My students Canduku
Chapter 8

The front page of the house is filled with three luxury cars, each costing more than 3 billion rupiah. Chandra parked his motorbike, on the side of the house, then ran into the house through the door that was wide open.

Chandra took steps as she was greeted by five men in their 30s in the living room. Everything is dressed formally, typical office— people with some people holding a special map.

"Sir, try not to make a fuss, yeah. Miss Shila is resting on top." Widya who was standing next to Chandra whispered softly. He retreated slowly, then left this impromptu meeting room.

Chandra approached them. Although not equal in education matters, but the thoughtful expression Chandra showed was enough to deal with these experienced people. Honestly, there was a bit of anxiety in her, but since Chandra was convinced they were coming because of Shila, then Chandra had to deal with it. For the wife.

"What's wrong? Tumben member of the top leadership of the Vellecia Company came here." The end of Chandra's sentence included her friendly thin smile. Staring at them one by one to guess, the purpose of these five people.

One of them—about 35 years old, standing up while fixing the location of his work coat.

"We want Ms. Shila to choose between us to take care of it."

The answer could not prevent Chandra to express confused and amused.

"What right do you have to take care of my wife? While I—husband, still alive and well here. I can still take care of Shila until old age, until the end of her life." Chandra couldn't keep his voice intonated for the better, due to Shila's breach of trust workers' limits.

"We already know, Mr. Chandra." The man approached Chandra, leaving a distance of less than two meters. "You are the cause of Bu Shila's return to trauma and are in a bad state now, because of your affair case."

Chandra cannot move in place, with her eyes perfectly widened. Where can this problem leak from? The moment the interlocutor touched Chandra's shoulder, the man immediately dodged.

"For the sake of mental health Bu Shila, one of us—as the trust of her late parents, will take care of Ms. Shila, until she recovers." The grown man widened his smile, which to Chandra was like a mockery.

"S—I can still take care of Shila ...." Chandra is out of words. He couldn't lose Shila, but how about facing these five influential people?

"If you stay with you, Miss Shila will never be able to heal." The youngest man in the suit raised his voice. "Indeed, yesterday you helped her heal, but now you're making Ms. Shila even sicker now."

The man before Chandra nodded in response to the input.

"really. We can't make our boss sicker just because they see you every day. For a quick healing process, Ms. Shila must be treated. Also all the inheritance, the company, everything we'll take care of together."

Chandra knows. The promise of the man in front of him was just a word. By seeing how the old man smiled, Chandra knew, they would rather take care of Shila's wealth than their own owners. In fact, the worst possibility is that they can do the fatal thing just to achieve their goal: to be rich on the property of others.

"Can't!" reply Chandra cold. Both of his hands were clenched on the sides of the body, preventing emotions from igniting higher.

"Oh, we won't ask your permission, Mr. Chandra. Because we're the one who sent Miss Shila's parents to take care of her."

The old man was about to turn around leaving Chandra, but it wasn't that easy. Chandra could not help the speed of his fist landing on the jaw of the adult man earlier.

"I TOLD YOU, I DON'T WANT TO GIVE UP MY WIFE TO YOU!" Not quite satisfied yet, as the other four were staring at Chandra lowly. "I'M HER HUSBAND! HER HUSBAND! I HAVE MORE RIGHT TO TAKE CARE OF MY WIFE THAN YOU! DON'T EXPECT SHILA TO FALL INTO YOUR HANDS BEFORE I DIE!"

Two of the four men helped the grown man Chandra had just hit, propping up so he could stand up perfectly.

"As I said. We don't need your permission, Mr. Chandra— to bring Ms. Shila. Enough with the evidence of infidelity You've proven how bad your character is to be a husband." The oldest one said, so casually sitting on the sofa.

*del! Chandra is strengthening her fist even more now. In fact, his jaw was hardened.

"Have you guys talked about this with me before?" The clear voice was heard, provoking all the views towards the stairs that form a circle—in the woman in the red dress. "You seem to have forgotten the details of my Papa's trust, and have broken your limits as my errand boy." Shila descended the saplings of the stairs with a sharp highlight that managed to subdue the gazes of the five subordinates. Except for Chandra, because her husband returned his gaze.

Arriving at the ground floor, Shila stood beside Chandra. Lifting the corners of his lips thinly, focusing his gaze on the five men in suits. While behind her back, Shila's two hands squeezed each other—trying to control herself as it was standing next to Chandra.

Everything spontaneously went deep.

"Okay, Miss Shila." The five with bodies ducked down, passed Shila and went straight from there. The luxury cars regularly leave the yard.

Chandra was relieved, but not in the next second. When his cheek was hit by a strong pain. Shila, the culprit, slapped Chandra until the man's face had red marks, as well as a scratch.

Shila's breath shook after doing that. He hid his trembling hands behind his body, and his gaze was diverted to another place.

"Don't think I rejected them because I still love you." Shila moved away, towards the single sofa that was directly facing Chandra. "I'm not satisfied with what you've done."

Chandra glanced at Widya who was standing on the top floor, just listening. The woman gave a nod, convincing Chandra to approach.

Although the squeaks were still visible on her cheeks, there were even scratches that produced fresh blood, Chandra did not want to care. He knelt down in front of Shila who turned his face away. Chandra grabbed Shila's hand for her to hold it gently. He looked up at his wife even though she looked neglected.

"If my slap can ease your irritation, go ahead, Shila. If you want to hurt me physically, go ahead. Out of all the annoyance and anger you—" Chandra had not finished speaking, but a punch had already landed on his face. His ears were ringing because of it.

"illness?" ask Shila. Showing again his trembling smile. "That's not how much. I ... I want to hurt you .. mutilate you .. torture you ... I want to kill you!" The woman strengthened her feelings with a clutch of hands.

"Mu Shila."

Luckily, before Shila made her threat, Widya had already taken her focus.

"Come, rest." Widya's invitation was immediately accepted by Shila. However, before actually moving on, Shila used her knees to kick Chandra.

Shila was first allowed to climb upstairs. Widya moves quickly to help Chandra until the man is perfectly seated on the sofa. Chandra pulled the phone out of his pocket, as it rang. A message from Mishall. He hadn't even left the woman in two hours, but there was more.

Mishall Afifah

Mr ... Chandra sir is busy? Last time, sir. Help me, will you? I have a problem here. I don't know how it is.

Chandra was about to stand up, but Widya was arrested.

"It's best to stay here, sir." Widya leaves Chandra in a deep confusion. "Bu Shila will need you later. So, stay here."

How's now? Saving his students, or looking after his wife?

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