My students Canduku
Chapter 28
Chandra had actually gotten a message from Widya not to come to the hospital because when Shila realized, the woman rampaged to hurt herself. The pulse on the back of his hand was torn because the infusion needle was forcefully removed. For a while, Shila had been given a sedative so the woman went back to sleep.
Instead of fulfilling Widya's ban, Chandra instead came to the hospital again. Thinking that his wife was asleep, so he was not worried about anything. Especially after what happened last afternoon: Shila was not too raging, even sleeping by herself when Chandra hugged—the man was a little confident to go back to see his wife. Thinking that Shila's love for her might be able to melt her into forgiving Chandra.
However, when she had just arrived at the door of the room, Chandra canceled her desire to enter. He was stunned where his feet were standing now, when his eyes discovered that there was a male figure in the room together with his wife.
Chandra almost forgot to blink, allowing her eyes to dry to make her sclera blush. He completely froze, when he saw the man in the room grasping the friendly hands of Shila, even giving a kiss there. Chandra can't take it anymore. He pushed the door violently, causing the sitting man to gasp in shock: standing while looking at Chandra.
"Tristan?" Chandra called out her best friend's name with a trembling voice. "Lo what's my wife?"
Tristan seemed unaffected in the slightest by Chandra's anger. Even with his leisure bring both palms into the pocket of his pants.
"According to you?" tristan replied in a relaxed tone, but managed to ignite Chandra's anger. "Lo's not self-conscious, Chandra? You have cheated on your own students. Why is Shila still defending? Remove him, because he can get more loyal than lo—"
"Lo means?"
Tristan smiled, not bothering Chandra who cut off his words at will.
"At the time when your relationship with Shila has begun to crack, you instead focus on your affair. Even ... after you got caught .. lo still related to Mishall. You have actually violated the commitment of marriage, and you have no reason to be able to apologize from Shila. He's too respectable for a man who's too wishy-washy!"
Bugh!
Chandra only takes a millisecond to throw a punch at Tristan's cheekbones: it easily leaves the opponent slumped to the floor. Tristan is a fool. He was as quick as lightning standing as if he had no pain for his cheeks adorned with red bruises. Chandra prepares to continue the attack, but by Tristan, his arm is restrained easily.
"Gue wouldn't have told you to be Shila one of your victims."
Tristan clucked slowly, looking lazy. It was enough to outwit Chandra so that he did not prepare as Tristan pushed both his hands to the side, then hit him in the face, then the area of Chandra's ribs firmly. Although not to fall to the floor, the way Chandra bent holding his chest, as well as how difficult he was to regulate breathing, has explained how painful the blow that Tristan gave earlier.
"Gue is too late to realize this, but .. I feel .. in love with Shila." Tristan looked down at the figure of the woman lying on the bed. "Gue needs eight months to convince myself that I really like him, and. I'm even ready to sell anything for a woman as expensive as Shila. I can be 24/7 days at home from the same house as him. I swear."
"Playboy lo, can't be trusted."
"Emang." Tristan helps Chandra to straighten his back. But it could only reach next to his other face to be firmly elbowed. "Gue tries a lot of women to dance like Shila, but. Evidently. Loyal women like him .. I don't know where to buy."
"Gue ain't gonna get Shila!" hardik Chandra's. He tried to gather all his strength in a fist, preparing to be knocked into Tristan, but their physical condition was far too lost. Chandra, who has been given a lot of injuries, can only resign when his chest gets a hard push from Tristan's shoes.
"Why are you too greedy, Chandra? Free one woman! You can't handle both in your life! In this case, it's Shila you have to be free, because you can't appreciate your marriage, and you want your whore more than your own wife!" Tristan gives another consideration to Chandra's increasingly bowing. To scoop up oxygen alone, Tristan's opponent looked troubled.
"Divine Shila. I can make him fall in love with me—"
"Got going to—" Chandra cut off, and the next second, Tristan's feet once again landed on his head from the side, slamming him against the wall. Not enough, Tristan held the head of the man he called his best friend, then smacked it stronger than ever into the wall.
Tristan clapped his hands as if removing dust after seeing Chandra fall unconscious. From the scar on his forehead, falling drops of blood were more severe than yesterday. However, Tristan did not care much. Take the time to approach Shila, give a farewell kiss on the back of the woman's hand, then leave the room.
Although he hopes that Chandra cannot be saved so that Shila can he reach out easily, Tristan still calls the doctor to check on his best friend.
Thinking, that it wasn't Tristan who had to finish him off. Let Shila let go of her anger first, so that Shila's empty heart could fill easily.
Tristan's plan is like that.
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Upon waking up, Chandra finds herself on the bed of the patient. He complained of pain, trying to wake up. His gaze darkened for a moment, then sensed that the surroundings seemed to be spinning.
Widya asked, helping Chandra to take a sitting position.
"My wife ... How about, Doc?" Chandra painstakingly asked. He tries to replay the memory last night, then finds the memory that he has been betrayed by Tristan until it ends as sad as this.
"Bu Shila is fine, sir. Now it's no longer attacking yourself" Widya replied.
Chandra still can't improve her own vision, but she has taken pains to get out of the patient's bed. Widya helped, even though the woman seemed to regret Chandra's current condition.
"It looks like Mr. Chandra's condition is much worse than Ms. Shila's. You better rest, sir."
"No need, Doc. I need to take care of my wife." Chandra just needed to dodge a little, and Widya had already removed her hand from Chandra. "Too many people expect bad things to our marriage."
Chandra began to step up, and this simple thing was quite difficult because his body was occasionally shaken. As Widya prepared to help, Chandra swiftly raised her hand as a form of rejection.
"I can ... myself."
Although the man was even doubtful of his own ability, but Chandra remained steadfastly stepping on his own. He chose to support the weight of the body on the wall. Chandra just needs to ask Widya the direction of Shila's room, because she really can't think clearly right now.
"Doctor Widya, can I ask you a favor?" chandra asked before she pushed the door of Shila's room open. "You keep Shila here every day. Please ban anyone who wants to see my wife, whoever it is. Even the ones who claim to be my friends."
Widya was stunned for a while, but she still gave a nod accepting orders from Chandra.
"Good, Sir. I'll take care of Ms. Shila as Mr. Chandra says."
"Thank you, Doc." Chandra can now calm down. He entered the room, then closed it so that only he and his wife remained.
Chandra several times powerfully closed with the intention of restoring the focus of his vision. But it always ends up failing. All the things that his eyes saw seemed to be moving on their own, with some things not clearly visible. He really hopes that this effect can soon disappear, in order to focus on keeping the wife.
However, one that Chandra was unaware of when he entered the room. That on her bed, Shila was already in a sitting position cross-legged facing the door as if waiting for the arrival of Chandra. His patient's long-sleeved clothes were pulled together until his hands were perfectly hidden.
Trying to cover a metal in his grasp.
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