My students Canduku
Chapter 5

Chandra left several notebooks to welcome the arrival of his fellow teacher, Hendri. That man is Mishall's homeroom teacher. Chandra asked some of the Mishall family data for an approach.

"Thank you, sir, Hendri," said Chandra, then sat back in his chair.

"No problem, sir. I'm serious, I want to change Mishall. I just don't know, sir, how else is that kid. It's up to him, the important thing is that I stay. He doesn't want to learn anything. Schoolgirls like she's immune if you say it." Hendri let out his heart curses while shaking his head. He moved to a chair in the corner of the room.

Chandra did not care about Hendri's words. He's been checking Mishall's grades since entering High School. Because Mishall's bad news has only been around since the 2nd semester of class XI.

Waws. A year ago, Mishall was ranked second, with an all-high average score, except for sports activities.

Even now, Mishall values are still quite high. Just because it was hindered by absenteeism, he did not enter the ranking ranks.

Returning to the front page of the report, Chandra found out her family history. His father was Raden Sahir Ilyasa .... Chandra frowned suddenly. Is this not the name of the minister of state who died 7 months ago when searched by the KPK for corruption?

"Kok I've been sleeping, huh, sir, all this time? Mishall is Raden Sahir Ilyasa's son? The son of the former minister?" chandra asked Hendri, who was busy evaluating her student duties.

"Emang, Sir. Just, for the sake of maintaining Mishall's mentality, because he was shaken at that time, we rarely discuss his Papa." Hendri shifted the notebooks of the students to be able to provide serious information. "In fact, we haven't issued Mishall because of this, sir. We feel, he's still depressed because of his papa case. But really, yes, the more pampered the child, the more out of his naughty nature. I'm a bit dizzy, sir. Ngeyel mulu. If you keep going, you can just take action and get him out of school."

"This Mishall has the potential, sir, to be a successful man." Chandra closes the Mishall report, as he can draw conclusions about the reason for the girl's deviation.

"If it's pinter, I admit, sir. Attitude is more important than intelligence. Comfort is more important than perfection. However, it will not be at home if the cooperation of people like this Mishall," argued Hendri.

"Father can guarantee, no, Mr. Principal will not go out Mishall, at least until he goes to grade 3 later?"

Hendri raised his eleven eyebrows, intrigued. "Father wants to lead Mishall back to the right path, is that it?"

Chandra welcomed Hendri's remarks with an amused nudity. "More than that, sir."

Hendri's smile disappeared, replaced by a confused look on his face.

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Chandra wants to go to Mishall's house this afternoon, keep the girl until nightfall so as not to go to the nightclub again. However, when the trip was a few meters away, the motor had to stop because of a call from the psychiatrist who handled Shila.

"Mum Shila's situation is much worse than before, sir." That one sentence managed to lure Chandra to take a deep breath.

The highway crowd he ignored, focused on listening to the next speech from the woman named Widya.

"In times like this, Ms. Shila needs the support of her closest people, like a few years ago, and Ms. Shila has absolutely no family now, not even the closest people, except you."

"But, Doc." Chandra frowned deeper and deeper. The helmet that the glass was lifted made him directly exposed to the scorching sun. "I caused her trauma this time. Doesn't it make things worse for my wife?"

"Can we meet, sir? You come to my place, and I'll explain what you'd do."

Chandra was silent for a moment. His head crazily turned to the direction he had gone, also glancing at the streets ahead. The fence of Mishall's house is even visible. He must make sure that the student does not make any more transactions.

"Bu Shila just got you, sir," Widya said.

Also Mishall, for now, only Chandra thinks about the girl. Everyone raised their hands to face him.

"Your wife is sick, sir."

Chandra suddenly let out a rough breath. What did Chandra just think? For the sake of a bad girl named Mishall, he ignored his wife?

The question jolts Chandra's consciousness, and makes him agree to Widya's request immediately. After putting the phone back in the uniform pocket, and lowering the helmet glass, Chandra turned the direction when the streets were a bit leisurely.

...***...

"Doctor see for yourself Shila's response to seeing me?" Chandra restores her hair after entering Widya's car.

"It's much better. Despite being cold, Miss Shila at least did not fight back when she met you. Mr. Chandra just approach Bu Shila like he used to, act like he used to, and dispel his doubts. He can improve, really," Widya replied.

Chandra nodded. His expression could not hide the relief of his wife's state, but there was still something stuck in his mind. In his discussion this time, every few seconds, Chandra would glance towards his watch. Now half eight. I don't know which other guy hired Mishall tonight.

"You have other business, Mr Chandra?" Gelagat Chandra is very easily known by Widya. "I've had enough to explain about your wife, only Mr. Chandra behaved. Every day, I'll help Mr. Chandra approach Ms. Shila."

"No business, Doc." Chandra tried to normalize his expression, but that did not help at all. He could only remain silent until he arrived at Widya's house.

"Sir Chandra won't stop by for a minute? Maybe dinner?"

"No need, Doc. I have a little business outside" Chandra replied as he ran to his Kawasaki Ninja 250. "I'll go home first, Doc." He wears a helmet, turns on the motor. Without waiting for a reply from Widya, immediately pulled the gas, passing the highway at a speed that he could do in this crowded place.

Arriving in front of Mishall's house, he felt that he had hope that the woman had not yet departed, or Mishall recalls Chandra saying yesterday that he was ready to hire Mishall every night so as not to meet the striped men again.

Chandra knocked on the door twice, then paused until the triplex-based object opened, featuring a woman in her 40s, with her hair tied back. Looks very neat, even with clothes.

The woman stared sinisterly at Chandra.

"Mishall is there, Mom?" ask Chandra.

"Nothing, get out. Please go home!" sternly asked.

"Mother's Mama's Mishall, huh?" Chandra slightly shriveled, finding the service less polite, different from the look of the woman who seemed neat, elegant.

"It's none of your business, yes! If you want to hire my son, go to the club there. He sold his body there."

The woman barely closed the door rudely, but Chandra was more quick to hold back.

"Mother just mishall?" ask Chandra.

"But I keep using Mishall's money?"

The woman looked at Chandra fiercely. "Who are you? Too meddling in my affairs with my son!"

"I'm Mishall's teacher, ma'am."

The woman subconsciously took a step back, with an eye aura that was not as sharp as before. Dimming, armara.

"His-his-go?" The woman looked down a little. "M-sorry, Sir. I thought it was anu .. ehhem ...." The nervousness that he hid. "Please come in, sir."

"No. No need. Mishall worked at a club, huh?" ask Chandra.

The woman rubbed her nape riled.

"What time did he leave?" ask Chandra. Need to know the difference in time Mishall left, and he got here. In order to predict, the woman is still peddling, or already serving.

"Four 5, sir."

"Well?" Chandra's surprised. It's too early for someone who usually works late at night. He rubbed his head in annoyance. There is little chance Mishall will still be at the club. Most likely Mishall has been with a guy to the hotel, or I don't know.

However, Chandra always tries the odds, no matter how small it is. So, he slightly nodded at the old lady before him.

"Thank you, Mom. Excuse me." Chandra turned around, took 3 steps, then stopped. "I'll come here often."

Chandra rode his bike, put on a helmet, lowered the glass. Prepare to cross the speed rule for the sake of the student.

Up at the club, Chandra didn't even take off his headgear. It instantly broke through the human gathering in the dizzying light of the lamp. He searched, on every woman who was as tall as his chin, with milk tea colored hair as his back.

Over where? Where is that student?

Of all the women who were swaying, the women who were drunk, or peddling themselves, still did not exist. Or was she really taken away by someone?

Chandra kicked the wind in the original. He wanted to go, but remembered when he came here. Mishall and his female friends came to the VIP room. Providing service on the spot. Chandra immediately turned around, almost running towards his place yesterday, opened the door, and a burst of cigarette smoke pierced his nose. However, it doesn't matter. Because he found his student in front of a man's feet.

Chandra's head throbbed, but he ignored it. Also the question of people about its existence that is considered strange. Chandra immediately pulled Mishall's arm, and immediately felt disgusted by the condition of the girl's watery face everywhere. In fact, Mishall was already in a state of severe drunkenness.

God fucking.

"Let's go home. Your place is not here!" Chandra pulled Mishall out of the room, but the man Mishall was serving stood in the way.

"Lu who brought my jal*ng? Lepasin, or my men make you battered." With a contrived arrogant face, the long-haired man smiled sarcastically. Glanced at his men who were still sitting on the sofa, looking reluctant to release the women on their laps.

"First, I'm the teacher of this boy. Do you know what age he is? 16 years! I can take you to jail for being in contact with a minor." Chandra lifted the glass of his helmet, raising a sharp gaze. "Second, I accept your offer to duel here, but need you, and you all know, I'm here silat expert, Muay Thai, Ninjutsu, karate, and Krav Maga. I don't want to fight a weak human being, let alone kill someone who isn't my level."

There was no talk for a moment, until Mishall chirped. "Sir Chandra is cool too."

Chandra punched the belly of the man in front of him who was still reluctant to move, using the side side of his hand to slam into the old man's neck, then as his opponent slightly ducked down, he fell down, he used his knee to hit Mishall's customer's head. Mishall applauded, only briefly, as he was immediately dragged away by Chandra.

"P-Pak, my 6 million ...." Mishall turned to extend a hand toward the door he passed, but was weakened by Chandra's pull.

Chandra helps Mishall up, and forces the woman to lean on his back, and to hug his waist. They head to Tristan's apartment which happens to be snagged the owner is on a trip abroad.

Chandra immediately took Misha to the bathroom upon their arrival there. Use a shower to flush Mishall with cold water. Until the girl screamed and cursed.

"Mandy! At the door I put my clothes on" Chandra said, putting the shower back on the spot after realizing that Mishall was conscious by now. He came out, took Tristan's new clothes, because the owner was very rare in Indonesia. Then put it down like the saying.

Chandra lays her body on the bed with her arms cushioned. Repeatedly adjust his breath to stay calm in the midst of emotions.

"Sir Chandra why the hell, bother me?" mishall asked annoyed. The woman appears in a well-fitting black shirt, and a boxer. He chose to sit on the sofa and stared lazily at his teacher who was still lying down. "I still have 4 million in their money. Because of you, a dime doesn't exist, sir. This Mr. Chandra's. Severer. I swear."

Chandra turned sideways to Mishall, smiling triumphantly. "Do my face look concerned?"

Mishall throws his phone at Chandra without caring about his status anymore.

"What is your wife's name? Let me come, and say the video is an edit. He must have believed in me. After that, Mr. Chandra can't disrupt my life anymore. Stress know, sir!"

"It was because of the video." Chandra changes position to wake up. "But I feel sorry for your life. Just because of the rupiah paper, you sell yourself. Jesus, Mishall. The woman's self-esteem is in her shame. You manain ashamed of you?"

"Bodo. Shame on not giving money." Mishall shrugged both of his shoulders indifferently. "By the way, you know what?" His expression turned serious. "In school, it's not just me who works like this. There are still some other women."

Chandra immediately put on an interested expression.

"I will call them, if you promise, they will take care of them, make them repent, insyaf, or something. But don't take care of me again. How's it?" bargain Mishall. "This work, only you know. So secure. If you help make other students repent, you will definitely be called a hero."

Chandra nodded seriously, never taking his eyes off Mishall.

"I'll say a name, will you, sir? But this abis, don't bother me, will you?"

Mishall took a deep breath, but Chandra immediately showed his palm. Mishall's confused.

"My goal is you, not them."

Mishall squinted. "Be kind and half." Then he widened his eyes.

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