My students Canduku
Chapter 6

"You like it, yes, same me?" guess Mishall soon.

"There are, you!" chandra Stuff. "You have a big influence on all the other students. If you change, everything will automatically change like you." Chandra gave an answer, but his interlocutor was still unmoved. "For example, I take care of the students you mean, you really want to come with them to change? No right? Because you're the demon here. If the demon I tame, his followers will also follow tame."

Mishall rotated his eyeballs, then snorted heavily. "Papak Kayak's mouth has no manners."

"Where, huh? You yourself are softened, don't put it." Chandra shrugged both of his shoulders unconcerned.

"Udah, Sir? If so, I want to go home. Jengkelin this Mr. Chandra. I haven't been sincere about the 6 million problem, yes!"

"Later help me change. You slept on that couch. I can't let you go home tonight. You can go back to the club again" said Chandra. He threw a blanket and a pillow at Mishall.

"It should be the father who gave up. So the male is a little. Sleep on the couch if you don't want to sleep together" complained Mishall.

"First, I need a good night's sleep to face hundreds of your kayaking students tomorrow. Second, I am married. Third, I'm not interested in you, little boy." Chandra slams her body on the bed, changing her back to Mishall.

Silent moment.

"By the way, Chandra sir could have been 5 martial arts earlier? How cool?" Mishall set the pillow, lying on his back facing the ceiling of the room.

"I love watching anime."

Mishall turned to Chandra's back.

"Whoa. Mubazir dong my admiration for Mr. Chandra earlier." Mishall turned around, turning his back to Chandra, with his hands and feet hugging the back of the sofa. "Boiled."

Comfortable. Like hugging someone. Mishall quickly fell asleep.

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After confirming that Widya will handle Shila's affairs, Chandra leaves immediately after changing into a casual outfit and lunch. The motorbike took the man to Mishall's house.

Arriving there, Chandra has not come down from the bike at all. Just raising the helmet so that she could clearly see the student was well dressed, while her mother, who was sitting casually on the terrace, looked stiff.

"M-Mishall, you don't go out, son. I'm going to make money, you don't have to work, do you?" mama Mishall said.

While the young girl looked at Chandra and her mother lazily. Then grunt. Nothing could change Mishall's life for the better, except himself. Strangers can only advise not these, but they can not help Mishall fix something. They can only talk a lot. Ah, let alone a stranger, his own mother could do nothing but give advice. The ends? Enjoy Mishall's ill-gotten money.

Mishall took a deep breath first as he focused the direction of the view only on Chandra. He put up a lazy mimic that was deliberately clarified, so that the teacher who is a hobby to interfere with the problem knows, that Mishall hates him.

"What's? Mr Chandra wants to ban me from working again? Huh huh? Can, sir, can. As long as Mr. Chandra can give me money. Every day I will not go out, as long as Mr. Chandra wants to meet the needs of my life. Can't do? Is clear! Father and other people can only be prohibited without giving any help! F*ck this ****! If you don't really care about me, why don't you shut the fuck up?"

"Whoa .. relax!" Contrary to his mother who had been swayed in the chair to see the child cursing his own teacher, Chandra instead looked calm and gave a grunt of his gel. "Let's ride. I give you a solution. Because, I'm really f*cking care about you." Then at the end of the sentence, it is clear that Chandra's expression changed from cheerful to cold, obvious from the eyes and her lips were thinning.

Mishall was silent on the spot. His chest seemed to clearly move up and down as his breathing roared rapidly. The look of nyalang shrouded in annoyance was still imprinted in his eyes. Up to a few minutes, the two were in a state of war with each other in gazes. Until Mishall snorted violently, then walked towards Chandra. Ride on his bike rough.

"Alright if there's just a lot of bacot doang."

Chandra cancelled his intention to pull the gas motor. He looked a little at Mishall.

"Do you know who you're talking to, Mishall? I'm not your friend, you know."

"Look away. From the beginning, I always try to be polite with you, if you do not take care of my business. But now, Mr. Chandra is a big hobby in my career."

"Career?" Chandra snorts. He left the yard of Mishall's house.

I don't know how long it will take until the two reach a very crowded restaurant. The 3-story building managed to make Mishall open his mouth wide. Armony Restaurant, who does not know? Almost all celebrities and selebgrams have uploaded their photos in this most prestigious place.

"Why are we here, sir?" ask Mishall. From the moment he got off the bike, until he was standing rigidly in his place now, his gaze was never diverted from this building.

"Come on." Instead of answering, Chandra chose to directly invite Mishall in to touch this luxury restaurant.

If calculated, Mishall had been here very often with his friends before the father died. However, after his life changed, he never set foot here again.

Since entering, they were greeted by two women who showed an empty dining area. Chandra ignores this and asks where her best friend, restaurant owner Arfan, is. Because the two women were familiar with Chandra's relationship with superiors, they explained Arfan's position now.

"On the third floor, sir. VVIP room."

Chandra nodded, then gestured for Mishall to follow him. He went to the elevator, which was very rarely used, only for important people. Chandra only needs to tell her purpose to an adult man dressed as a typical restaurant employee, and the man immediately helps her with the elevator.

"Why are we here, sir? Kirain wants lunch, that's it." Mishall opened his voice, in a more friendly tone than when he was at home. Uh, he really looks like a real demon when he vents his frustration.

"Lunch here? Huh! One meal here, for one person only, the price could be equivalent to my salary a month. I can't believe you're eating here."

Mishall did not reply anymore. He looked down and put on his sour face. Until, they arrived on the third floor. Arfan stood in front of the elevator, looking like he wanted to get off.

"Sorrys. I'm also impromptu, make him this." Chandra turned towards Mishall who was only listening to their chatter.

"I think I know a girl? Just dickin!" Arfan closed his eyes, seemingly thinking hard about his brain memory. "But where? Seriously, I think I've seen his face."

"In the club," said Chandra who immediately replied to a sparkling face from Arfan.

"Ay yes. He is yes, which makes you finally melt also the same *******." Arfan without any burden to rest in front of his friend and screw object, echoing up to the corner of the room. Safe, because there is no one else here other than the three of them. "Keep what now? Want to try the thrill at the VVIP restaurant? Be able. I give you 50% off%."

"Lo's mouth can be braked, can't it? I came here for my students. Is there any empty work here?"

"work? Is your student not at home working layanin guy? It's delicious, you can get money-siswi you say? That student of yours?" Arfan from the cheerful suddenly changed in shock. "Anjrite! How old are you?"

"It's none of your business!" mishall's reply to Arham. He looked at Chandra. "Working, sir? Seriously? No need. I'm working here."

"Mishall! It's the best solution in my opinion, than you have to work on a striped man's bed out there!" Chandra stared hard at Mishall. This woman asked for a solution, right?

"No way, sir! Isha! If I see it, I'm ashamed!"

"So, undress for just any man is not ashamed, is that it?"

"It's different, sir. That one's privacy. No one knows me. Lah, this, public. Everyone can see me at any time."

"What does the problem go? You just serve customers, between drinks, food, no need to undress! Holy jeez!" Chandra was completely consumed with Mishall's thoughts.

"No way!"

Instead of facing his wife who has a little mental disorder, Mishall this fool is much more confusing for Chandra.

"Infant. One of the men who hired you turned out to be a student's parent. Keep fitting there's a school event, the guy look at you. Are you not ashamed, considered a broken woman with others?" It takes extra patience for Chandra to explain. "Mishall, at least here, you will be looked up to by other people. I just want you to look elegant, classy, valuable, in the eyes of others. Not as a woman who is ready to open the thighs for all men. I just want what's best for you."

Chandra's speaking opponent was just unmoved, uninterested. While Arfan listened to cengo.

"The salary here is also high, really. Yeah, right, Fan?" Chandra shifted her focus to Arfan who was smiling amusedly at the teacher's quarrel.

"Ten million a month" answered Arfan.

"Mayall ...." Chandra called again. However, the student remained silent with his haughty face.

Arfan smiled more and more at the frustrated face of Chandra who was eager to straighten the way of the girl.

"Lo can wear a mask if you want, or anything that can cover your identity. A fake name might be." So Arfan raised his voice to help his friend.

Mishall's expression changed instantly. Slightly softened with a doubtful expression.

"If you are easily trained and professional in work, just be a VVIP server. You will rarely interact with others, and your salary can be up to 15 million per month." Additional explanation Arfan increasingly makes Mishall worried.

Chandra where he stood. Why Arfan is so easy to influence this girl.

"He's a lowly work prestige, Chandra. Masa you don't understand, anyway. He was ashamed that anyone knew him as a restaurant waiter" replied Arfan who was adept at recognizing Chandra's confused expression. "Lo must have been from the rich, right your friends?"

Mishall misbehaved in his place. He tucked the child's hair behind the ear, so Chandra quickly caught Arfan's point.

"Lo can work from tomorrow ... Mishalls. Inget, I only hire professionals. So if it's just playing around, you want to prepare me, even sodara though, still I won't defend working here." The witty Arfan, looked a little serious for his warning.

"O-okay. I'll be a professional" replied Mishall.

Chandra's smile widened. Finally .... However, he could not immediately release his hands.

"Gue also wants to work part time here, Fan. I'll start work tomorrow!" Chandra.

"Well, who's your permission?"

"Here, that's so much you're just like yourself!"

"Urusin noh, you crazy bini lo!"

Chandra's carefree expression instantly changed. "Don't take my wife!" Additional assertive remarks from Chandra, proving that he does not like his life partner to be a joke Arfan.

From there, Mishall was silent. He initially thought that this teacher was approaching just to get his body for free. However, seeing how resolute Chandra is about the wife, he knows, his teacher is not playing around in matters of loyalty.

If so-Mishall tightly closed God, reduce the hard beat in Mishall's chest, which is specific to his teacher.

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