The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 71. A Christmas Gift

STALINGRAD, GERMANY.

"Why carry such a big bag, Max?" ludovic asked as soon as he saw his son coming out of his room with a large backpack on his back. "Where are you going?"

"I'll be gone for a week" Max replied as he looked at his father.

"School has started Christmas?" ask Ludovic back.

Max nodded.

"You want to stay at your teacher's place?"

"Don't start, Papa!" Max assault.

Ludovic raised both hands. He realized he could not argue with Max. Even though his heart was very unwilling that his son was still with his Master.

"Bon allez, je pars (yes, I'm gone)" Max said as he passed.

He did not want to argue with his father. It will obviously only end in a fight. Remembered Wulan's message to honor his father despite his incompatible thoughts.

Max wanders the streets of Stalingrad that night filled with Christmas lights mounted on the oak and pine trees that grow along the way. As in all parts of Paris every year, at Christmas. He wants to meet with Wulan soon. I wanted to give him a surprise as a Christmas present.

Ten minutes away by subway, he was standing at the door of Wulan's apartment. Knocked on the door and waited for the woman to emerge from behind it.

He revealed his sweetest smile when the figure of Wulan was now in front of him.

"Bonsoir (good afternoon), Miss Wulan," she said.

"Salut, Petit Morveux (hallo, bad boy)," said Wulan as he opened the door and invited Max to enter.

"T'es tres belle (you are so beautiful)," praised Max as he looked at Wulan from head to toe. The clothes that Wulan was wearing looked so sweet wrapped around her tiny body. Knee-high sleeveless mini dress with floral motifs.

Max put his backpack on the sofa, then grabbed Wulan's slender waist and carried her into his arms. "Ma petite fille de l'est (my petite eastern woman)," she whispered as she kissed Wulan's soft lips.

"My annoying French boy," replied Wulan while shuffling Max's hair.

"I have a gift for you" said Max. He took Wulan to sit on the sofa. His hand moved open his backpack and grabbed a long black box from inside.

"What's this?" ask Wulan.

"Bon noel, Bebe (happy Christmas, dear)," said Max as he grabbed Wulan's palm and placed the box on it.

"Can I open?" asked Wulan with sparkling eyes.

"Oui (yes)."

Slowly Wulan opened the cover of the plain black box. His forehead twitched as soon as he saw the contents. A paper that is neatly folded. He immediately took the paper and opened it.

A print out e-ticket round trip Qatar Airways economy class aircraft with its name and Max name listed there.

Wulan's eyes were perfectly rounded. Then looked at Max with a feeling of sadness.

"Bon Noel (happy Christmas), that's all I can give you" Max blushed.

"Max ... This .. you're so overreacting." Wulan could not hide her happiness. A gift he never imagined. A very useful gift for him.

Max chuckles. "If the date doesn't match, I'll file a reschedule."

"No. The date is right," said Wulan made Max smile with relief. "Merci" he said, hugging his beloved boy.

"What visa do I need to enter Indonesia?" max asked after Wulan let go of his embrace.

"Visa on arrival (visa on arrival), thirty days."

Max threesome. "Tres bien(that's great)."

"Max ...."

"Yes?"

"You're still selling Cannabis?" asked Wulan while leaning her back against the back of the sofa.

"No."

"Good."

"When I meet you, I don't know why my finances are getting better."

"Maybe I have good energy."

Max wettest. "That's for sure" he said, clenching Wulan's lips at a glance. "Your inner workings are luring all good things closer to me."

Wulan chuckled at Max's words that sounded like a joke. But the young man's face looked serious. He cupped Max's face and pinched his face with anxiety.

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You leapt from crumbling bridges

Cityscapes turn to dust

Filming helicopters crashing in the ocean

From way above

Got the music in you baby, tell me why

Got the music in you baby, tell me why

You've been locked in there forever

Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers

Wrapped in your arms

You've been hiding them in

Hollowed out pianos left in the dark

Your lips, my lips, apocalypse

Your lips, my lips, apocalypse

Go and sneak us through the rivers

Flood is rising up on your knees, oh please

Come out and haunt me, I know you want me

Come out and haunt me

Sharing all your secrets with each other

Since you were kids

Sleeping soundly with the socket

That she gave you cutched in your fist

You've been locked in there forever

And you just can't say goodbye

When you're all alone

I will reach for you

When you're feeling low

I will be there too

Apocalypse ~Cigarette After Sex ~

"Why are you so beautiful, Wulan ...."

Max looked at the face of Wulan who was below him with a gaze full of puja. He stroked the sweet and resigned face slowly, then his fingers traversed the inch by inch of Wulan's body, accompanied by a soft song from Cigarette After Sex, Apocalypse that added to the passion of the night.

My lips, your lips. My skin, your skin. Mine's yours, the apocalypse.

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SURESS, PARIS.

Ludovic, who was wrapping some raw meat for display in a storefront cabinet, turned his attention to a man who had just walked into the store.

The thin-floated man smiled at him as he walked closer.

"Ah, welcome, Monsieur Arsenault," said Ludovic kindly. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Wrap, Monsieur Guillaume, I need two pieces of fresh sirloin" replied the man who was none other than Damien Arsenault as he looked at the pieces of meat in the storeroom in front of him. "And also 500 grams of andouille" he continued, pointing to a row of sausages hanging behind Ludovic.

"D'accord (okay), wait a minute." Ludovic immediately prepared Damien's order deftly. Moments later, he handed Damien a large paper bag of mixed meat and sausages. "Everything becomes 75 euros."

Damien reached into his pocket and took the wallet from there. Then he took a hundred euros and handed it to Ludovic.

"What is your son's relationship with his teacher?" damien asked while receiving a twenty-five euro change from Ludovic.

The middle-aged man just shook his head. "I don't know how to. Max is so stubborn. I can't argue with him."

Damien pulled the corner of his lips. "I know someone who can help you."

"Ah, bon? Qui? (ohyah? who?)," asked Ludovic.

"You meet the New Teacher, Miss Jolene Dupont."

"Jolene Dupont" said Ludovic. He recalled meeting the woman once in Jean-Baptiste Say when the school called her about the mess Max was making. "Can he help me?"

Damien nodded. "Yes, just tell him the problem Max is having right now."

Ludovic was silent for a moment. "Well, after the Christmas break is over, I'll see him."

"Good, Monsieur Guillaume," Damien said happily. "Ciao (drug), Monsieur Guillaume," he told Ludovic.

"Merci." Ludovic nodded.

Damien stepped out of the butcher shop with a slanted smile on his lips.

I don't want to be broken alone. Just wait for your turn.

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