My students Canduku
Chapter 34

Shila's smile almost never faded after she listened to Anwar's explanation for his work this time: beyond inter-introduction issues. Shila was reading a message from Chandra at the time, and easily agreed to the call.

"Good, Anwar. She should know, how low the woman she chose was," Shila said proudly. "This afternoon I have to go out to finish our relationship. Prepare a car that is decorated like a taxi, and also a wheelchair." The woman gave the order while standing up from the sofa.

"If Ms. Shila wants to break up, why would she still use a wheelchair? You don't have to beg Mr. Chandra's attention anymore" Widya said.

"Begging?" Shila immediately glanced sharply at the doctor. "I don't seem to need a doctor anymore, Widya," Shila replied in a landslide. "Don't you think I don't know if you helped Chandra that night, and incited him to choose his mistress. You should also punish me." Shila smiled mysteriously, as the look on her face seemed to think hard. "What punishment is appropriate for a doctor?"

The question ended up hanging, because Shila was not too interested in demanding an answer, and the two men were no one dared to answer.

"Please go, Anwar. Prepare what I need!" tell Shila, in a flat tone.

The woman left the living room, headed for the library. Not to read, but to calm the mind that is beginning to fill. Shila had trouble suppressing the boisterousness in her head, even though she had managed to act calm. Although it looks fine, it is not like that completely.

After the high door of the library closed, Shila no longer had the strength to lift her legs. All the energy he had spent extra to look fine, since he received information from Tristan that Chandra must have chosen his students. The woman slumped against the door, then hugged her own knees to let out all the muffled cries by biting her lower lip as hard as possible. His swollen eyes had not healed yet, when he came back crying for quite a long time.

In the end, the woman lay weakly on the cold floor. He has thousands of books, dozens of shelves, and two pairs of tables here, but ... Shila just saw all that without having the intention to mess up the condition of this room. Instead, Shila dampened her wound by curling up, with her hand touching her stomach.

A new soul was being created within him, so he had to take care of it.

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Being in the car heading on her way to her maiden meeting place with Chandra, Shila seemed very busy. During the car, the phone almost never moves away from his hands, to confirm some of the things that were part of his plan.

Just then, when the car started to stop, Shila just put her phone in the bag.

"Take out my wheelchair!" pinta Shila, haughty.

Although the man who was the driver was still equal to his social level, Shila did not care. He still uses the opportunity when the man obeys him to be told as he wishes.

"You sure yourself, Shila? I can get you if I want. Chandra would have been more shaken if he saw the two of us" the man suggested. "I'm worried about you."

"Follow as planned, Tristan." Shila warned in a stern tone. He received Tristan's help to get out of the car, and let himself be in the arms of the man who always had a hobby of arguing with him. "Never come near, before I call you. For a while, you can go and hide near here. Send a message, if Anwar has come."

"OK," said Tristan, fully trust the contents of this dangerous woman's head.

After sitting perfectly, Shila opened the bag, taking out two hundred thousand bills for Tristan who was wearing the mask and hat. Proudly, he shook his hand, asking her to leave immediately.

Now, there's Shila left. In front of her, within twenty meters, was an unkempt hut, where Shila had once escaped from a doctor's examination of her psyche. He was preparing to commit suicide when it was in this place, but was stopped because of Chandra's sudden arrival. He listened to Chandra who was looking for a job in this city. The man tells about his life that cannot be said to be lucky, so when Chandra says that Shila's life is better than her, the woman believes. So he threw away the zinc that he planned to use as a pulse breaker.

Now, after the taxi pulls away, Shila finds Chandra again at home. Standing in the doorway, as if coming to greet him. Shila moved the wheelchair closer, and it was quite difficult due to the uneven road. So Chandra came over to help push the wheelchair until they were already in a hut that had been overgrown with weeds.

"Now, you're gonna kill yourself here, Chandra?" shila asked calmly, after Chandra locked the wheel from her seat. "A good choice. There should be poisonous snakes in the grass."

"Shila," call Chandra in a serious tone. He positioned the body in front of the woman, so Chandra's look is dominating now. Unfortunately, Shila's calm aura felt difficult to defeat. The interlocutor seemed to be casually leaning back in his chair, with the corner of his lips raised. "I brought you here, so that we can remember all the events that we have passed. It's been four years .... Everything went by so fast."

Shila shows a bored look over Chandra's opening. He still listened to some things that made them repeat some important events in life during the two together.

"Actually, what does love mean to you, Chandra?" ask Shila. "Your sacrifice seems too great for someone who is just 'pity'. Stay by my side for a year in marriage .. If it's only based on 'pity', it won't be a year. Even four years, including our PDKT. You seem to forget, if it's a 'love', the main part is 'sacrifice."

"Different, Shila, and .. I just realized now. There's a special feeling that only I feel for Mishall, and it's not in you."

"Even after knowing how low the woman you choose .. do you still want to be with her? Women who easily open their legs to any man. Women who can kiss any man regardless of age, with confidence. Woman ... who is certainly very skilled in bed, until you might feel bland as long as I am."

"No, Shila. It's not about lust. I really love Mishall, to the point that, what he did this morning I have no problem at all."

"Poor!" hardik Shila, then snorted amusedly. "You guys are suitable. Cheap."

"Maello ...." Chandra called out in a soft tone. "I'm sorry, but .. I want to end our relationship now. With this ... I release you from this marriage—"

"Why don't you take care of the divorce papers?" ask Shila without burden. "Why bring me here?"

It's freaky. Chandra had not found the reason for Shila's calm until this very second. The woman should have gone back to thrashing, and looking for sharp objects to attack her. But .. does not exist. Shila looked very calm when she said that.

"We don't need divorce papers in court" Chandra said. His eyes again glared sharply, when he remembered the actions of Shila who told Anwar to touch his lover. The man's hands clenched firmly at the sides of the body: a mixture of anger, as well as fear.

Shila seemed interested in Chandra's words. "Without divorce?"

Chandra flinched for a few seconds, then nodded. Shaking took control of his body as he brushed the wild grass, and took out a five-liter white jergen.

Shila took a deep breath, after Chandra opened the lid. The stinging smell of that fuel quickly recognized him. Petrol. The woman's eyes stared at Chandra, but still maintained her calmness and smile.

"Of course .. You are my only family .. you will get all the wealth if I die here." Shila pulled the corners of her lips to get higher. His eyes began to redden, when the contents in jergen began to be poured on the wood that became the walls of the house.

Chandra walked out of the wooden hut, leaving the door open so they could have a point of view. He had to take a deep breath many times, when his common sense was already unable to function properly after what had happened this morning.

Probably also ... after Mishall revealed that he could not reduce his hedon at all. Chandra, who feels blind love, no longer forbids her lover, is busy thinking of ways to get a lot of money so that Mishall's needs are met all.

Anyway ... Shila himself always admitted to being bored with all his wealth. So, what's wrong with giving 'payments' for Chandra's patience during the wedding with Shila, to Mishall.

Chandra's hand clearly trembled strongly as he pulled out a match from one of his pockets. His hand repeatedly failed to swipe the match, as its trembling was difficult to control. The man growled strongly, while Shila lowered her head after hearing the clink of her phone ringing.

Chandra thinned his lips when three wooden matches were directly swiped to produce sparks. His eyes glazed over as he dropped the fire on one of the woods connected to the house, and he had been watering it with fuel.

As fast as lightning, the fire grew because of the fuel. Shila's figure was soon framed by wood full of flames.

And Chandra seemed to be jolted by her consciousness seeing the woman in front there begin to drop tears, while her smile seemed to be locked so that Shila did not pucker her lips at all.

But it is too late to regret his actions. Chandra turned around, and left the place. Showing clearly, that he is now leaving his past with Shila, and is ready to start a new life with Mishall.

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