physical condition, which was drowned in the blanket, leaving only his face. "The face is too cute, like 2 -3 months, will not be bored. We are also equally bad: often mengelakuin relations with others .. I same Mishall cake fit deh. Yeah, no, Mishall?"

The woman asked looked confused, glancing at Chandra as if she wanted to ask for protection so that Chandra would still take care of her, and the man seemed to understand well.

"No. I'm still .. I can handle this." Chandra gave an answer, which sounded doubtful. He's not even sure of himself right now.

"A quick decision" said Tristan, again unconcerned about what Chandra chose, though he could not hide the faint vexation on his face. "Arfan started taking your wife in the hospital."

"R—hospital?" Chandra stammered the name of the place, while making his back straight as if preparing to run away from where he is today.

"Yes" replied Tristan. His sharpness turned flat. "When you're having sex with this chick right here .. your wife is dying in an accident after getting in the car to find you both."

Chandra had not wasted a single second since hearing the information lazily. He immediately got out of bed. No more washing your face or toothbrush—even ignore the condition that the shirt is upside down, the man took the car keys from the top of the nightstand, then out of the apartment.

Meanwhile, Tristan was left staring at the door after Chandra's departure, and Mishall hid half of his face under the covers. In fact, he intended to cover the entire body until nothing was seen, but it was too late because Tristan saw it.

"Bego! Why sleep here?" hardik Tristan on his servant. "You should have if you wanted to have Chandra, you banned him from making it anywhere. He's too naive to be human, so he's easily confused all around, so he's the only one who wants to care about someone as crazy as Shila, when everyone wants her dead, all at once ... the only thing you appreciate when everyone looks down on you. He tried to give his best, but .. I guess. You're throwing your pride in front of him, aren't you?"

Mishall close his lips. The sclera was flushed, with a puddle of tears ready to spill.

"Everyone knows, I don't like Shila, but. Chandra will be the most lost person if you leave a woman as expensive as Shila just for the sake of prostitutes there is no price like lo. So ... go, Mishall. Your place is not here."

Mishall turned his face the other way. He did not want to look at his boss who was too honest. Now, he also understood why Shila was as loathed as this man.

Tristan turned his heels, turned around. However, he did not take a step at all, when his head slightly turned.

"How's it feel, Mishall? Sick? You should understand Shila's feelings now. He ... is far more entitled to hurt than lo."

Tristan took a step, preparing to leave, but once again, paled as Mishall called out softly with a trembling voice.

"I .. want to join Mr. Tristan."

Tristan smiled with satisfaction. Turned. Give two nods.

"Come, here! Little bitch ...."

...***...

It felt like something was wrong, as Chandra discovered that the eyes that were usually staring intently, had now been covered in static. The wounds on the cheekbones and jaw of the wife, easily instilled guilt in the corners of Chandra's heart. Making the man look like an undead after crossing the doorway, walking cautiously close to the patient bed.

"The condition is starting to improve, Mr. Chandra," said Widya who immediately stood up from her chair to invite the man to sit down. "The critical times have passed, just waiting for Bu Shila to wake up."

"Why hasn't anyone contacted me about Shila's condition?"

"Sorry before, sir. Yesterday afternoon, I panicked too. I don't want to do anything other than take Ms. Shila to the hospital. I just called Mr. Chandra at nine, but I think Mr. Chandra is asleep. I just SMS, regarding the condition of Ms. Shila," explained Widya, who was taken slowly by Chandra.

The man had no doubts about the doctor, although he could not check his cell phone now because it was left at Tristan's house. Chandra sat in Widya's former chair to grab Shila's hand to hold it.

"Friends Mr. Chandra came here last night" Widya said, "when no one told her, sir. I'm just ... surprised."

Chandra returned focus after hearing that. Immediately guessed, that the friend Widya meant was Arfan. I don't know what Arfan meant last night, Chandra doesn't know for sure. What is clear .. he must continue to suspect his best friend, so that Arfan does not have the slightest gap to strengthen his relationship with his wife.

But actually ... Chandra's the problem here, too. She ... once again could not control herself, and created new problems with her student.

Chandra pulls out the hair, then grabs it firmly. He did not care about the sound of the knocking of the shoes and the floor coming out of the room. Just focus on the shadow in his head about what caused him last night not to pick up the phone from Widya.

How ... how could he easily lose control of Mishall? Why could? Whereas before this, the years before getting to know Shila, even after marrying her. Some women come wanting to intrude, so Shila is easily suspicious, but ... Chandra has never really established closeness let alone relationships with those women.

However, Mishall? In fact, Chandra easily kissed the woman after listening to her cheap offer. The man is now aware that his marriage commitments are as cheap as Mishall's self-esteem.

Why can ...?

Amidst the uneasiness, Chandra heard the door of the room open. Initially unwilling to care, thinking it was Widya, but soon after listening to the baritone voice greeting, he immediately turned around.

"Tristan?" Chandra called in doubt. He reached into the pocket of jeans he was wearing, to give the car keys to the owner.

"Hold it first. Later anterin to the house, because I also bring a car here," said Tristan. He shifted across from Chandra, standing on the other side of the patient bed where Shila lay unconscious. "How's it going?" The man asked, glancing at Shila for a moment, then Chandra.

"If the doctor said it earlier, he's gone now, not as critical as last night. Just need to wake up."

"Good indeed. You don't have to think anymore."

"Mayall ...." Chandra closed her lips for a moment after saying the name of the student.

Tristan didn't need any further questions, just understood, so he immediately replied.

"I'm safe in the car, I'll take it home. He won't bother you anymore."

"Regarding your offer to Mishall ..lo seriously?" Chandra looked up, because of his sitting position, while Tristan was still standing, staring at Shila for a moment, just glanced at his best friend.

"Yes. Wh why? If released so, he will not be able to live quietly, because bini lo will pursue him. If it were me, he would be safe. I have a lot of money to protect him."

"Lo .. is there no intention to marry her? She is also ... herself, Tris—"

"No! It's crazy to get married!" tristan replied in a high tone, so firmly rejecting what Chandra said. "Lo knows for myself, I don't like being tied to anyone. Oh, even if for example I marry a girl, there is no guarantee she will be happy, because yes. Still mending I want to let him help you, Chandra. Don't run."

Chandra chose silence. The packaging grew stronger on Shila's fingers, making the white fingers slightly reddened—explaining there was anxiety in him. Upon awakening, he immediately weakened his grasp.

"Why? Ck, don't care about him, Chandra. Your life is no better than Mishall's after marriage. So, just focus on Shila if you want to continue the marriage, or .. finish well. A lot of people can change your position now. Arfan for example. He's the closest to Shila. Lo will not be constrained, and Arfan will take good care of Shila, because Shila is one of the ways he makes success."

Chandra shook her head slowly. He rubbed his face rough. "No other solution for Mishall?"

Tristan's rude snort was the first response to what Chandra had just said. He ruffled his waist, staring lazily at his friend.

"Lo .. stop caring about Mishall, Chandra! Unuseful. You've been trying to get him on the straight path—cuih—but what? He himself does not like. Let her be the same world she likes, and I'll support her with what she likes."

"Lo doesn't help at all, Tris" Chandra replied. The dilemma was clearly visible on his face as he stood up, until the creaking sound of the chair was heard. "Where is he now? I can't let him get damaged—"

"Gue can't let him get damaged blah blah blah! Lo himself actually even helped rusakin him! Don't be holy! The more you deal with girls, the more complicated your problem, the harder you make it off. Don't think about him!"

However, Chandra is stubborn. He left the room with a lazy look at the friend as a cover for his chat with Tristan. The man went straight out, even running around a bit after passing through the door.

Tristan said nothing more. Even when he noticed that Shila's eyelids were slowly raised with a drop of liquid falling from there ... Tristan remains silent. Not having the slightest intention to call his best friend to see the condition of his wife who had just realized, but knew that Chandra was not too far away. Instead, he circled the patient's bed until he could sit in the former Chandra. Ignoring the fact that this woman in front of him is not just any human ... Tristan took Shila's hand which was still warm. The pull on both corners of her lips reached its maximum limit, until a pair of dimples appeared on her cheeks.

"You're conscious, Shila? I'm here ...."

...***...

Chandra broke into the car when the corner of his eye accidentally caught a woman behind the window of a car. He took two steps back, then turned to where the car was. Immediately, he became the center of attention of the person the man was aiming for.

In unlocked conditions, the car is easily opened by Chandra. He pulled the skinny arm of the woman in the high school uniform by force. Dragged him to a car that Tristan lent him.

"You shouldn't follow Tristan, Mishall. You know he's a playboy. He will make you one of the servants of his lust," said Chandra gave a tip after sitting perfectly at the steering wheel, which immediately got a lazy look from the interlocutor.

"Sir Chandra makes no difference either" Mishall replied. He folded his two arms in front of his chest, staring haughtily outwards. "Descend me, sir. I want to go with Mr. Tristan!" pinta Mishall, but Chandra seems to care for the ears. The car moved slowly leaving the hospital parking area. The woman also did not attempt to open the car door.

"Yang overnight .. error—"

"So early this morning too? Mr. Chandra seems to be addicted to my body."

"All men, even those who like the same kind, if offered a female body .. obviously difficult to refuse, Mishall. You just don't know how a man's brain works."

"So ..how does Mr. Chandra's male brain see me?" mishall asked, in a sensual tone.

So easy, make the feathers along Chandra's arm stand perfectly for a few moments.

"Poor."

"Sir Chandra always says that." Leaving a perfect look on his teacher's face, Mishall chose to escape the view to the window. "Pakistan blatantly wants to make me a mistress, and it feels better than Mr. Chandra who pretends to me, pointing the way straight for me, but ... enjoy me too."

"Different! I didn't mean it, it was you teasing all day."

Mishall scoffed, mocking.

Chandra took Mishall's hand half-forcibly to bring him to touch his waist. The man focused on the streets, so did not see Mishall's widened eyes in surprise.

"You knew? The scars here have not healed, my head wounds are still open, and my arms still occasionally bleed. It's because of Shila's deeds, but, what led her to do this? Our closeness. I myself can not take off my hands after knowing how you are, because I feel the need to take responsibility. Can't you appreciate my effort, and these few injuries, Mishall? I didn't ask for much. Just one thing. Stop being cheap like yesterday to other men. You are valuable, and I try to show you that, so that you can maintain your self-esteem. It's pretty easy, right?"

"I need the money." The main problem is Mishall.

"Your mother doesn't know where she is, and thinks she's out of you. You let me guarantee until your life is prosperous, even though my salary is actually not how much. You can work with Tristan, but you're just an ordinary waiter. If he starts teasing you, or want to encourage you to sleep—decline firmly! Just come out if you need to! I'll help you find another job to make—"

"Sir!" reprimand Mishall, in a stark annoyed tone, to conceal the fact that his eyes were getting hot. He forcibly withdrew his hand from Chandra's grasp, to be placed on his own thigh. "No need to care too much about me!"

"Can't!" chandra replied firmly, then weakened the voice for the next sentence. "I don't know why, I can't at least care about everything related to you. Can't be a little."

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