The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 62. C'est Fini (It's All Over)?

STALINGRAD, GERMANY.

"Wrap (hello), Papa."

Max who had just arrived at his apartment greeted Ludovic who was sitting on the living room sofa. He seemed to be waiting for her to come home intentionally.

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

"Hmmm ...."

Max approached his father and sat down beside him. "Speak what?"

Ludovic was silent for a moment. "Last noon one of your Instructors met me at the store. He's talking to me."

Max squinted his forehead. "Miss Jolene?" tanyakanya.

"No. He's a man. Name .. emm ... Monsieur ...." Ludovic tried to remember. "Arsenault, Damien!"

Max's chest thumped hearing the name it was called. It was certain that what his father would talk to him was not a good thing. "Then?"

"She said something that made me .. hmm .. shocked."

Max took a deep breath. He knows where his father is talking. "You better not interfere in my business, Ludovic."

"So right? You're in touch with your own teacher? A woman a dozen years older than you?" Ludovic's face looked tense. But he tries to control himself. He realized, he could not help but scold Max now.

"If so, why?"

Ludovic gnashed his forehead slowly. "What kind of teacher is associated with his own 17-year-old student" he murmured.

"Hey, don't talk carelessly about him. He's not who you think he is!" Max warns.

Ludovic touching his son's arm was soft. "Max, I know I'm not worthy to rule your life. But I'm trying to be a good father to you."

"Then be a good father by not interfering in my affairs. I'm an adult and I have the right to decide my own way of life."

Ludovic. "No, Max. You're still a kid and you need adult guidance so you don't take the wrong steps." He breathed for a moment. "Sorry, Max, I can't let this happen."

Max moved from his seat. He clenched both of his palms in annoyance. "Don't bother him!" He warned his father.

"Max ..no matter how bad I am in your eyes, I am still your father. I really care about you and your future."

"Omong empty!" sergeant Max steps into his room. Then close the door hard.

Ludovic is on his couch. Staring at the door of his son's room with an erratic feeling.

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Wulan, who was about to eat her dinner in the kitchen of her apartment, immediately went from her seat to the door when she heard a knock several times.

He opened the door slowly. A little surprised to find a middle-aged man standing there. The man he met at school a while ago, Ludovic Guillaume, Max's father.

"Welcome (hello), Miss Laksana ...."

"Monsieur Guillaume ...." Wulan choked up to greet the man. His chest thumped suddenly.

"Can I come in?" ask Ludovic.

Wulan nodded. Then let Ludovic in and sit in the living room.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" ask Wulan carefully. Although he had strongly suspected this man would talk about his relationship with Max.

Ludovic swept his gaze around the apartment room. Looks neat, even simple.

"You live alone, Miss?" ask Ludovic.

Wulan smiled. Then nod.

"Your husband ...."

"I'm divorced."

"Owh, sorry."

Wulan smiled wryly. "It's okay" he said bitterly.

"How long have you lived in France?" ask Ludovic back.

"A little over five years."

Ludovic.

"Emc ... Miss Like, I think you already know what I mean here."

Wulan swallowed his saliva. He tried to master his feelings that began to erratic.

"I wish you would consider .. rethink your relationship with Maximilian."

"I understand, Monsieur Guillaume," said Wulan.

Ludovic breathed heavily. "How far are you from your relationship?"

Wulan. Closing his eyes for a moment.

"Max my only son. He is a memento of my dead wife. All this time I abandoned him. And that's the biggest regret of my life." Ludovic was silent for a moment. "What I want to do now is be a good father to Max."

Wulan's heart seemed slashed to hear Ludovic's words. He's still down. Powerless looking at Max's father.

Wulan could barely hold back her tears. But he tried his hardest not to pass clear circles to his cheeks.

"Monsieur Guillaume .. I've decided to end my relationship with Max." Wulan's voice shook. His heart felt so painful. "I'm sorry for everything I've done for Max. As a teacher, I feel unworthy."

"Thank you for your understanding."

Wulan nodded slowly.

"I think that's all I want to tell you. I'm sorry if I hurt your heart" Ludovic said as he moved from his seat.

"I'm fine." Wulan completely forced her smile with full of bitterness.

"Excuse me, Miss Laksana" said Ludovic. Wulan escorted the man out and closed the door of his apartment.

Wulan could no longer stem the tears she had been holding back. He dropped himself on the floor and cried. He leaned over his body and wailed.

He felt so weak, fragile, and tired.

The heartache with Pierre that he painstakingly healed is now gaping back. It's like sprinkling salt water.

The pieces of his heart that he had built up with such a heavy struggle, were now shattered again.

Ruffled.

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Wulan stepped out of the main door of her apartment building. Her puffy eyes were only covered in thin makeup.

He stood at the side of the road waiting for Christophe to pick him up. He did not know why he had accepted the man's invitation just a moment ago by phone. His mind was really in a rage.

"Who are you waiting for, Miss?"

Wulan was startled with a voice behind her. A familiar voice in his ears. He turned his back, found a tall figure with long brown hair in disarray, stood up and smiled his sweetest smile.

Wulan's heart seemed to be broken back into pieces staring at the handsome face.

"What's right here?" ask Wulan coldly.

"I want to see you."

"For what?"

"For what? I miss you, Wulan!"

Wulan smiled obliquely. "Don't bother me, Max!"

"What do you mean?" Max gasped at Wulan's words so sniffly.

"I don't want you to bother me anymore!"

Max's face turned tense. "Don't you say you need time to think?"

"I've been thinking and I've decided ..you and I, get here alone," Wulan said.

Max widened his eyes. He really couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"There's no way .. You can't treat me like this, Wulan!" shouting Max.

Wulan looked up at her face for a moment, holding back a circle of tears from falling onto her cheeks.

"You said you loved me, Wulan. You love me so much!"

"No!" Wulan stared at Max sharply. "I don't love you!"

"I don't trust you!" max exclaimed as he grabbed Wulan's body, blocked her chin and landed her kiss half forcefully.

Plakkkkp.

One Wulan slap landed on Max's cheek. So loud. So poignant. Sadly, the young man received the treatment of Wulan which he did not expect.

"Stay away from me!" snarled Wulan while pointing right in front of Max's face.

A black Renault Koleos Luxury car pulled over on the side of the road. The windshield in the front passenger seat was open, and Christophe was looking up from behind the wheel and gesturing for Wulan to enter.

"Look at my eyes, Miss .. tell me you don't love me!" challenge Max growled.

Wulan looked at Max's eyes sharply. "I don't love you, Max .. c'est fini (it's over)!" he said with a trembling voice. Then he turned around and got into Christophe's car.

Max stands sculpting. His body feels frozen. Wulan's words sounded like thunderous lightning was crushing her heart.

In the car, Wulan shrank tears with her palm. Staring at Max's shadow from the rearview mirror that was getting farther away.

"Tout va bien (all okay)?" Christophe's voice made him gasp. He smiled bitterly at the man.

"Oui, tout va bien (Yes, everything is fine)," he replied with a heart that was shattered into pieces.

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