My students Canduku
Chapter 27

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Chandra arrived at the hospital. Tristan's car is no longer in the parking lot. He guessed that his best friend must have questioned Mishall's whereabouts, and probably tried to call Chandra who ended up failing.

Chandra didn't want to care too much about such a thing. Although Tristan helped him a lot, Chandra still did not like if the man meddled too much about his life. Especially if it's about Mishall.

Entering Shila's ward, the man was restrained in the doorway because the wife was already in a sitting condition. The woman with her bandaged head looked blankly forward, as if unaware of Chandra's whereabouts as she did not move at all.

Supposedly, Chandra seized the opportunity to escape before Shila knew of his existence, but he remained unmoved where he stood now. Be, the man was like a statue in the half-open doorway. Shila was almost the same condition: frozen. Just because the woman blinked a few times with occasional deep breaths made Chandra know that his wife was alive.

From a few meters away, Chandra barely blinked at the sight of the woman in front of him. Reminds him of when he first met Shila. The woman is in the condition she is in now. It's just, Shila wasn't as good as she used to be. For now, Shila was indeed staring without any interest ahead, but there was an optimistic aura in her eyes.

It's like .. taking Chandra back in time, reminding her of the reason why she was glued to the woman, unknowingly attracted to Shila, and then marrying her shortly after the inaugural meeting. Of course, it takes a lot of struggle because the wife has the trauma of marriage from her parents.

That girl is beautiful. Hugely.

Chandra suddenly held his breath, as Shila's head moved staring at him. The man was still unmoved on the spot, ignoring that Shila's blank gaze was now turning sharply at him. The man felt locked, so he could not move or just look the other way.

Time after time passed in silence between the two. Until, their atmosphere of silence stopped as the ringis sound of Chandra pain rang out. Shortly after an object landed on his left chest, from Shila's throw. The man bent down to reduce the pain, as well as see what his wife had thrown. A flower vase, which now broke several pieces on the floor.

In that half-bent position, Chandra looked up at his wife. Shila returned to the starting mode, frozen to see Chandra's state. It shows absolutely no guilt, remorse, or satisfaction. The woman is flat.

Not enjoying what he has done.

Chandra stopped complaining of pain in her chest. He held a posture, with his hands beside his body. He dared to look at his wife.

"Why come here?" ask Shila. It sounded cold, full of threats. The woman slightly tilted her head, and pulled a little corner of her pale lips to form a smirk. "Take advantage of the opportunity as long as I can't move .. You can hide anywhere, but definitely. When that time comes .. No apologies to you two."

First, Chandra sees some stuff around Shila. There should be nothing dangerous, because there are only infusion poles, patient beds, and tables with drawers that are certainly heavy for weak women like Shila lift. So, the man steadied the first step to enter the room. Successfully made the eyes of the woman in front of him glare.

Shila moved in a daze, as if searching for something around her, but the woman was unable to gain anything when her movement was restricted by the pair of arms that encircled her body. Shila's roar of breath sounded fast, becoming the only source of sound in the room. The woman tries to break away, but in a newly awakened state of coma and significant power differences between them, Shila loses. He was still giving some small rebellions when his stuffing was heard. So quickly, Chandra could feel that his loan sweatshirt was wet to the skin.

For a few minutes, neither of them let out any words. In fact, Shila did not say any mockery or threat. Perhaps also, because the woman now has difficulty organizing her own cries, so she has difficulty making any sound. His hands were loyal in front of Chandra's chest, as a form of resistance. Occasionally hit the man, or grip his shirt firmly.

Chandra let out a long sigh, then fixed the position of his chin to rest comfortably on the top of Shila's head. He is still confused to start the first sentence that must be said so that the wife does not run amok, but. Because ... everything is right. He's mistaken. No defense can save him, even if it's a lie.

So, Chandra can only be silent. Spent a few tens of minutes in this position. Ignoring her legs was aching, and her chest was still tight after the incident. Ignoring all of that, Chandra instead saturates enjoying the scent of Shila filling his lungs.

Only briefly did the man close, as his eyelids immediately opened when he sensed that Shila's hand was moving. Regardless of their body. Chandra increases alertness, but is not too worried because these women's nails are almost never long, so they won't do any harm. Especially when Shila's arm instead moved to the back of Chandra's body, the man froze in place. In a jolt, Chandra's body was pushed forward. The wife hugged him so tightly, as if wanting to crush their bones. In fact, Chandra becomes worried that Shila is claustrophobic because the pressure of her embrace is so great.

Chandra said nothing. Afraid that he might speak wrongly. Just let Shila do whatever it takes, at least until the stuffing starts to wane. Rigidly, Chandra gives a few light pats on Shila's shoulder, until the woman in his arms completely stops crying. The moment it arrived, Chandra also felt that the pressure on his back disappeared, along with the additional burden on his chest. The man distanced himself for a moment to check on Shila's condition. His wife fell asleep.

Carefully, Chandra placed Shila on her back on the patient bed. He also covered the wife to the chest, then tidied some children's hair that messed up the condition of his face. Under Shila's eyes were rubbed gently, so that the trace of her crying was slightly reduced.

Chandra sat on the chair with the bed. He took Shila's hand to grasp, while the other hand was busy gently brushing the woman's hair. He slightly tilted his face, for the sake of being able to see clearly Shila now.

His wife is in a state of chaos, as are Chandra, and Mishall who is in hiding. The case complicates the lives of the three, but ..there is no path Chandra or Mishall can choose. Chandra stopped rubbing Shila's hair as she suddenly thought of something.

That he had almost forgotten the meaning of happiness since that damn night. Or perhaps even further, since the marriage, when he subjected several women to provoke the tantrums of the wife .. It seems that the vigilance and anxiety of Chandra's bearers of happiness began at that time.

So ... does he have more regrets now?

...***...

"So he only attacked me once. Because there were no items that he could use to attack, he managed to conquer me for a while, to fall asleep because of crying. It's been an hour since she went to bed" Chandra explained Shila's condition to Widya who had just come to visit. "I need to go out for a while because there's business. Can the doctor help take care of Shila for a second? I'm here again in about three or four hours. If Shila wakes up sooner, the doctor can call me."

Widya nodded at Chandra's request. "Can, sir." He listened for a moment to Chandra's attitude that occasionally pressed his chest. "Sir Chandra okay?"

"So, got a little vase." Chandra tells followed by a small ruckus. "No problem, Doc."

Once again, Widya nodded. "You should also look for 'something' that you can tell Ms. Shila later. Letting him endure all his pain while here, would not be good for his mentality. Ms. Shila needs .. tranquillization, and it can only be obtained from you, about the matter now."

Chandra put on a doubtful look at first, but still nodded at the doctor. "Good, Doc. Excuse me." He immediately resigned, hoping that the doctor did not know the anxiety that began to cover him now.

The man left the hospital, still in the car Tristan lent him. Today is so busy, so let alone to clean the body, just take the motor at Shila's house he can not. Chandra only stopped by the apartment for a while to pick up his cell phone, then proceeded to a place where one of his best friends he had expected to be.

Armony Restaurants.

Once again, Chandra is at this fancy restaurant. However, no longer as a visitor, or just a friend who wants to meet the restaurant owner. No. gabe. The look on Chandra's face showed absolutely no friendliness to do these two things. He looked at her, when he first passed through the door. It was so easy to get an answer from one of the waiters regarding the whereabouts of the owner of this restaurant now.

"Sir Arfan is in his room, sir."

So, Chandra uses the elevator to go up, the place where Arfan's room is. During the journey, his hands clenched firmly on the sides of the body. Only stretch a few times when he has to press a button and when turning the door knob without the need to knock it first.

"Sandra? Lo come here? How not ngabarin?" ask Arfan, which makes Chandra sick.

The three points of pain in Chandra's body were not at all a hindrance when he threw his fist at Arfan's cheek. Making the friend who was originally standing from his chair as a form of welcome, immediately collapsed to the floor.

"Lo what the fuck is anjir?" hardik Arfan did not accept. It only took a moment to show anger in his eyes.

Chandra didn't care, because he had expected this. He first stepped on Arfan's chest using one leg before his best friend could get up. He knelt down, holding the collar of his best friend's shirt with one hand, while the other showed off a fist beside his head.

"Lo tell me the truth, before I get sick of friends who like to play pricks in the back! Lo ... Who sent the video to Shila to destroy my relationship, right? So you can get Shila, right? ANSWER ME!"

"What do you mean dog?! I never sent anything to Shila! I don't know the number, asu!"

The emotionally difficult Chandra could not believe Arfan's frantic answer at all. Again, a punch he landed on his friend's face. Ignoring the menacing danger, as he attacked the restaurant owner in his residence.

"Lo has to tell Shila all the truth, if you're trying to trap me."

"Eh, shucks!" On the sidelines of Arfan's breath that began to hunt, he still cursed his friend with a high tone. "Guess what, dog? Guess what? I don't understand what you said, Asu! I can't breathe! Lepasin, or I'm in jail now!"

Chandra was silent for a while, with lips thinning and teeth pressing against each other. He pulled the Arfan tie with one move until it slipped. Then lowered his feet to the floor, letting his best friend take as many breaths as possible. He initially helps Arfan to sit down, but Chandra does so in order to tie Arfan's hands behind his back.

"Okay .. let's see, what important items are on the table ...." Chandra said, as he left Arfan, and turned to the table. Take a map on which there are several sheets of agreement paper. He also lifted a half-filled cup of coffee.

"Lo don't macem-macem, Chandra!" arfan warned as the contents of the map were all scattered on the floor, while the cup was lifted high on the paper. "That's all more expensive than your life, Asu!"

"The answer is my question. If you're honest, I'll take some paper from the coffee. If you try to lie to me .. drugs are the same files lo this," threatened Chandra. He pulled Arfan's chair to be positioned in front of his best friend. Chandra sat back, as if he was the boss here.

"Someone sent a video to Shila, which was .. about me and Mishall." Chandra first tells her all the problems. "Mishall himself ngaku, HPnya no one ever held, but that night ... we fell asleep in the car, and the first person to the car must be a brain-difficult HP Mishall—"

"Lo's both dogs! You guys who***, I'm the one who followed shit! Dog fella!"

Chandra doesn't really care about every maki Arfan says. He is more focused on his main goal. "Lo's the first time Tristan's car, right?"

"Gue was the first one out abis lo, monkey, but I didn't go to Tristan's car because I brought my own car! I'm a busy man! That night came home sparse because there was trouble here! Lo pe'a! I even go home first before you finish -***!"

Chandra shut up for a second. For some reason, Arfan's anger is like describing his honesty. However, Chandra still felt awkward. He could not take his best friend's answer for granted.

"Why not ask Tristan? He who send you to the club, pesenin lo gals, and you also use his car he also to fall asleep! He's the one who wants to look for the same problems bini lo. Tau itself, the child can not get along with Shila for a moment."

Chandra is powerful. He doesn't know what else to do ....

"Take off me, anying! Do you think I'm like an unemployed? I have a lot of work!"

Chandra clucking. Get down from his chair. First put the coffee cup on the table, then obey Arfan's request.

"Lo my friend, Fan, but don't cross the line!" chandra said with great emphasis as she untied herself behind Arfan's back. "Shila's my wife. That's forever. I won't let him out easily."

"Gue won't let go of him easily, pick a bacot lo asu! Say unemployment, and you like to live your life borne by your wife! There, back to that bini lo!" arfan Hardik. He stood up, about to give a counter fist, but Chandra had already turned around without even bothering Arfan.

Mishall Contract.

...***...

Chandra himself did not know the reason for coming to this place. Know-how, the car was parked in front of Mishall rented, while he was silent thinking in the steering chair. His hand squeezed the car's steering force, when he thought of leaving this place, but .. his body betrayed again. Chandra couldn't stop herself from opening the car door, then got off. He watched for a moment, then stepped closer to where Mishall lived.

It only took two knocks, the door opened immediately. Either this woman had indeed seen Chandra come earlier, or was indeed excited because of this man's visit.

"Pak Chandra ... why ...?" Mishall hung up his words, feeling disinclined to ask the reason for this man's existence.

Chandra himself, has no particular reason why he is standing where he is today. The man rubbed his nape, annoyed at himself.

"You coming in, sir? Coincidentally, I just cooked to eat, too," bargained Mishall. He did not wait for an answer from his teacher first. Simply by grasping Chandra's arm with both hands, then slightly giving a pull into the house, the man had resigned to follow Mishall.

"Rewed instant noodles you call 'cooked'?" tanya Chandra sneered at Mishall after the door closed. He looked towards the floor, where the styrofoam cup containing hot noodles was located.

"Males motion, sir. I can't cook either" replied Mishall, then sat down next to him. "A bowl of two, will you, sir? There is no stove. Just ask for hot water with the neighbors."

"okay." Chandra. He actually has no interest in eating, but somehow Chandra can not give a rejection to this one woman. He sat in front of Mishall, as the woman was wailing in search of another place to move half a mi, but nothing. There are no equipment items here. "You eat it. I'm not hungry yet" Chandra said. "Later this abis, come with me to your house. Take some clothes for your needs."

"Okay, sir." Mishall raised his cup of noodles to eat. First blown, then put into the mouth. Chew it carefully, then swallow it. Mishall felt bored because this man in front of him was paying attention to all his actions. "Sir Chandra don't look at me like that!"

Chandra clucked, then threw his gaze in the other direction. The man backed away until his back was against the wall. The two were silent, so only the sound of eating Mishall was heard.

"What is Mr Chandra's wife?" mishall asked carefully in a soft voice.

"Still as usual" replied Chandra lightly.

"Sir Chandra ... can not be separated by Mr Chandra's wife? He ... danger."

"No. I can assure you, you don't have to worry. Think of yourself. After this, what will you do? Work at Tristan's, find another job, or what? Don't sell yourself anymore."

Mishall thins his lips at Chandra's reply. "I don't have any special skills, sir. It's hard to get a job other than 'servant'."

"But you are pinter."

"What's that clever use for, sir? Is there a job right now that is just from Pinter?" reply Mishall. "If it's rich, it's good."

"Yes .. must find it yourself. You are not unable to get a job. You are too limiting yourself with the focus of easy work that is abundant pay. In fact, a lot of work. Open a sales business for example. Open what services are, like a tutor tutoring for small children so— can also. Moreover, you .. um, quite beautiful ... why not try to be a model? This type of you must be a lot of nyari."

Mishall did not focus on the length of Chandra's explanation. It only imprinted two words in her brain memory, that Chandra called her 'beautiful fellow', and despite having gotten such praise from many men ... Mishall instead felt his own privilege because of Chandra who said that.

"Sir Chandra .. will you help me?"

The man immediately smiled with satisfaction. "certain. What do you want to do? You see, I can't let you cooperate with Tristan either. Take you to Arfan, I don't trust him."

"Sir Chandra wants me to be what?"

Hearing that, Chandra was instantly stunned. The first time ... this woman said that: asking Chandra's opinion. Though before, it must be the man who forced Mishall to choose a good job.

It seems, Chandra's efforts have not ended in vain.

...***...

The last item Chandra had placed in Mishall's contract. When the woman in front of him was busy arranging the goods that had just been migrated from Mishall's house, Chandra instead shook his eyes at the woman.

"Not living here?" ask Chandra.

Mishall who was in a bent position brought his hair behind his ears in order to see the man clearly.

"No, sir, why?" Mishall asked.

"Your mother lives alone in your home" Chandra said.

"Let's go, sir. My mom hasn't called me anything all day. I was worried about him, but after knowing he was okay at home, I now bodo very. He'll take care of himself." Mishall replied nonchalantly. He tried to lift a large bag, but failed. Chandra rushes to take over, taking him to the corner Mishall points to.

"Want to buy a closet?" Chandra. All the items had already been brought over, but it could not be said to be fully tidy.

"No need, sir. This is more than enough" Mishall said. "I'm a pemales too. Whatever the shape of the room wants to be like how."

"If you need anything, tell me, okay?" Chandra made another offer. Feeling not enough, he reached into his pants pocket to pull out a wallet there, then got a debit card, transferred to the palm of Mishall's hand. "Just make it until you get a salary from your workplace."

"What is Chandra?" Mishall asked back. He forced Chandra's palm open in order to return the card, but the man was stronger at clenching. "No need, sir. I still have a fee from Mr. Arfan that has not been taken. The same Mr. Tristan still exists. I will resign from Mr. Tristan if I get a new job."

"No," Chandra refused firmly. Just one pull, his hand had already slipped out of Mishall's grip. "You're out of Tristan's house today! I still have cash, for my needs are not much."

"But, Mr. .. I don't like to owe!" reply Mishall firmly. A few wrinkles were clearly imprinted on his forehead, clarifying what he was saying. "I hate to owe the most because .. always the pay is always higher than what I owe."

"I don't, really. Do not assume debt. That's take it."

"Can't!" Mishall responded with increasing force. Even shaking his feet on the floor. "I .. don't like being pitied. I don't like being sad!"

"No, Mishall ...."

"No love, sir!" Mishall grabbed Chandra's hand forcibly, but again, the man dodged.

"OK .. okay!" Chandra retreated in order to dodge a bit of this woman in front of him. He lost to stubborn Mishall, so, the man tried to find another alternative. "You can use anything from there .. which you think is appropriate for your payment, to ...." Chandra cleared his throat slowly when he misbehaved, "that was last night. Take according to your payment for what you loved me last night, and .. that was this morning as well."

Mishall was silent. Chandra is getting confused.

"It should .. it's free for Mr. Chandra. But .. okay. I took two million for the same one last night that was this morning" Mishall said. "If so ...." Mishall took a step wide until the end of his shoe met Chandra's. A little tiptoe, tilt his head a little, then close when his lips are stuck right on Chandra's lips. Not giving Chandra a chance to digest what happened, Mishall had already lowered both his legs on the floor. Smiling satisfied to see his teacher pecking on the spot. ".... Bonus for Mr. Chandra. Thanks .... make her help all this time."

"You ... Don't tempt me anymore!" chandra said firmly after she woke up a few minutes later.

Not at all offended, Mishall showed his smile instead. "If Mr. Chandra wants to try on my thin mattress—"

"You're crazy!" maki Chandra is upset. "I'm home!"

Mishall giggled after Chandra slammed his rented door violently. His smile still lingered until the car the man was carrying had moved away from the rented area. Immediately, both corners of his lips pursed away a trace of happiness just a moment ago.

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