My students Canduku
Chapter 7

This afternoon, as yesterday, Chandra went to Mishall's house again to flank the student. He hurriedly got off the bike when he found out Mishall was ready with his neat appearance.

"Where are you going?" chandra asked, directly, when dealing with Mishall.

This time, Mishall's mom is out of nowhere. So it should be, can be free if you want to fight.

Mishall stared lazily at his teacher, with one hand shaking his waist.

"According to Mr. Chandra, where to?" Mishall turned back, asking.

"Don't tell me you want to go back to your old job! I won't let you, Mishall!"

"Whose kayak is that? Kan Mr. Chandra who yesterday gave me a new job. I want to go to work." Mishall replied in a high tone, having brought the direction of the conversation everywhere. He took out a mask from his small sash, then put on it. "Sir Chandra wants to take me, or stop me from working?"

"Pinter's son!" Chandra unreservedly pressed his right palm over Mishall's head, rubbing the girl's brown hair with anxiety. However, only a few seconds, because Mishall brushed aside firmly. Chandra seemed to have no objection to this attitude of her students. "Come, I'll take you!"

Mishall still remained unmoved while Chandra had already turned around, walking towards his favorite motorcycle. Not what, the skinship that Chandra does, although fairly simple as a father to child, still makes the woman's heart beat special. He had to catch his breath, and suppress that feeling, before catching up with Chandra on his bike.

Arriving at the parking lot, Chandra immediately wanted to enter the restaurant, but Mishall held his teacher's arm. Makes Chandra frown for a moment.

"Sir Chandra forgot status or what, anyway?" Mishall showed a stark look. "Sir Chandra is married. If anyone sees Mr. Chandra bonceng women, it will be a public talk." He took out another mask from his bag. "Here, let no one know. Later my name will also be shaved."

Chandra received the mask. Before wearing it, he smiled, creating a deep dimple on his right cheek. Sweet. Mishall gulped involuntarily when he saw the rare sight.

"Come on!" take Chandra, first enter the restaurant area.

One of the women greeting near the door immediately recognized Mishall, and led him to the area within the restaurant. Chandra still follows, though it should, the task is done after making sure Mishall really starts to change.

"Pak Arfan told me about you. He said, during the experiment, you will serve public visitors first. After passing the experiment, you can be appointed as a VVIP servant later." The female worker explained in detail to Mishall about her work, also giving her a distinctive shiny brown uniform, with a knee-length black subordinate skirt, as well as a matching hit tie. "Your task will be enough between orders. So try to stay near the kitchen, and wait for directions, yes. Because before you did not undergo trainee period, so try, your steps are firm, elegant, and professional. That determines whether you progress as a VVIP waitress, or not."

"Okey" answered Mishall.

A little, there was anxiety on his face. Just this time, he would interact with many people, whom anyone could recognize. However, as he glanced at Chandra who was behind this female worker, his anxiety slightly lessened. Moreover, as Chandra bends his right arm, with his clenched hands showing a spirit support. Mishall smiled faintly behind his mask.

Mishall was directed to change clothes first in the room next to the kitchen. It only took five minutes, he was ready. Her hair was purposely tied short height, to make it slightly different. Special square glasses geeky girl who originally thought would not be used, had to be used. To reduce its resemblance to a normal day. Let no one recognize.

On his way out, Mishall is a little confused looking for Chandra who is no longer in place. However, his quest could not continue when someone called out to him, giving him a tray.

"Bring it to table number 27." The mature woman's stern remarks showed that professionalism is not playing around here.

Mishall immediately fixed his body's gesture. Walk gracefully towards the middle of the crowd of foreign humans. He grew nervous, as his tail caught a table filled by some of his former Junior High friends, when Mishall was still rich. A little daunted, but Mishall tried to focus on the goal. He did not even say friendly pleasantries to the visitors after putting the food. It felt like running straight away, hiding in the kitchen so that no one would recognize.

"Here, drop me off for table number 11!"

However, having just been in the kitchen area, there was another decree. Mishall flirted on the spot. The table in question is side by side with his acquaintance. If he makes a mistake, he will definitely be recognized and scorned.

"Sorrys. Could it be something else first? It's his first day at work. Not used to." Chandra came out of nowhere, stood next to Mishall and tried to arrange everything as he could.

"Therefore, don't work in an elite place if there's no training!" The woman was upset. "Huh, mentang-pang recommended the same team boss, very easy to get work. We-we're here to rehearse first once, that's also if accepted." The snags are still long, but with a slower tone.

Chandra was indifferent, and focused on this woman who was as tall as her neck. He clasped Mishall's wrist gently, dragging him into the room where Mishall had changed. Because only here is quiet. Chandra helps Mishall sit on the floor, then he catches up with worry.

"Why?" ask Chandra.

Mishall took off his mask. "There's my friend, sir. I'm ashamed that they saw me suffer like this." He snorted amusedly at his present state. "I am definitely being ridiculed. Yes, I'm lazy to do this job. Easily recognized. Mending to be a p*lacur."

"Hey, Mishall." Chandra moved a little of her body. Using both palms on Mishall's cheeks, he brought the girl to look at him. "Good roads are always rocky. But it can be passed over. Because *******human test, broken down into small. While the road is bad, it is initially smooth, because******life is at the end, mounting. Because you are accustomed to the smooth road, you will find it difficult to face the real test of life. As a result, you can be easily destroyed. I'm not you you are so. You walk this rocky path slowly. You are not alone. I'll help you out."

Mishall stared into his teacher's eyes without blinking. Enchanted by all the charm Chandra has to offer. Body pulling, yes. Charming voice, yes. Also a speech that always gives a loud debate. Mishall was completely bewitched for a few minutes.

Until, the ringing of the cell phone shocked the two humans. Chandra automatically backs off, pulling the phone out of his jeans pocket. He shifted the green icon, then placed the flat object in the ear.

"Hello" said Chandra first. The caller was Widya, definitely concerning the important matter about Shila.

"Sir Chandra, can you go home for a while now? Some of Ms. Shila's confidants came to demand the right to take care of Ms. Shila. I'm confused here. While Miss Shila should not be stressed during the therapy period."

Chandra did not immediately reply, for the first time, Shila's affairs suddenly shifted slightly from her life priorities. He turned to Mishall who put on an innocent kepo face. However, if you look at the status, Chandra can not ignore Shila at all, because women are the main responsibility. While Mishall, only a student, as long as it is not in the school environment and does not wear a uniform, it is not Chandra's responsibility anymore.

"okkey. I'll get there right away" Chandra replied later.

After the connection was switched off, he approached Mishall again. He held out the hand that the girl immediately greeted. Chandra helped him up.

"I have to go. My wife needs me now." Chandra gave an explanation with an uncomfortable expression. "You all right, yeah, right here? Don't back off, okay? I know, Mishall can deal with everything calmly. You are a brave woman." The man was about to give another swipe at Mishall's head, but the student took two steps back instead.

"Please, Sir." Mishall turned his face to the floor. "Not coming back, huh? I can deal with everything myself, really."

"I'll come back here later, after my wife's business is done."

"Sir Chandra is aware, isn't he? Chandra sir is past the teacher-student limit?" Mishall put on his regret mask, so that his disrelief could be hidden. "Too interfere! Go there, Mr. Chandra's crazy wife!" Indeed, Mishall did not know about the state of his teacher's wife, but in order to provoke Chandra's anger, he needed to do that. So Chandra doesn't have to show Mishall any more concern.

"Mayall ...." Sure enough, Chandra immediately growled furiously.

Mishall put on his mask, wanting to get out of the room. However, his arm was held roughly so he bounced back to where he was standing earlier.

"I'll be back here. Like it or not" whispered Chandra firmly. "I'll help and accompany you to all the problems. This is my promise, Mishall."

While Chandra spoke confidently, Mishall dropped a glance at the white tile. He was hesitating about the defense of his heart now.

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