The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 26. The Lonely Heart And Angry Mind.

Wulan who was talking to Adrienne at the main door of the school immediately said goodbye to her fellow teachers when she saw Max and Etienne passing in front of her.

"Max ... hey! We need to talk." Wulan placed her position between Max and Etienne. "Etienne, I borrowed your friend, yeah."

"Hmmm .. okay, Miss," Etienne said as she scratched her curly hair.

Wulan gripped Max's arm and pulled him out of the school gate.

"Where are you talking, Miss? Let me choose the place," he chuckled while waving his ignorant smile.

Wulan grabbed the young man's hoodie and pulled him back. "You think it's a date?" hardik.

"I want it to be, '" Max replied casually.

"Don't joke, Max!" pekik Wulan growled. He clutched Max's arm. This time harder than before. Wulan took him away from the school area.

"Auch, sick, Wulan. Can you be a little softer?"

Wulan did not comment on Max's complaint. He continued to pull the child's arm towards a park in a residential area.

Parc De Brimborion, so it is written on the signboard at the entrance of the park.

"Sit down!" wulan exclaimed as she pressed both of Max's shoulders and forced him to sit in a cement chair. There was one table and three chairs surrounding him, including the one that Max was sitting in.

"Vas - y, explique moi (yes, explain to me)!" Wulan folded her arms in front of her chest.

Max did not answer. He lowered his head while knocking - tapping his fingers on the table.

"Max?"

"I don't like you being close to her."

"Reason?"

"He's a jerk!"

Wulan rolled her eyeballs. "Why do you think he's a jerk? What reason? What's the matter with you and Damien?" his pedicab.

"Because ...." Max word hanging. He lifted his chin, then looked at Wulan fixedly. "Just look for another man, Miss .. don't Damien!"

Wulan grumbled not playing. Want it to feel to tear - shred this bengal boy in front of him with his nails - long nails.

"Don't I ever tell you that I'm interested in Damien?" Wulan patted her head hard. Why did he say that to Max. In his heart he cursed himself.

Max smiled his big smile. "So, there are still plenty of opportunities for other men to approach you, right?"

"Max!" sergeant Wulan. "Don't switch the subject!"

"I told you what to say, Miss."

Wulan cupped both of her cheeks with her palms. Then slowly dropped his head onto the table and ruffled his coarse hair.

"German ...."

Max touches Wulan's arm gently. "I promise I won't bother Damien in front of you." But behind you I'll beat him up.

Wulan. Still with his body position resting on the table. "Are you really not in any serious trouble with Damien?"

Max nodded. His palm was still on Wulan's arm and stroking it. Making Wulan immediately pull her arm and refine her sitting position elegantly. He cleared his throat once and tidied the scarf around his neck.

"Yes," he said as he moved from his seat.

"Where are you going, Miss?"

"Go home" Wulan replied as she turned around and stepped out of the park.

"Hey, have you kidnapped me and left me like this?" Max was walking beside her. Showing the grin of her rancor that Wulan acknowledged in her heart was adorable. "You're responsible, Miss."

"What do you want?" wulan said as he struck the upper arm of the young man.

Max grimacing. He followed Wulan's swift steps towards the underground station.

"Lunch?" bargain Max.

"I've had lunch with Damien."

"Drink at the bar?"

Wulan hit the head of Max's gnarled head. "Naughty Child!"

"Can you stop by your apartment?" max asked as he went down the stairs of the underground station while his body was still facing Wulan.

"Can't!" wulan. Then walk ahead of Max to the platform. After previously passing through the automatic crossbar door.

The two are now standing on the side of the tracks waiting for the train to arrive. Mixing with other passengers.

"Miss ... Can you, yeah?"

"What?"

"Close to your apartment." Max put on a face begging him. He blinked - glaring his blue eyes so clear.

Wulan snorted. "Your phone is ringing" Wulan said, pointing at Max's jacket pocket.

Max immediately took the phone out of his pocket and checked the screen.

Eloise.

He undoes his intention to press the digital button with a green phone logo on his phone screen when the train has stopped in front of him.

As soon as he entered through the automatic door, he answered Eloise's phone while taking a seat next to Wulan.

"Wrap (hello), Eloise."

"Max, Sorbonne will hold a fine art exhibition in two weeks, open to the public. I think it would be good if you participated. Many important people will be invited." Eloise's voice from across, was clearly heard by Wulan.

"Oais, oais, bien sure (yes, yes, of course)." Max answered enthusiastically.

"Tres cool (wah, fun), then when can we meet to discuss the technicalities further?"

Eloise's voice was still clearly heard by Wulan. There was a strange taste in his chest as Max spoke. "I'll let you know, Eloise."

Max hung up and put the phone back in his pocket. He turned to Wulan who was silent and looked straight ahead.

"Miss ...."

Max's call coincided with the announcement of the train stop. Wulan moved from her seat and glanced at Max who was looking at her expectantly.

"Ciao, Max" said Wulan, confirming the location of the bag on his shoulder and stepping out the automatic door once the car had stopped perfectly.

Max could only look at the departure of his Master Mother with an uncertain feeling. He rested his back on the back of the car seat.

The carriage crowded by the passengers felt lonely to him.

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STALINGRAD, GERMANY.

Max knocked on the door of the fifty-eight gray color slowly. Then walked back and forth anxiously waiting for someone to open it from the inside.

After a few minutes of waiting, the door opened slowly. She saw the face of Madam Dasia Kareem who forced a smile for her.

"Maman (mama) ...." He choked. It seems like her foster mother knew everything.

Lady Dasia let Max in. Then the middle-aged woman sat on the sofa with a blank look of eyes.

"Putain (fuck)." Max mumbled slowly. His chest felt pain watching the woman in front of him mope.

Lady Dasia picked up a white object measuring about six centimeters long with a two-striped red mark that appeared on the glass screen at the top. Then show it to Max.

"I found this in Nadia's bag" he said softly. "Have you found out about this, Max?"

Max swallowed his saliva. His throat was stuck. He was unable to answer his adoptive mother's question.

"Elle est ou Nadia, Maman (where is Nadia, mama)?"

"Max .. Do you know who that man is?" Madame Dasia asked without commenting on Max's question.

Max nodded slowly.

"White man?"

Max nodded back. While Madam Dasia cupped her face with both palms. The crying sounds.

"O Allah" he said in a voice. His heart was completely broken. The only daughter who became pregnant without a husband was sixteen, and worse, with a white man. It was a really heavy blow for him. He has high hopes for Nadia. She wanted her daughter to finish school, college, work properly, and marry a fellow Lebanese. That's all he wanted.

Max inched closer to Madame Dasia and offered her a hug. He tried to give the middle-aged woman strength by stroking her back gently.

"I'll call my brother in Toulouse" Mrs Dasia said of a large city in southwestern France. "I'll marry Nadia to her distant cousin."

The sound of the door opening violently. Made Max and Lady Dasia aghast.

"Non, Maman (no, mama)!" nadia cried who had just appeared from behind the door of her room. "I don't want to marry Farghan!" his yell.

"You think you have a choice, Nadia?" Madam Dasia got up from her seat.

For the first time Max witnessed the woman snapping with a thunderous voice.

"I want Damien!" nadia exclaimed in between her tears and then poured into Max's embrace.

"Max, help me, don't let my mother marry me to Farghan!"

"Hey, relax, Nad ...." Max releases Nadia's embrace and wipes away the tears on the girl's cheek.

"Je te desteste (i hate you)!" hardik Nadia looked at the Mother with her eyes lit up.

"Nadia! All this time I have been very patient in dealing with your bad behavior. Had enough. This time you must obey my words!"

"Safe, calm down ...." Max tries to break up the debate between the mother and the child.

"Max ...." Madam Dasia's voice softened. "You go."

"Moment ...."

"S'il te plait (please)."

Max breathed deeply - deeply. He glanced at Nadia at a glance and pulled the doorknob out of the room.

As soon as he closed the door, he didn't leave immediately. Back to the wall of the apartment hallway. Sayup - sayup still heard a commotion between Nadia and Madame Dasia in there.

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one and then he gave it.

Max exhaled thick cigarette smoke from his mouth, along with an overabundance of anger in his chest. His anger towards Damien seemed to be escaping responsibility.

No. gabe. It won't be that easy. Max will wait. Waiting for the right time to beat up the man is over.

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