The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 39. Karma Has No Menu's. You Got Served What You Deserve (1).

JEAN-BAPTISTE SAY, SURESNES.

From a distance Max tried to notice the figure of a middle-aged woman who was walking towards the Headmaster's room.

Mom (mama)?

Max walked closer. The middle-aged woman had disappeared behind the door. He tucked his back against the wall, looked to the right and left making sure no students were paying attention. Then he shifted his body and now his ears have been stuck to the door. He was listening to the conversation inside.

"Mrs. Arsenault had already signed a letter of agreement to end the scandal with Nadia at that time. It was the second chance we gave him. It cannot be Mr. Arsenault was careless and repeated the same mistake. Even to impregnate Nadia."

"Before taking her own life, Nadia told him who impregnated her. His own teacher, Damien Arsenault."

"Why are you reporting here now?"

"I am deeply saddened by the death of my only child. I need time to gather strength in order to move on with my life."

"Madame Kareem, I'll talk to Mr. Arsenault regarding your report."

"I won't stop here, Madame La Principale, I will forward my report to the Police. I'll sue Mr. Arsenault on charges of sexual harassment (sexual violence) against minors."

Max smiled obliquely at the conversation between the two women. Karma for Damien Arsenault came faster than he thought. He confirmed Wulan's words some time ago. Not all problems need to be solved by violence.

Let the universe work.

Like his struggle to get Wulan's heart. He will try his best. Next, leave it to the universe. May good karma come soon.

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"Miss ...."

The call from the familiar voice in her ear forced Wulan who was about to enter the Master room to undo her intentions and immediately turned around. Found a rancid face that was shining his sweetest smile.

"What, Max?" ask Wulan. His gaze he avoided from a pair of blue eyes that could make him forget himself.

"Can you come to the Sorbonne tomorrow to see the exhibition?"

"Emm .. I didn't know if I could come or not. I ..." Wulan tried hard to find a reason to refuse. Although he really wanted to come. It was just that he wanted to avoid an intense encounter with the boy.

"You are my spirit, Miss ... come yes, s'il te plait (please)." Max held his palms together in front of his chest. With his face he pleaded.

Wulan sighed. "Peut etre (maybe)."

"Je t'attendrai demain (i'll be waiting for you tomorrow)," said Max. Then he turned around leaving Wulan. However, a moment later he turned around again, approaching his Master Mother. "Miss!" call him.

Wulan who was about to step into his room again undoes his intentions. "What else, Max?"

"Christophe .. He doesn't mess with you, does he?"

Wulan rolled both her eyes. This kid is still talking about it. "No."

"Thank God. If he dares to touch you, I'll beat that ugly guy."

"Max!" Wulan was annoyed at Max. The young man chuckled and raised both of his hands. Then turned around and left Wulan who now looks resigned leaning her forehead to the door.

Adrienne who had just come touched Wulan's shoulder. His gaze followed the movements of Max's body that began to drift away. "The kid's still after you?" tanyakanya.

"No," replied Wulan briefly.

"How was your date with Christophe?" adrienne asked as soon as the two had been inside the room.

Wulan. "It wasn't a date, Adrienne," she said.

"Soon (soon)," seduced Adrienne while tidying the books on her desk. "How did you feel about Christophe?"

Wulan laughed blandly. He had no particular impression of the man. But he did not until the heart told Adrienne. "Ben, il est gentil (yes, he's good)."

"C'est tout (that's all)? You like her no?"

"I don't know. Too soon to ask that. I've only met him twice" said Wulan. In his heart he smiled bitterly. There was no intention at all for him to proceed in a further direction with Christophe.

"I really wish you guys could be lovers. Or even married. He's a well-established man, Wulan."

Wulan's bitter smile finally fell from her lips. Somehow Max's shadow suddenly flashed through his mind. A rancid face, an aggressive demeanor, unfiltered words that slid from his mouth. All about that bengal boy filled the recesses of his heart.

A miss?

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SORBONNE UNIVERSITY, PARIS.

Faculty D'art Et Humanite (Faculty of Arts and Literature). So that is engraved on the walls of the neo-renaissance design building dominated by cream color.

It feels like Wulan has not visited this alma mater for a long time. Calculated since his graduation from Faculty De Lettres (language faculty) a year ago.

Graduated and parted ways with Pierre. At almost the same time.

Wulan stepped into the building, mingling with some people who seemed like she was also going to attend the painting exhibition. Max's ever-present face in his mind forced him to come. What is it about him that always falls apart with that boy.

"Please come in, Mademoiselle," a blond girl greeted and made her gasp. He was in front of the gallery. Wulan nodded and stepped into the room that was so spacious and filled with paintings displayed on the walls.

He turned his gaze around looking for Max among the crowd and walking around. But as far as the eye could see, Max was not within his reach. Wulan decided to spoil her eyes with the paintings. Everything looks good. Elegantly.

Wulan is getting late with the world on canvas which makes her keep walking around the gallery space, moving from one painting to another. Until finally his steps stopped when from a distance he saw Max was chatting with some people who seemed to be wondering about his painting. Wulan smiled looking at the child. He looks mature with a black shirt rolled up on his arm, combined with similar color pant chinos, and creamy bocage shoes, then his long hair that he ties neatly.

Wulan's smile faded as her gaze focused on the sweet, brown-haired figure beside Max. Eloise. He noticed the two were so familiar. Touching each other's arms, laughing at each other. And what makes Wulan feel pain in his chest is, when he saw Eloise's hand touch Max's hair child and tidy it up.

Isn't that what Wulan wanted? Max with Eloise only. Then he will try to find something in Christophe that can attract his attention. Then everything will go well. There will be nothing complicated anymore. That simple?

Slowly Wulan stepped back. He didn't want Max to see it. Quickly he turned around and came out of the gallery, with a hanti who.

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