The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 49. I Wanna Celebrate Something (I Want to Celebrate Something), Miss.

STALINGRAD, GERMANY.

"Ludovic?"

"Papa?"

Max looked for the figure of the middle-aged man in his room. But the room was empty and neat. The living room of the apartment looks clean. Empty bottles of alcoholic beverages, which are usually scattered on tables or chairs, are no longer visible.

The sight left Max astonished. Especially when he saw the figure of the father who had just entered the apartment with a fairly neat dress. His usually unkempt hull is now neatly cut. He looked younger by a few years.

"Ah, are you home?" ludovic asked, putting a box of food on the table. "I bought you a pissaladiere" he said.

Max squinted his eyes at the father.

"Pourquoi tu me regardes comme (why do you see me like that)?"

"Are you really Ludovic Guillaume?" ask Max.

"Ben, oui (yeah) ...."

"Why are you so weird?"

Ludovic. Then put his shoulder out.

Max pulled the chair and sat down. Then open the box pissaladiere on the table. The French pizza looks delicious.

"There's no way you're changing this fast" he said as he plucked a piece and put it in his mouth.

"I'm tired, Max." Ludovic sat down in front of his son. "Today I went looking for a job."

"Alors (then)?" max asked with his mouth full of food. "Mmm ... tres bon (so good)," he said as he licked his fingers.

"Yes, next week I start working. In a Boucherie (meat shop) in Suresnes as a Boucher (meat cutter)."

"Aaa, c'est bien (good) ...." His father returned to his old profession. Max smiled his smile faintly. It is undeniable that he feels happy.

"Maximilian," call Ludovic.

"Hmmm ...." Max is still focused on the food he is eating.

"Actually all this time I didn't really hate you. I'm just mad at myself. Angry at the situation. Angry because ... Your mother's gone." Ludovic breathed deeply. "I often think about everything. It's just that sometimes my anger is so strong. And I vented it on you."

Max just fell silent. He wanted to give his father a chance to pour out his heart.

"You're right, Max .. I missed your growth. Until you are this old .. oh Mon Dieu (yes god) .... Clara must hate me so much!" Ludovic bowed and cupped his head with his hands. He started to sob.

Max closed the food box he had not spent. Then fold his arms on the table. "It's Papa ...."

Ludovic wiped his tears with the back of his hand. "Je suis desole (i'm sorry)" he said, looking into the child's eyes.

Max nodded. Then he stood up and approached his father. "Petit casin (small hug)?" he nodded while spreading his hands.

Without hesitation, Ludovic hugged his son tightly. Max patted his father's back slowly.

A sense of happiness filled his chest cavity. Looks like the universe is siding with him this time. After successfully getting Wulan's heart with great difficulty, now he can feel his father's affection.

Max smiled at her side. It should be celebrated. With Wulan. He had reason to visit her tonight. Her teacher's mother would not have refused her arrival if she knew Max was happy because her relationship with her father had improved.

Max nodded slowly. Agreeing to his own brilliant idea.

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Wulan had put on her nightgown, a thin negligee along her knees and thick socks, then prepared to get inside her blanket when the sound of knocking on the door sounded.

"Geez! Who the hell are these nights," he grumbled. He covered his body with a blanket and got out of bed and stepped out of the room.

Wulan grabbed the sweater lying on the sofa and put it on.

As soon as he opened the door, a rancid face with a ignorant smile poked out. Making Wulan sigh heavy.

"Why come here, Max? I told you I was tired" he said. But deep down he was glad the boy had come. And just looking at his looks made the turmoil in his heart suddenly burst.

Max raised a tote bag containing two bottles of wine and showed it to Wulan.

"I want to celebrate something" Max said cheerfully.

"How can you buy it?" wulan asked as she inspected the wine bottle that Max had brought.

"I told my men in Stalingrad to buy it" he said.

"Fruit?" asked Wulan while twitching her forehead.

Max chuckles. "I'm kidding. I took it from my father's room."

Wulan. Then sit next to Max.

"We drink straight from the bottle, yes," Max said as he reached into his pocket to find a match.

He grabbed a bottle of wine on the table and started heating the mouth of the bottle with fire to escape the cork wood cover. After finishing with one bottle, he continued with another.

Doing all those things made Max look so sexy, so masculine. Passion began to paralyze his senses.

Wulan gulped with great difficulty.

"Voila ...." Max thrusts one of the bottles at Wulan.

"You said you wanted to celebrate something? What'sthat?" tanya Wulan tried to divert attention from Max's lips that felt like he wanted to immediately grasp it.

Max gulped down the bottle. Feeling the warmth of the red liquid passing through his throat.

"There are two things I want to celebrate. First ...." Max steals a kiss on Wulan's lips at a glance. "Successfully get your heart," he said making Wulan blush. "Secondly, my relationship with my father has improved."

"really?" Wulan's face sparkled. "Oh, Max .. I'm glad to hear that."

"Merci, Miss," said Max, tapping his cheek with his index finger, asking Wulan to kiss him there.

Wulan peeping as white as porcelain is soft. Making the young man's lips smile wide.

"Musique?" bargain Max while taking the mini bluetooth speaker on the table and turn it on.

Wulan nodded in agreement. Then Max reached into the phone in his pants pocket and connected it to a black object that resembled the drink can.

Piano clink from Frederic Francois Chopin, Sping Waltz flowed softly pampering the ears. Be the background music on the sidelines of their conversation.

Max took off his jacket and now his body is wrapped in a short-sleeved white shirt and blue jeans. Displays the muscles of his arms that are beginning to form.

"You're cold, Miss?" asked Max who saw Wulan still wearing a sweater and draped it to the chest.

"Non" replied Wulan. He sipped his wine bottle. Slowly take off the sweater. Max's eyes were rounded to find a thin negligee wrapped in Wulan's slender body and slightly exposed the curves of his body and chest.

Wulan hissed as she threw the sweater in her hand at Max's face.

"You're bluffing me, huh?" goda.

"Pas du tout (not at all)."

"If this is how, how can I hold back?"

Wulan smiled obliquely. "Why should we hold back?"

Whether the demon possessed him, he crept closer to Max and climbed into the young man's lap. Wrap both arms around the neck, then sip those thin lips greedily and bite at them.

"Woo, woo ... quest qui ce passe ici (what happened here)?" Max put on his made-up surprised face. But before long his hand grabbed Wulan's waist and stroked her. Ride up to his back, then slowly descend again to his hips. So next.

"Je te veux (i want you)," Wulan gasped as Max returned his kisses in a row.

That night, I don't know who became opium.

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