The Devil's Touch
#40
Maxime and Jack are in the principal's room with the door shut tight so no one can see Maxime sitting casually on the sofa.
Maxime lit a cigarette with a lighter, sucked and exhaled cigarette smoke on the table.
"There's no good name other than Muklis shit*n?!" pissed Maxime.
"That's great, the first guard's name's a little kampungungan, so you have to keep up with her name. Very suitable, Asep and Muklis." Jack restrained his laughter then picked up the coffee on the table and gulped it down a bit.
Maxime clucked. "That doesn't fit! I'm the leader of the Yakuza and Antraxs!"
"So you're a mafia?"
Maxime nodded.
"Now? Mafia or security guard?" ask Jack again.
"Satpam," said Maxime slowly making Jack chuckle.
"Shut up!" maxime's jolt felt led by Jack.
Maxime's phone on the vibrating table, Miw-Miw's name on it. He took his cell phone on the table.
"Kakkkkk .." - whine Miwa.
"What's wrong?" ask Maxime.
"Can't I be a secretary at the company?"
"Secretary?"
"Yes. Can you, brother?"
"No!"
"Pliss." Miwa whines on the phone.
"There's Arsen" said Maxime.
"I'm secretary to Arsen, but he has to take care of the company alone. You're more often in a petshop, huh ..."
"He can count on even alone! anyway you understand what being a secretary is? just stay in the mansion!"
"I understand brother, I understand being a secretary must obey what Arsen said later. I can do it, though."
"No Miwa!"
"I asked for permission with Daddy and Mommy, they said yes!"
"What?!" Maxime seemed to not believe why his parents let Miwa into the company even though Miwa was very closely guarded so that people did not know that the woman was Javier's youngest child.
"So, besides my last name doesn't use De Willson's surname, people won't know about me."
Maxime clucked while stomping his forehead. "Alright, brother tell Arsen first."
Although a little doubt Miwa became a secretary if both parents had intervened and gave permission to Miwa, how else.
"Really Brother?" miwa's voice sounded so happy. And Maxime replied with deheman then turned off his phone.
He sent a message to Arsen and kept his phone back on the table.
*
Meanwhile, in class the atmosphere was so quiet, not because the class was empty but because there was an impromptu mathematical repetition that made the students' brains work harder to find answers.
During a long holiday, their math teacher asked that all tasks be well understood.
And this is the intent of his tribute, a dizzying replay of this done after the ceremony was over.
Maxime walked quickly in the hallway and when he was about to pass the Milan class he slowed his footsteps while staring at Milan from behind the window.
Seen Milan is biting the tip of the pencil, the girl looks dizzy with the matter of his repetition.
It is always like that, when taught by Maxime Milan is difficult to understand.
Seeing Milan bewildered Maxime sends a message to Jack. And five minutes later from the front Jack walked over to Maxime with a lazy face while shaking his head.
Without further ado Jack knocked on the door of the Milan class, all of the students looked up and turned towards the door. Except for Milan, the girl only realized that there is Maxime who is now looking at her.
The math teacher who sat down walked up to Jack in the doorway.
"Sorry, Sir. Can come with me for a minute."
"But I'm watching them repeat" said the math teacher.
"Ah it's okay, there's Max-I mean Muklis, there's Mr. Muklis here."
"Sir Muklis can help us for a minute." Jack said to Maxime. And the man walked closer to Jack.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Please keep an eye on these children, I have business with him for a moment." Jack pointed to the math teacher standing in front of him.
Maxime nodded. "Good."
Jack and the math teacher leave, Maxime comes in and sits in the teacher's chair. The other student looked so happy that she unconsciously continued to look at Maxime with a smile on her face.
"Do your duty!" maxime said coldly to those who kept staring at him.
"Huhh basic woman teaser!" ledek Alvin to Shalma who constantly steals views to Maxime.
Shalma looked back, at Alvin's seat.
"Apaan anyway, meddling mulu. Jealousy huh!" annoyed Shalma while turning her eyeballs.
"But who is jealous!" alvin Sahut.
Maxime clapped the table making everyone jump in shock. "Work!"
Suddenly all the students looked down for fear of seeing Maxime's serious face. They think Maxime will let them cheat each other, real Maxime more fierce than his math teacher.
"Good. Good luck!" shalma.
Five minutes of walking time, Maxime still noticed Milan who only changed the position of the pencil only. The tip of the pencil was bitten, now he tapped his own head with the tip of the pencil as if asking his brain to think looking for answers.
Maxime snorted seeing Milan had no development at all, he moved from his seat walking around the students pretending to check their paper. Then walk to the back table.
Until finally Maxime stood next to Milan and saw the paper replicas belonging to the girl and it turned out to be empty.
There was not a single answer that Milan wrote, the girl just wrote the name on her paper.
"Is that hard?" maxime said slowly.
Milan looked up slowly and then nodded.
"Multiple, 12×12."
Milan immediately counted what Maxime told him to do. After getting the results Maxime again said.
"High area use pythagorean formula."
Milan looked up then shook his head with a hearty face asking to be told his answer directly.
"Forgot?" asked Maxime who answered a nod from Milan.
It is certain that Milan forgot all the mathematical formulas that Maxime taught.
"Cake" said Maxime.
Milan raised one eyebrow. "Cake?"
Suddenly his memories revolve to a time where a few days ago during the holidays Maxime taught Milan in a unique way. The man made a cake with Milan in a petshop and decorated the cake by writing the formula pythagoras using butter cream.
Milan tapped his head again with a pencil, his face looking serious trying to remember the formula he wrote on the cake with Maxime that day.
Maxime could have told Milan, but this is not what Maxime wants. Maxime wants Milan's memory to be more sensitive.
"Hmmm ..." Milan looked back at Maxime. "A squared plus B squared?"
Maxime nodded.
"Same as C squared?" continued Milan.
Maxime nodded again with a faint smile. Milan's eyes sparkled happily then immediately wrote the formula and began to work on its repetition.
Seriate