Chapter 6 Luna Sandra

"Congratulations!" Tony's screams echoed through the room, and they were celebrating graduation from a research course in a bar that night. Everyone seemed to rejoice at their graduation, but only Fajar didn't smile; he just poured his soda into a glass and drank it little by little.

Andy smiled sheepishly since Tony didn't stop praising him constantly a few minutes ago. "You saw, when Mr. Arnold announced the result, how we were amazed because only Andy got a perfect A. Wow, that's very great! Congratulations, Andy. Congratulations. We are very proud to have a friend like you." Tony raised the glass of soda to the center. He waited, but only Andy raised his glass and then said, "Well, thank you."

"Hey, never mind, Fajar. At least you also get an A, even though it is A-minus," Tony tried to comfort Fajar.

Fajar didn't respond to Tony's words at all.

"You know that no one ever gets an A-plus for a research course. Mr. Charles is famous for being a stingy rater. How can you subdue him so you can get A-plus?" Tony's eyes lit up brightly, "What did he ask you to bring him to his knees?" Tony exclaimed; he said it in a dazed manner.

Andy shook his head. "Alright, stop it. It was just a coincidence, I was studying it, and he asked about it so that I could answer," Andy said as if it was no big deal. However, Tony didn't believe it, "What are you saying? Didn't you study international capital markets? While your examiner taught rural business, it's clear that inflation in rural and international is not the same. You two must have a huge gap. But… but… see, you even can answer that question perfectly. Bravo! Superb! Extraordinary! Who doesn't know Mr. Charles is a monster who enjoys seeing his students freak out, but today, you made his mouth unable to open. Hahaha." Tony continued to laugh while Andy poured another soda into his glass; he just shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of the drink.

Fajar's cell phone rings, he picks it up. "Hello," said Fajar to his interlocutor.

"Fajar, where are you?" It's a woman's voice. "It's so loud, and I can't hear you.

"Just say it. I'm at the bar." Fajar's face was downcast; he tapped his free finger on the table, looking uninspired.

The voice of a woman called Fajar could be heard as far as Andy was sitting. "There are two high school students who are looking for a private tutor. Do you want to take it," said the Woman.

Tony and Andy stopped their conversation when Fajar's index finger was on his lips.

"Two children? I am overwhelmed if I take two children at once; maybe I will take only one. How much do they pay?" asked Fajar leaning his back on the chair. He waited for his female friend's answer.

"The girl will pay you 100 dollars per month for twelve meetings--" Fajar frowned. His mind was thinking, how little payment he would get. "Then for the boy, he will give you two hundred dollars a month for twelve meetings." Suddenly Fajar burst into laughter, even a small child can choose which one is more.

"Okay, you already know which one I will choose," Fajar replied, "I will offer the girl to my friend."

The person who contacted Fajar snorted. "You are indeed materialistic."

"Realistic," Fajar replied, grinning.

"Okay. When will I get the answer? Who is your friend who can teach this girl?" the woman asked again.

It was seen that Fajar thought for a moment, "I will ask my friend first. Tomorrow, the answer will be coming."

"Well. I'll wait. Ahm ... for the boys, he asked me to be taught next week."

"Does not matter. Where's his house?"

"I'll send you the location."

Fajar smiled and said, "Okay." The phone connection is ended.

The sound of the music booming was deafening. Several women are milling about around them, not infrequently some women came to them. "Drink?" offered one of the women who immediately sat on Fajar's lap. Fajar has a tall, athletic build, his face is firm, and his gaze is deadly. Women will fall to their knees at his charming and sensual smile. "Not tonight, Miss," Fajar said, touching the line of the woman's cheek, which was only a few inches from her current face.

"But you haven't been here in a long time. You don't want me to be with you anymore?" the Woman asked hoarsely.

Fajar put his lips on the woman's cheek, then whispered, "Tonight I am theirs," then the two laughed together. Before leaving, the woman kissed Fajar on the lips and said, "You have to give me a long time tomorrow.

"Tomorrow doesn't mean tomorrow, right?" Fajar replied, hugging the woman's waist.

"Say hello to that handsome friend of yours, my three friends standing there are crazy about him. They bet that your friend can last until morning."

Fajar glanced at Andy, and he knew that she meant Andy. "He's off-limits. He's dating the guy next to him."

Andy and Tony almost spat out the soda they had just drunk.

"Shit," Andy growled.

Hearing Fajar's answer, the woman immediately got up from her seat. "Are you serious? My friends are going to be heartbroken, I have to tell the Ladies right away, so they can find something else."

When the woman left, Tony widened his eyes and said, "What did you say to the woman!"

Fajar didn't feel guilty at all; he lightly said, "I said that on purpose to save both of you. They are dangerous, and they are very wild. They won't let you go easily knowing you two are normal."

"Damn it!" Tony complained. "So you think that wild woman only suits you? You know, I'm hard to get a woman! I'm here to get one."

Fajar just laughed, and he tried to distract his two friends. "Hey, I have a job for one of you guys. There is a high school student who is looking for a private tutor. She is a girl, and very beautiful. Who would want to take on such a lucrative job?"

Because Fajar just mentioned his pride, Tony didn't answer Fajar's question at all, and he turned his head the other way. Andy knew how hard it would be to make money in the future, he had been struggling with his job for seventeen years, and his salary was very hard to increase, so he said with an open heart, "Okay, I'll take this job."

Fajar smiled; he was happy that this matter had been appropriately resolved. "I will tell my friend. She must be happy to hear this news."

Tony scowled, his face sulking. "Hey, Fajar. Can you rectify what you just said to the lady? Would you please tell me that I'm not Andy's girlfriend? I'm straight, and I guarantee I can overwhelm them with my naughty way."

Fajar ignored Tony's chatter; he called his friend and said, "Hey, thank me, I've got my friend who will teach the girl."

"Is that true?"

"Yes. Please give me the location of the girl, and later I will give it to my friend."

"Well. I'll send it. I'll also send you her cell phone number."

Fajar nodded. "Okay, what's the girl's name?"

"Wait a moment. I forgot her name. Ah, here it is; thank goodness I noted it down. Her name is Luna. Luna Sandra."