The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 69. I Adore You, I Value You, I Treasure You.

Frederic Chopin - Spring Waltz (Mariage D'amour).

The piano clink of the boy with the magic fingers of the eighteenth century A. D. gently breaks the silence between Max and Wulan.

From behind the wooden easel, Max's eyes occasionally traced the jengkal for the sake of the clothingless body of Wulan to pour it into the canvas. He scratched his brush very carefully. Do not want to make a mistake in visualizing the curves of the body of his beloved woman.

"How many more minutes do I have to keep quiet like this, Max?" ask Wulan from the top of her bed. His hands are starting to feel sore. Luckily the room heater was functioning well, so he did not have to fight against the cold with his innate body.

"Fifteen more minutes," chuckles Max. He felt pity for Wulan who had held on to such a position for about an hour and a half. He also tried to speed up the painting process. The method of direct painting or painting by staring at the model directly usually he completed within two to three hours.

Wulan sighed slowly. "I can imagine what it's like every time old people want to capture their picture in a painting" he said, leaving Max wide open.

"Max ...."

"Hmm?"

"If there's a woman who asks you to paint her naked for a high fee, how about it?"

"I'll ask you to accompany me."

"If he asks you to come alone, how about it?"

"Yes, I'll just refuse."

Wulan giggles. "Are you that strong, Max?"

"Yes, I'm that strong." Max answered quickly.

"Max ...."

"Oui ...."

"Have you always liked women older than you?"

"Not really. It just so happens that I met and fell in love with you."

"Oh, so."

"Yeah, I see," replied Max, squinting his eyes at the surface of the canvas. Then continue the brush strokes back.

Meanwhile, the song from Chopin has been replaced with Well-tempered Clavier and Johann Sebastian Bach's Water. Back to softly break the stillness that came back.

"Voila ...." Max finished his last touch. "Wait until it's dry."

"You done yet?" ask Wulan.

"Yeah, you're free now" said Max as he moved from his seat and approached Wulan. He grabbed Wulan's clothes scattered on the floor. Help me wear it.

"You didn't ask for your payment?" wulan asked with a teasing smile.

Max heard Wulan's words. He stroked his Master Mother's cheek, then tidied Wulan's clothes slightly down on her shoulders.

"I'm just kidding" he said as he peeked at Wulan's forehead. "Tonight I adore the beauty of your body. But that doesn't mean it has to end with your life" he continued. "I adore you, I value you, I treasure you (i adore you, I respect you, I consider you so precious)" he whispered.

Max stood up and bowed to Wulan, stretched out one hand, and the other he hid behind his back.

"Wanna dance with me?" when the song now plays the sweet melody of Johann Strauss, The Blue Danube.

Wulan smilingly greeted Max's helping hand and stood wrapped his arm around the young man's neck. The sweet melody seemed to give her brain the stimulation to move her body to and fro gracefully.

"Why are you so romantic?" ask Wulan.

"I'm a French man" Max said proudly.

Wulan's lips are throbbing. "Is it really stereotyping like that? Pierre's a French guy but he's not romantic."

"Maybe you're just being unlucky, Wulan. Meet that Ugly. Which by chance .. is not romantic. Or maybe his mental state is disturbed."

"Maybe, too, huh?" wulan Mumam. Then twist his body once and again wrap his arms around Max's neck.

Wulan laughed crisply. "All I want for Christmas is you" Wulan replied quoting a song by Mariah Carey.

Max kisses Wulan's lips at a glance. "I have two options for you to spend the Christmas holidays for a week."

"What's that?"

"Spend alone here, make love, laze, or we go to Perros Guirec?" bargain Max.

"Mmmm ...." Wulan thought for a moment. "Here you go. Save money for february."

"D'accord (okay)."

Ludwig Van Beethoven's piano wistful Moonligt Sonata begins to be heard replacing Johann Strauss. Wulan stopped her body movements.

"Is Moonlight Sonata not too depressive for this romantic evening?" ask Wulan.

"Romantic and depressive. Isn't that a beautiful combination." Max grabs Wulan's waist and takes her back to the song. "You can feel it, honey?" tanyakanya.

"Feel what?"

"Listen carefully." Max brings Wulan's body into his arms. Closing his eyes enjoyed the minor tones of the deaf composer.

"It's dark and gloomy." Max stroked Wulan's back gently. "L'art de mourir (the art of death)" he said. "Enjoy the pain ...."

"Know it" said Wulan.

Max nodded. He further tightened his grip on Wulan's body.

"Max .. can I see the painting?" asked Wulan while looking up at her face and looking gently at Max.

"Okay."

Max let go of his embrace and stepped towards his wooden easel and changed his position to face Wulan.

Wulan's eyes widened to see a brush stroke so beautiful on the canvas. He hurriedly covered his open mouth with both palms of his hands.

"You are .. I don't know what to say" Wulan said.

"Merci," said Max as he chuckled. "Just tell me you love me."

"Je t'aime, j'e t'aime, j'e t'aime .. mille fois (i love you .. a thousand times)!" exclaim Wulan. He then stepped closer to Max and crouched down in front of the painting himself.

He watches it closely. Her innocent body was not impressed fun at all. He could only see the form of Max's admiration for him that the young man poured through his magical hand.

Really made him feel overwhelmed.

"You are," said Wulan with teary eyes. "Keep what I've done in the past until I accept the karma of meeting a being like you."

"C'est un destin, Bebe (it's fate, dear)," said Max as he stroked Wulan's cheek. Then grab Wulan's hand and ask her to lie on the bed.

"Bagcari ...." Max patted his chest, asking Wulan to immerse his head there.

"Sleep, Wulan," he said, pulling the blanket and covering Wulan's body up to her neck. "I'll take care of you" he whispered as he gently kissed the tip of Wulan's head.

Max stroked Wulan's back until a while later the woman fell asleep in his arms.

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