The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 45. Je Veux Parler Avec Toi, Papa (I Want To Talk To You, Papa).

STALINGRAD, GERMANY.

Max returns to his apartment with a heart in flowery shape. Unceasingly his lips revealed a smile. It seemed like Wulan's heart was little by little already within his grasp. Although he still found so much doubt from his Mother Master's attitude towards him. But at the very least, he had the Wulan clue have the same feelings for him.

As soon as he opened the door to his apartment, he found Ludovic lying on the couch. Hugging an alcoholic bottle and his eyes closed.

Max walked over and sat at his feet.

"Mr ...."

"Mmmm ...."

"Je veux parler avec toi (i want to talk to you) ...."

Ludovic just muttered and changed his sleeping position facing the back of the sofa.

"Don't bother me!" ludovic said with his voice.

Max leaned forward, resting both elbows on his thighs. His eyes were straight forward.

"Pourquoi tu me destestes (why do you hate me)?"

There was no answer from the middle-aged man. Only the roar of his breathing rose and fell irregularly.

"You know what, Ludovic? You're so pathetic!"

"Look at you. Dissolved into loss like a loser."

"Seventeen years have passed and you still blame me for your wife's death?"

"Come ... just be a little mature."

Slowly Ludovic got up from his lying position and sat pensively. His eyes are empty.

"We talk from heart to heart, like two grown men. Throw away your hatred for me for a moment" Max said. "I'm sure you still have a little bit of humanity. Or have you completely sold your soul to the Devil?" tanyanya while smiling her slanted smile.

Ludovic squeezed his head hard. Then he ruffled his hair rough.

"I love Clara so much .. I could never accept her departure," she cried.

"Mais, je suis ton fils, putain (but, I'm your son, damn it)!" exclaim Max growled. "A child born from your wife's womb. Your flesh-blood. How can you blame me for everything. It doesn't make sense. You ... That doesn't make any sense, Ludovic." Max breathed heavily. "Only a madman can do that" he continued.

Ludovic cupped his face with both palms. Then rub it rough.

"Papa, look at me!" tell Max to face his father.

Ludovic looked slowly at the boy.

"You don't realize, yeah, you got a boy this big? The boy you beat and you maki-maki almost every day, but still willing to meet all the needs of your life?"

Ludovic's chest was pounding hard. Max's words seemed to be able to hit his heart. He threw a look the other way. I don't know why he couldn't look into those sharp eyes.

"You don't even know what color my eyes are, do you?" ask Max. "Look here, Papa!" the hardic. Ask your father to look at her. "Woman named Clara dropped this pair of eyes on me."

Ludovic could not contain his tears. His back was shaken by his sobs. He covered his face with both palms. Max's words are like lightning that fills his ears. And the dagger that pierced his chest.

"I'm not asking you to take care of me or take care of me. Because I can do it myself. I'm just asking you not to hate me. Or at the very least, you give me a little love." Max's lips are throbbing. "Little hug or good morning greeting, maybe. That's enough."

Max was silent for a moment. Listening to the father's sobs and letting the man digest his words.

"I've never felt the love of my real mother, and my real father hated me" she said. "What a terrible drama!" hisses.

Max moved from his seat and stepped into his room. Leaving the Father still drowning in his sobs. He felt he had conveyed everything he had wanted to tell his father.

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JEAN-BAPTISTE SAY, SURESNES.

Wulan stepped across the crowded school grounds by students who stood in groups with each other. Sometimes he throws a smile at some students who know him.

He walked to the library not far from the cafeteria. This time of rest will be spent reading books there.

Bibliotheque de Lycee JB Say (library of SMA JB Say)

Once the writing is engraved in the signboard on the blue wooden door. He opened the door slowly and stepped into the quiet-looking library room. The wooden chairs provided there are also many empty. There were only a few students who looked solemn with their respective books.

Wulan walked between two long shelves filled with thick books. The sweet fragrance of roses and chocolate typical of old books burst into the cavity of his nose. Volatile organic compounds released into the air make it feel calm.

Wulan's eyes are focused on the Livres de philosophy (philosophical books). He also began to read one by one the title of the long book. Her choice was in the book Le Deuxime Sexe (the second sex) by Simone De Beauvoir. A book about feminism, that is my favorite theme (eh, her favorite means Wulan-red).

He took a hair tie from inside his coat pocket and tied his hair just like that, revealing his beautiful tie-neck neck. Then take a book wrapped in a classic photo of a typical woman in the 40s. The first thing he does is open the sheet by sheet obsolete while inhaling the aroma.

For a long time he stood in front of the elongated wooden shelf and looked down focused on the book in his hand. Until he felt a brief, subtle kiss land on his neck that was not covered by a scarf.

He was shocked and immediately turned his body.

"Max!" his strangulation was stifled as soon as he saw the rancid-faced figure before him. He looked to his right and left worriedly. If anyone sees the child's actions just now, it's over. Wulan also had to make sure there were no cctv around where they stood. He breathed a sigh of relief. There was no one near them and the cctv did not seem to reach all the way there because it was blocked by high shelves.

While Max only grimaces his neat teeth and with his innocent face he snatches the book from Wulan's hands and hides it behind his back. Made his Teacher's Mother grumble.

"Qu'est-ce tu fais la (what's right here)?" hardik Wulan half whispered.

"Tu me manque (i miss you)," he said as he put the book he held onto the shelf.

Max grabbed Wulan's body and clenched it tightly. But Wulan tried to break away and pushed Max's chest slowly.

"Pas ici, Max. T'es fou toi (not here, Max, you're crazy)!"

"One kiss, Miss. To test the adrenaline," chuckles Max while touching his thin lips.

"Money!" jolt Wulan as she opened her eyes. Although he admitted the thin pink lips in front of him were so tempting.

"No one saw" he said as he grabbed Wulan by the waist and pulled her closer. "A la francais," he said as he smeared Wulan's lips without pause, smooth and passionate.

Wulan cursed to herself. This is a really crazy thing. But his lips seemed to have his own brain and began to follow the play of Max's lips which now began to dare to ask for help on his tongue to sweep the inner lips of Wulan.

His hand even involuntarily gripped the smooth back of Max when the young man's hand began to boldly stroke his round tat pan and slightly squeeze it.

Both of them had just stopped their kisses when they heard the sound of the door opening and the sound of some students who seemed to have just entered the library room.

Wulan cleared her throat once while tidying up her clothes. "Casse toi (go)!" it's screaming without a sound.

Max pulled the corner of his lips and looked at him ignorantly. "Merci, Mon Amour (thank you, my love)" he said as he stepped back and gave her a long-distance kiss.

Wulan immediately turned around and dropped her forehead between the books while arranging her erratic feelings.

That kid is driving me crazy!

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