The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 58. It's Not That Easy (Not That Easy).

Wulan smoked her cigarette deeply. Exhales its smoke, then sucks it again. A bottle of wine in his hand had him gulp half of it.

He stood up, walking back and forth agitatedly. Sometimes he rubbed his face, then ruffled his hair. Then sit down again on the couch, and smoke his cigarette back.

The ringing of the phone on the table made him gasp. He checked his phone screen.

Missed call from his mother. That is, he must immediately call back the mother.

He smashed his cigarette into an ashtray. Take a deep breath and then press the dial button on the screen.

"Yes, Mom?"

"Wul, anu ... This month can not transfer, yes?" Mother's voice across.

"Not yet, Ma'am .. not payday. The end of the month." Wulan gulped her saliva with great difficulty.

"Pierre how? I'm sorry, Wul, because this is, the Gita and Ataya are paying for college." The mother mentioned the names of her two younger sisters, who were in college, semesters one and four.

Wulan closed her eyes. Sighs her breath slowly, so that the mother does not hear her.

Look, he's the backbone of his family.

"Yes, ma'am .. Can hold it until I get paid, right?"

"Yes, I can wait, Wul."

After greeting her, Wulan hung up the phone. Then throw his back on the couch. He looked at the ceiling of his living room with a glaring look.

He took the bottle back. Then take it again and again. Until the thick red liquid runs out there is no left. His body now feels light. The excitement he was feeling was gradually evaporating.

For the time being.

One knock from the door of his apartment made him stop lying on the sofa. I can guess who came.

I don't know if this is a good time or not to receive a visit from the young man who got her intoxicated.

He could only smile when he saw Max at the door, looking at him with a worried look.

"Miss ... ca va (are you okay)?" max asked as soon as he saw the way Wulan stood up which was a little shaky.

"It's okay, I'm just drinking a little bit" said Wulan.

Max closes the door and takes Wulan to the sofa. There, the Master Mother bent her legs and rested her chin on her knees.

"Wulan, what's wrong with you?" ask Max. He knows, alcohol will make a person more chaotic if his feelings are indeed chaotic.

Wulan just shook her head.

"So something's bothering you? Say, Miss." Max grabs Wulan's body and takes her into his arms.

"Last afternoon I met your father at school" said Wulan. "It looks like your relationship with him has improved a lot, huh, Max?"

"Then?"

"What do you think your father would react if he knew you were related to your own Master, who was fifteen years older than you?"

"I don't know, Wulan. Whatever the reaction, it won't affect anything."

Wulan sighed. "I love this country. I don't want to go."

"Hey, who told you to go, Miss?"

Wulan chuckled in Max's arms. He looked up at the pair of blue eyes with a glare. Then gently stroked his long hair that was just scratched away.

"I met Damien today."

"Ohya?" he says flat. "He's out of jail?"

Wulan. "Sworse than that. He cannot continue his life back to normal, he is subject to social sanctions, cannot work anywhere in the country" he said. "And he had to pay a fine of 150,000 euros to Mrs Kareem."

"Good, he deserves it."

"No!" sergeant Max. "Don't compare yourself to that Breng!" Max let go of his embrace and cupped both of Wulan's cheeks. "Damien just used Nadia's body .. And you and I love each other."

"What if it turns out I'm just using your body?" Wulan pushed Max's chest slowly.

"Arrete de conneries (do not say nonsense)!" said Max.

Wulan. "I don't know, Max. I'm not thinking clearly."

"Miss ...." Max grabbed Wulan's hand. Then hold it tight.

Wulan bowed listlessly. His mind was so confused to think about his burden being the backbone of the family, then the words of Pierre that rang in his mind, and his position now that dating Max, a 17-year-old.

He felt ashamed of himself. He felt like he was like Damien.

But, this child, he had already fallen in love with that pair of blue eyes, had fallen in love with his rancid act, had fallen in love with his smile, with his warmth, with the way Max had treated him in bed.

On everything about a Maximilian Guillaume.

Does he really love Max? Or just a momentary lust?

Wulan pulled her hand from Max's. Made the young man squint his forehead.

"German ...." Max tries to get Wulan's hand back. But his Master Mother brushed him off slowly.

"I need some time to think" Wulan said without daring to look at Max.

"What does it mean to think?" ask Max to be astonished. "Thinking about what?"

Wulan breathed heavily. "About our relationship, Max."

"No, no. .. I don't want to."

"Max ... s'il te plait (please)," Wulan's pinta with her face.

"On le faith ensemble, toi et moi (we face all together, you and I), be patient wait until next year I graduate." Max knelt before Wulan who turned his face towards the living room window. "After that we can be together without harming anyone."

Wulan moved from her seat. "It's not that easy, Max. I still have the mental burden of dating a teenager 15 years younger than me!"

"Omong empty!" sergeant Max. His face began to tense. "You don't remember the nights we've been through? You're so loose without a burden, you always say you love me, Miss!"

"Je sais pas, Max .. je sais pas (i don't know, Max .. I don't know)!" Wulan cupped her face tightly.

"What do you want me to do, Miss?"

Wulan. "I really need time to think."

Max stand. He looked up and flicked his coarse hair, twisted his body and stomped his hands together.

"You don't dare, do you, Miss?" Max looked at Wulan. "You don't dare take any chances."

Wulan sighed while closing her eyes. "Maybe ...."

"It turns out you're still hesitating about how you feel about me, right, Miss?" Max challenged him with a sharp look.

"I ...."

"It turns out you're not as strong as I thought you were." Max shook his head slowly. He smiled wryly. Then turned his body and stepped towards the door.

"Max ...."

He only glanced at Wulan, then pulled the door handle, stepped out and slammed it hard.

Wulan dropped her body on the sofa. He raised his face trying to hold the clear circles in the corner of his eyes so as not to fall down on his cheeks.

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