The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 51. Your Scent Calms Me Down (The Scent of Your Body Calms Me Down).

Wulan, Christmas isn't it, son? Pierre is not busy anymore, is he? Your misses miss.

Wulan sighed deeply reading the message from her mother. He could only look at the screen of his phone with a grievous heart. What should he tell his mother. He would be very disappointed if he knew Pierre had divorced him.

He walked to the side of his bed. Occasionally check the screen of his phone while composing the right words to reply to the message of the Mother.

I guess not, Mom. Christmas is not two weeks. Maybe I'll come home after winter break. In february.

Wulan pressed the send button on her phone screen. Then put his body on the bed. He shook his body and felt the empty place next to him. Max's scent was still imprinted and made him feel a little calm.

Ah, where is the boy now. Is Max with Eloise? This afternoon after school, he didn't see Max anywhere.

His heart suddenly pinched.

He grabbed his phone which he had put on the nightstand. Then scroll the screen looking for the Max number that he had recorded in the contact list.

Hesitatingly he pressed the call button under the Max number line. With a pounding heart he waited for the boy to pick up his phone across the street.

The first call just passed. Max didn't lift it. Then second, and third, there was no sign of life there.

Wulan took a deep breath. His mind became erratic now. Between the message from the Mother that made him mess up, and Max who was somehow where he was. His head began to be haunted by prejudices.

Is he really with Eloise?

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At one in the morning Wulan woke up to hear her phone ringing. He rubbed his eyes checking the phone screen. Max's name is on there. Apparently there was a lot of misscall from the boy while he was asleep.

"Oui (yes)?" he said with a hoarse voice.

"Wulan, open the door." Max's voice is right across there.

Wulan hung up immediately. He got out of bed and stepped out of the room. With a thumping chest he opened the door of his apartment.

The boy who had been feeling troubled since that afternoon stood before him.

"Good night, Miss," said Max with his usual face. "Where's the smile?" his god, when he saw Wulan's pouting face. "Can I come in?"

Wulan was eager to scold him, but just by looking at the sweet smile of the young man alone made him melt instantly.

"You didn't pick up my phone?" ask Wulan while dropping her ass over the sofa.

"I'm sorry, Miss. .. when you called me, I was painting someone .. I mean, the one who asked me to paint it."

Ah, of course you are. Max told her this afternoon. He thought Max was busy painting. However, his prejudice about Max and Eloise makes his wits disappear somewhere.

"After escorting Eloise I came straight here. You called a few times. Is there a problem?"

"You're with Eloise?" ask Wulan. Ah, you're right. That girl was with him.

"Yes, he accompanied me to the place where the man I painted. It's because he knows the guy" Max explained. Wulan's face is now getting grim.

"And you drove him home?"

Max took a deep breath. "It's late at night, Miss. I can't let a woman walk alone. Too dangerous."

"Okay" said Wulan. Look at him, looking like a teenager sulking with jealousy.

Wulan put her head on Max's shoulder. Feels comfortable. All his feelings slowly disappeared.

Max let go of his hand and moved to embrace Wulan's shoulder. "What's the matter, Miss?" asked Max while kissing the top of his Master Mother's head.

"I'm going back to Indonesia."

Max was a little surprised to hear Wulan's words. "Come home?"

"Yes, during the winter break, maybe."

"You mean, go home ... and don't go back to France again?"

"It's not so."

"Putain (shit), you're scaring me, Miss."

Wulan chuckles. He put his head around Max's neck. Inhaling its aroma is soothing and also pleasant. Ah, this kid seems to have become a palanquin to him already.

"Then what's the problem?" ask Max. Wulan's long hair was gently brushed.

"I have to explain something to my mom. And it's screwed me up."

"Explain something?"

"My mom didn't know I was divorced with Pierre."

Max was silent for a moment. Then stroked Wulan's arm slowly. "Be honest, Miss. What's difficult?"

"You don't understand, Max. I'm having a hard time explaining it to you.

"Yes, Miss .. You don't have to explain."

Wulan pulled herself out of Max's arms. Then he looked at the young man closely. A few moments later, his smile fell. His hand slowly grabbed the haircut Max was hanging on his forehead, then tidied it up.

"You are," he whispered. "How can I fall in love with a bad boy like you."

Max chuckles. "Because I offer myself to you as I am."

"You're so adorable." Wulan pinched softly on Max's cheek. Then stroking. Caught her. And brought the young man's chin closer to him.

Wulan pressed her lips against Max's thin lips. Then bite her slowly. Mengu lumya gently.

A moment when their lips clenched, Wulan stopped her kiss. He stuck his forehead on Max's forehead. "Je t'aime (i love you)" Wulan said, closing her eyes. Feeling Max's breath hitting his face.

"Moi aussi (me too)."

Max laid his body on the couch. Then spread out his hands, preparing to welcome Wulan in his arms.

That night, on a narrow sofa in the living room, Wulan fell asleep in Max's arms. The warm energy that the child channeled into her made her lulled into a dreamland.

A beautiful dream, of course.

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