The High School Bad Boy
Part 81's. Obstacle Continues's.

JEAN-BAPTISTE SAY, SURESNES.

Wulan tidied the books and put them in her sling bag, while waiting for the students in the class to come out one by one.

"Miss ...."

Wulan raised her head when she heard someone call her.

"I'm sorry, I've been disrespectful to you."

Janvier, the young man who some time ago annoyed him with his indecent remarks, stood across from his desk with his head bowed.

"Have forgotten it, Janvier. The important thing is don't you repeat it again, huh?" Wulan smiled at her.

Janvier nodded. Then say goodbye to Wulan and pass.

Wulan sighed slowly. After seeing the empty class, he immediately walked out. Tracing the corridor to the outside of the building. There were no more strange looks from the students. Max has cleared everything up. Making sure Wulan can get into school quietly.

He entered his room. There's Adrienne there. Paul and Monique, another co-worker, did not see the trunk of their nose. Maybe there is a class.

"Is that just gossip?" ask Adrienne. "You and Maximilian Guillaume."

Wulan sighed. Didn't answer Adrienne's question.

"You can tell me, Wulan. You can trust me" Adrienne said, patting Wulan on the back.

Wulan's lips were just throbbing. Makes Adrienne smile.

"Actually my suspicions are so great that you have a relationship with Max. But I don't want to interfere. Your right. You're also at risk."

Wulan chuckled while scowling her nape. "L'amour est bizarre (love is strange)" he murmured.

"Just enjoy it, Wulan," jolak Adrienne. "But be careful. Let alone Jolene after you."

Wulan nodded.

"By the way, what's it like dating a 17-year-old?" joking Adrienne makes Wulan open.

"Max is not like a 17-year-old in general. He can even think more maturely than me."

"When in bed, how?"

Wulan's eyes are round. Surprised to get such a question from Adrienne. But then shortly afterwards he smiled. "The best se x I've ever had (the best x I've ever had)" he said.

They both laughed at the same time. But they immediately stop him when Paul and Monique enter the room.

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SURESS, PARIS.

Exiting the butcher shop where he worked, Ludovic squinted his eyes at the latest white Peugeot car, parked on the side of the road.

It wasn't that fancy car that astonished him. But the figure of a blonde woman in it who is now walking towards him that attracts his attention.

"Coat, Monsieur Guillaume," said the woman. Jolene.

"Owh, Miss Dupont ...."

"I want to talk to you" said Jolene. "Can you come with me?"

"Oui, oui, bien sure (yes, yes, of course) ...."

Jolene let the middle-aged man into her car. Soon the car was driving at a speed that was blending with other cars on the road.

He took Ludovic to a cafe in the Champs-Elysee area. An elite area in Paris with luxury and expensive apartments, restaurants and cafes. Cafe Le Jardin Du Petit Palais. That's what's on his nameplate.

"What's the matter, Miss Dupont?" ludovic asked while stirring up the cafe creme that Jolene had ordered for him.

"I'd like to follow up on your report on Miss Wulan Laksana dating your son ...."

"Ah, yes ... how?"

Jolene was silent for a moment. He looked at Ludovic with a sharp eye. "I'll report Miss Wulan as to the police."

"Yes, Monsieur Guillaume .. This is a case of sexual harassment (sexual violence) against minors."

"How can it be called sexual harassment if both of them don't mind?" Max's words a while ago flashed in his mind. That his son really loved his Master Mother.

Jolene smiled obliquely. He sipped his green tea with such an elegant movement.

"The moon is manipulative" Jolene said. "Woman is a predator. He hunts down young people to be slaves to his passions. Max is just one of the victims."

Ludovic's chest thumped loudly hearing Jolene's words. Wulan's sweet face flashed through his mind. Could a gentle woman like her be a predator?

Isn't the outward appearance often deceiving?

"Trust me, Monsieur Guillaume. Your son is in danger. We need to report Wulan to the police immediately."

Ludovic breathed. He turned his eyes for a moment to the street. Then with a heavy heart he nodded.

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"Winter is two weeks away ...."

Wulan placed her head on Max's chest, which was resting her back on the headboard of the bed. He greeted her by gently stroking Wulan's long hair.

"I will bask in the sun as much as possible, so that my skin does not look too pale like this," Max chuckled as he raised his arm.

Wulan grimacing. "You'll feel the sunlight there until you get fed up with it" he said. "But February is still the rainy season. So it won't be too hot."

"I can't wait to go on vacation with you" Max said as he kissed the top of Wulan's head.

"The time is coming soon ...."

Max hugged Wulan tightly. He again kissed the top of Wulan's head repeatedly with anxiety.

"Max ...."

"Oui ...."

"Do you think Jolene's still gonna bother us?"

"Maybe."

Wulan let out her breath heavily. "What's that woman's plan, huh?" muttered.

"Hey, whatever Jolene's gonna do, don't be afraid. We face it with ... The power of love ...." Max spoke as he spread out his arms. Like a poet reading his poetry.

"Even the ridiculous rules made by man cannot defeat love. Right, right, Wulan?"

"T'as raison, Mon Bebe (you're right, my dear)," said Wulan as she pinched Max's cheek.

There was a sound of knocking on the front door. Max and Wulan looked at each other.

"C'est qui (who, huh)?" ask Wulan.

"We just find out" said Max as he moved out of bed.

Wulan followed Max out of the room and stepped towards the front door.

"There's two cops" Max said, peering through a small hole in the door viewer.

"Police?" ask Wulan in astonishment. "Just open up, Max, maybe they're looking for something."

Max immediately opened the door and found two men in dark blue Paris police uniforms with the emblems knitted under their pockets, bearing the words Police Nationale. The two smiled kindly at him, and also at Wulan who was standing behind him.

"We're from the Police Nationale De Paris. Can you meet Miss Wulandari Laksana?

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