My students Canduku
Chapter 4

Chandra knocked on the door twice, then lowered his hand to the side of the body, waiting for a reaction. However, there were no signs the door would be opened, or just the sound of footsteps approaching from inside the house.

Honestly, Chandra is a little scared to go home to his wife right now. Shila these days is irritable, and overthinking too much. Especially yesterday, he even found a video of Chanda and Mishall. However, Chandra could not keep quiet and let Shila calm herself.

Anything. Anything Chandra would do for Shila. Like his promise when he first expressed his feelings, like when he said a wedding promise, like the confidence of his heart until now.

"Shyila?" Chandra ventured to call, followed by three beats with a distance of 2 seconds each. "Can I come in?"

There was no reply after Chandra was silent for 30 seconds. Glancing at the trunk, his wife's car was still parked there. The second floor curtains also opened. It means his wife is still inside the house, but he hesitates a little if he has to be a little aggressive to open the door without permission. His sensitive wife could have been offended and directly attacked Chandra with sharp weapons without thinking carefully.

So, even with the hot sun giving a heatstroke, even though thirst had asked him to leave immediately, even though his stomach continued to send signals to be filled immediately, Chandra did not care. At least today, he found Shila's heart just a little, better than yesterday.

Chandra was about to knock again, but the door just opened. However, instead of welcoming, Shila instead presented Chandra with two suitcases each full of clothes.

"Never show up here again! Or, I'm serious, Chandra. I hate the traitor as much as you. I would never have thought 2 times to b*nuh you if it appeared again in my house," said Shila coldly, with no expression on her face. There was no anger, he appeared untouched.

Down, Chandra grabbed both suitcases. He keeps his calm nature so as not to provoke excessive reactions from Shila. This is how he tried to survive his marriage all this time.

"I'll find the person who sent you the video. I'll b*nuh that person in front of you," Chandra said, reassuringly.

The corner of Shila's lips lifted. "For what? You're cheating, aren't you? After all the comforts, facilities, wealth, I love you, you're a traitor." Shila closed her eyes, and Chandra took two steps back.

In a matter of seconds, Shila moved quickly to pick up a flower pot that splattered on the edge of the terrace and threw it at Chandra.

"M*ti, you, S*alan! Mambtti! Fucking humans! Humans are useless! M*ti just you! Why make me fall in love continue to betray kayak gini. Mambtti you!" Shila shouted uncontrollably, and Chandra could not come forward to calm down at all. He could only slowly retreat.

Chandra first stops the taxi, and directs it to Tristan's address, while he himself rides his motorbike away from the place. However, at a distance of 100 meters from Shila's house, Chandra paused for a moment. Thinking, this would not be possible for him to solve on his own. Chandra called a woman whom he had not been in contact with for the past 3 years.

The psychiatrist has to deal with Shila again, because the trauma is repeated.

***

"My father never ate a month." As soon as Mishall comments as he joined sitting in the dining room with a bowl of instant noodles. Previously, Mishall also made his teacher first.

Chandra slightly raised her head. Glanced around the deserted one from the first time he was allowed to enter.

"Where are your parents going?"

"Mr come here to make the same report as my parents?" ask Mishall while blowing his noodles. "Free, Sir. My mother even supported me. Because my mom also enjoyed the money. Now go follow the Mothers around here." He sipped his noodles carefully. Still hot.

"Your parents asked you to be ...." Chandra muttered to censor the forbidden work, after all, he was a teacher. Gotta set a good example, he thought.

Mishall shrugged both of his shoulders. "No. Mama's at first." He laughed sarcastically. "But Mama is also difficult to adapt to this new situation. Mama's more spoiled than I'm her life, so, yeah she's just because of this job. I don't want to, because he enjoys it too. Not telling either, because she still wants to keep her image as a good mother."

"Whose Papa's name are you?" Chandra realizes that Mishall only told his mother.

"What is this Father's goal, anyway? Is there any luck for you?" mishall asked, annoyed. "What are you making sure I'm out for? If it's like last night, no, sir. Meningan I serve customers rather than the strange will of the Father."

"Not strange anymore like yesterday." Chandra's convinced. "You just need to accompany me to see my old friend."

"Oh ...." Mishall nodded his head as if understanding. "2 against 1, huh?"

"What?" asked Chandra who seemed to have different thoughts to the woman before him.

A second after Mishall said the answer, a punch immediately landed on the top of his head.

"I'm not that nervous" Chandra said quickly. "After all, in the car it's the last. L am. Naw. Interested. Same. You!"

Mishall was about to open his mouth, but Chandra cut first.

"Remember my rich last night. The reason I'm watching you is so I know who sent the video to my wife. If I don't find the culprit, you're the one who sent it!" chandra was full of affirmation in every sentence. "After eating, you get ready. Do not wear open clothing, otherwise get sick!"

***

At lunch, all Chandra said was just some kind of aimless puzzle for Mishall. However, after arriving at a hospital, and seeing a doctor who treated Chandra's friend, he finally found out, and instead made Mishall put on a lazy look.

"Boyou brought me here for my love of that talk? If my job could potentially have HIV disease like this Mr?" mishall asked, when only the three of them were left in the room; chandra, Mishall, and the woman who was lying weakly on the bed. The woman in her 30s looks resigned to her thin body, just waiting for time for her life to entertain the angel of death. "I always use safety every work, so ...."

"What did I do yesterday with safety?" cut Chandra.

Mishall was silent, then smiled sarcastically. "What is sick?"

Chandra shrugged both of his shoulders. "Looking at your carelessness, I doubt you can apply 'safety' to every job, Mishall."

"No idea, sir. Anyway, business later, yes later. The business now is more important. After all, p*lac*r or not, still everything will die."

"Not that problem. My friends have suffered for years, Mishall. Little by little, the disease damages the limbs from within. Today you are paralyzed, tomorrow you cannot move. Every day, you feel dying, but your life has not been uprooted. Do you know how people who have this disease suffer?"

Mishall looked indifferent. "Stay b*nuh selves. I will not be tormented."

Chandra hissed annoyed. "If one of your customers infects you, and you infect your other customers. Don't you feel guilty, Mishall? You don't have a little heart? Because through your intermediary, they are tormented like my friend."

"It's their risk, sir. My customers are all grown-ups, can think which is the choice, which is the obligation. Their obligation is to avoid p*lac*an like me, but they instead choose to be my customers. Yeah, that's their business. I just need to get their money, help them get out of their seeds, already."

Chandra scratched his head in frustration. The woman he was facing right now was too stubborn. This method is not too effective to make him aware.

"Udah is getting late, sir," Mishall's eyes. "There are other customers. If it doesn't matter, I'm leaving."

"No. Cannot. I rent you tonight, and the next night for 1 month."

"Eh, what, sir?"

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...According to you, Chandra can stand it, yes, same Mishall, if Mishall is this beautiful?:v...