The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 4. Max Avec Son Problem (Max With The Problem).

Wulan opened the door of her apartment slowly. He took off his thick coat and attached it to a string-shaped clothes hanger.

His eyes were fixed on a framed photo that was on top of the cabinet. Wulan grabbed the photo and watched it for a moment. Wedding photo with Pierre. Happiness was clearly emanating from his face at that moment.

The photo was taken in a chapel (capel) in Lyon, an aesthetic city in northeastern France.

On a beautiful summer day.

Wulan took a deep breath - deep. Trying to dispel the pain that arrived - suddenly attacked the recesses of his heart. He closed the picture frame and put it in the cabinet drawer, then locked it there.

He stepped onto his beloved sofa which was in front of the television and sat on it. His hand grabbed a pack of cigarettes inside the bag still hanging on his shoulder. Then he took a stick and lit it.

Smoke billowed from his mouth. Along with his heavy breathing. Tiredness facing the children of Bengal High School is not comparable to the fatigue of forgetting the bitterness that occurs in his life.

Wulan was really tired. Then lonely.

He leaned his back against the couch. Staring at the sky - the sky of his apartment room while pushing cigarette smoke into the air.

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STALINGRAD AREA, SURESNES, PARIS.

Max slammed the cigarette he had just smoked and stepped on it with his black nike shoes, as soon as he saw Etienne running towards him.

"For so long!" the hardic.

"Sole (sorry), my mother told me to take care of my sister for a while."

Max clucked. "Where's the stuff?"

Etienne reached into her jacket pocket and gave her a small pack of paper-coated cardboard that had been draped entirely. Max took the parcel out of Etienne's hand and put it in her jacket pocket.

"Come, they're waiting."

Max walked down the sidewalk followed by Etienne behind him. He covered his head with his hoodie. Both hands he put in his jacket pocket.

Arriving in a quiet alley, he noticed his surroundings. Two teenagers were waiting for him. Both are black.

Max took out the package inside his jacket and gave it to one of the teenagers.

"250 euros."

"It's expensive" protested one of those wearing a red jacket.

"Hey, this is good stuff. From Morocco" Max said upset.

"Be aware that you're lying."

Max clucking. "Your money will be returned if it's not good."

"Je suis d'accord (i agree)."

Max reached out his hand asking for payment from the two teenagers. "Give me the money quickly."

The red jacket reached into his pocket and gave two pieces of 100 euros and one sheet of 50 euros to Max.

"Merci (thank you)," Max said as he patted the sheets of light green into his hands. "Allez (ayo)," he said, gesturing for Etienne to leave.

"We're having a party tonight?" tanya Etienne while aligning her steps with Max who walked quickly through the sidewalk between the buildings - the slums of Stalingrad.

"Non (no). We'll just have a drink at E. Lecrerc, we're drinking close by."

"Hm .. Okay." okay."

Etienne followed where Max was going. As usual, he never protested anything Max said.

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SUPERMARKETS E. LECRER, SURESNES.

"Everything is 175 euros" a cashier told Wulan after he finished putting all his groceries in the tote bag he was carrying.

Wulan reached into the wallet in her bag and took out two pieces of 100 euros and gave them to the cashier.

"Merci (thank you)" Wulan said when he received a 25-euro change from the cashier.

He walked along the sidewalk which was quite crowded with people passing by there.

"Hey, Miss!"

One call surprised him. He turned to the sound and found two teenagers, one black and the other white, sitting at a large pot made around a large ash tree.

Max and Etienne. The two held a bottle of drink and fervently smoked a cigarette in their hands.

"You wanna join, Miss?" bargain Etienne while chuckling. Max looked at her coldly.

Wulan approached towards the two and shook her head slowly.

"Why hang around here and drink like this, huh?" hardik Wulan.

Etienne. "Well, you're so sexy, Miss."

"It's really rude!" exclaim Wulan growled. "You're not at home and studying, you're drinking and smoking in a public place like this. Can I report to the Principal?" threaten her.

Etienne and Max's laughter exploded. Makes Wulan feel puffed up.

"You're so stupid, aren't you?" Etienne.

"Your money isn't even enough to buy an alcoholic drink like this. Really manipulative."

"Come on, Miss .. it'll be more exciting if you want to join us, see .. we still have a few bottles to spend tonight."

Wulan sighed deeply - deeply. "Go home and do your PR like normal school kids!"

Etienne and Max looked at each other for a moment. Then the laughter of the two exploded.

"Look at him it's old-fashioned" Etienne told Max.

Wulan tried to be as calm as possible. He also decided not to serve the two bengal children and passed from before them. Still heard the laughter of the two up to the distance of Wulan who had been several meters away from them.

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Max opened the door to his apartment slowly. The living room looks dark. He walked with heart so as not to make sounds that could wake his father.

"Max? Just home?"

The heavy sound was heard along with the lights of the room that were burning suddenly. A middle-aged man was sitting on a chair crossing his legs and looking at him with a sharp eye.

Max grinned without answering the question of the man who was none other than his father.

"Where's the money?" ask the man.

"What money?"

The father got up from his seat and approached Max and roughly grabbed his jacket and searched his pocket, and found his wallet there.

"No, Papa!" exclaim Max while reclaiming the wallet that has now been in the hands of the Father.

"You lied to me, huh? You think I didn't know you had money from your cannabis sales, huh?"

Plakk.

One slap landed on Max's cheek leaving a trail of redness there.

"Breng sek!" maki Max stroked her hot cheek.

The father smiled as he counted the money sheet from Max's wallet.

"Get in your room there!" exclaimed the Father while throwing an empty wallet at Max.

Max picked up the wallet lying on the floor and stepped towards his room with a furious feeling. He slammed the door of his room and hit the wall hard. Wreak his anger there.

"Putain de merde (breng sek)!!! mean it.

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