The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 67. The Winter Holiday Planning.

"You don't want to call Miss Dupont?" ask Max while chuckling. Making Wulan puckered her lips.

"I've sent him a message."

"You wanna go have a drink with him?"

Wulan. He leaned his head against Max's shoulder sitting next to him while smoking his cigarette.

"Are you staying or not, Max?" ask Wulan. His hands were busy playing the tip of the young man's hair.

"Yours?"

"As far as you go."

"Yes already."

"Hmm?"

"Yes I'm staying over."

Wulan looked up and looked at Max's face at such a close distance. "Your father won't look for you?"

"Fuck him."

Wulan patted Max's cheek. "Don't talk like that, Max."

"He's meddling in my affairs too much."

Wulan stroked Max's arm gently. "All parents want the best for their children."

"A parent like Ludovic?" Max grunting. "Where has he been all this time" he said later.

Wulan put her index finger on Max's lips. "Don't talk like that about your father. He has a heavy burden of life and also a great regret for having abandoned you all this time."

Max turned his shoulders. "Well if you say that."

"Max ...." Wulan pulled her head off Max's shoulder. Then stroked the young man's cheek. "Honor your father, yes. Even if you're not in line with him."

"Okay, Miss," said Max as he bent down to make a gesture like a Knight preparing to carry out the duties of the Queen.

Wulan chuckled and scrambled Max's hair slowly.

"Ohya, Wulan ...."

"Yes?"

"You said February's winter break you're going back to Indonesia, right?"

Wulan frowned. "Oui, why (yes, why)?"

Max smiled broadly. "Je peux venir avec toi (i can come with you)."

Wulan rounded her eyes. "You're serious?"

"Pourquoi pas (why not)?" max said while smoking his cigarette. "What a pleasure it is to spend the winter holidays here. It's better to look for sunlight in a tropical country" he said.

Wulan. "As much as you can, the important thing is that you can withstand the heat."

Max smiled happily. He poked his cigarette into the ashtray, leaned his back against the back of the sofa, and asked Wulan to lay his head against his chest wrapped in a short-sleeved white shirt.

"Max ...."

"Oui (yes)."

"What are your plans after graduation?"

Max smiled knot. "It's weird, Miss."

"What?"

"Before meeting you, I didn't think much about the future. Whatever I do is just to survive every day. No more than that." Max took his breath. "But now I think I should start styling it. I must be worthy of you, Miss. I don't want to just have love to live with you." Max stroked the long hair of soft Wulan. "Love also has to use logic. Logically, this is the capitalist era. Just eating love isn't enough" she said.

Wulan looked up at Max's joke. A joke that makes sense and is true.

"I'll go into the Sorbonne, become a professional painter, buy a little house in Brittany, and marry you."

"Brethagne ...." Wulan muttering. Northwestern France with its beautiful beaches. Of course he wouldn't mind if he had to live there.

"Am I convincing enough for you, Wulan? Do you believe that your life here will be okay with me?" ask Max.

Wulan raised her head. He put his face on Max's face. Then stick his forehead on the young man's forehead.

"From what I've seen all this time, how you live your life, Max, I trust you."

"Merci, Bebe ...." Max kisses Wulan's lips gently. Then hugged his beloved woman tightly.

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JEAN-BAPTISTE SAY, SURESNES.

"Guil!"

Adrienne tapped on Wulan's desk, asking for the attention of her partner who was focusing on the book in her hand.

"Hmm?" Wulan glanced at Adrienne before finally sinking back into her book.

"That's weird. Jolene asked me something about you."

"What?"

"She asked who the man who is now your boyfriend is."

Wulan jerked. He put his book on the table. "What do you answer?"

"Christophe .. You're close to a man named Christophe."

Wulan heaved a sigh of relief. But his mind began to wonder what Jolene really meant. She had kissed Max and is investigating.

"Why is he asking like that?" wulan Mumam. Adrienne pressed her shoulders.

"Wulan, you don't have anything to do with Maximilian, do you?" ask Adrienne. Wulan almost choked on her own saliva.

"No. Why why?" ask with a heart beating.

"Thank God, it means my guess is wrong."

"You mean?"

"Yes, if you had an affair with Max, Jolene would have suspected you."

Exactly it. So did Wulan think.

"Be careful, Wulan."

Wulan nodded. "Merci, Adrienne" he said. He tidied up some books on the table and got up from his seat. "See you later" he said as he stepped out of the Master's room.

He stepped down into the empty corridor. His mind now could not be separated from Jolene and the intention of the Instructor was actually.

Her steps came to a halt when she saw Max just coming out of the toilet, with wet hair neatly combed.

"Coat, Miss Wulan," she said, nodding lightly. But his mischievous smile rang from his lips. "Beautiful," he praised as he chuckled. Wulan rolled her eyes puffed.

"I forgot to owe you" Max said as he stepped beside Wulan. Gave a distance of about half a meter from his Master Mother.

"Debit?"

"Painting" said Max. "No clothes" he whispered.

Wulan could barely hold back her laughter. He hurriedly closed his mouth and tried to be as graceful as possible.

"This weekend, yes ...."

"How should I pay you?" wulan Goda.

"Pay with ...." Max advanced his chin towards Wulan's slender body.

Wulan's hand movements spontaneously pulled Max's wet hair so that the young man could barely keep his body balanced.

The two gasped when they found Jolene Dupont standing in front of them, looking at them with his eyes narrowed.

"Hi, Miss Jolene," Wulan greeted in a choked voice. Max is busy pulling his hair back. He only glanced at Jolene without saying a word.

"Miss Wulan .. I'll take the book later during the afternoon break, yes, merci," Max said. Greeted with a nod of Wulan's head. It too soon passed.

Jolene looks at Max's departure until the young man disappears behind his classroom door.

"It turns out you were familiar with William, Wulan," said Jolene, who had now turned her eyes to Wulan.

"Ah, yes, I once taught in her class. I was quite familiar with some Literature class students," he replied lyingly.

"Hmmm ... handsome boy, yes," said Jolene suddenly.

"Who? Max's? Emm ... Guillaume?"

"Yeah."

"Owh, Oais, peut etre (yes, it seems)," said Wulan nervously.

Jolene smiled thinly. Makes Wulan's chest pound. Guess what the blonde lady was thinking.

"Is there a weekend?" tanya Jolene made Wulan gasp.

"Emm .. yes, it seems to be."

"Hmmm ... with your boyfriend?"

"Miss Adrienne .. I have an appointment with Miss Adrienne."

"Ah, d'accord? C'est dommage (so? too bad)," said Jolene disappointed.

Wulan smiled wryly. "Sorry, Jolene .. I have to get into class."

"Please" said Jolene, nodding.

Wulan stepped up leaving Jolene with an erratic feeling. He took a deep breath. Trying to calm himself down and dispose of the bad and strange thoughts that filled his head.

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