The High School Bad Boy
Chapters 84. Tropical Love's.

CHARLES DE GAULLE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, PARIS.

5 years 2021.

Have you left, Wulan? I've been in Purwokerto but I haven't seen your mother. Let me know when you arrive. We meet him together.

Wulan smiled wryly reading a line from Pierre on her phone screen. His face looked a little tense. He was compiling the words that would be conveyed to his mother later regarding his divorce with Pierre.

"Hey, why is your face so tense. Who sent the message?" ask Max who is sitting next to him. He glanced at Wulan's cell phone screen. Seeing Pierre's name there, Max rolled both his eyeballs.

"Let's get it all done, Max," entertained Wulan when he saw the look on Max's face turned sour.

"It's up to you" said Max, looking straight ahead.

Wulan throbbed while watching some prospective passengers who started arriving at the entrance of the waiting room.

Fifteen minutes later there was an announcement for passengers to get on the plane.

"Allez, Max!" wulan exclaimed at Max who was still sitting on his chair.

With a lazy Max moved from his chair and followed Wulan in through the garbarata (connecting bridge) to the door of the plane.

"Bienvenue (welcome) ...." A beautiful mid-east-faced flight attendant in her uniform and red hat smiled kindly at Wulan and Max. "Merci" he said when he finished checking his passport and boarding pass.

"Here ...." Wulan pulled Max's arm to get into rows of 40 A and B seats.

Max complied and sat quietly by the window. His eyes are out. His face still looks sour.

"Merci" Wulan told a flight attendant who helped her close the locker on her seat.

"Max ...." Wulan leaned over to check Max's face facing the window.

"Mmmm ...."

"You angry?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Because of Pierre?"

Max nodded. Wulan was blown away instantly. This kid is adorable. Acknowledging that he was angry innocently. If someone else would've covered it up because of prestige, but not with Max.

"Don't laugh!" sergeant Max.

"Already, Max ... Pierre is nobody to me now (not nobody to me now)."

Wulan clasped Max's hand. Then forced the young man to give him a single smile.

The plane began to move across the runway. A few moments later, the roar of the machine sounded louder and louder. Indicates if the aircraft is ready to take off.

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PURWOKERTO, CENTRAL JAVA.

The city did not change much like the last time Wulan left it. The air is not too hot, the traffic is not as chaotic as big cities in Indonesia, special culinary like mendoan, soto sokaraja, kluban, kluban, lumpia boom and many others is something Wulan always misses when away from his hometown.

However, before enjoying his vacation in his hometown, there is something that Wulan must finish first.

Faced with the Mother. Explain her divorce with Pierre. And, if possible, introduce Max to his family.

He left Max, who had fallen asleep at the hotel a short time ago, to return home to his mother, with Pierre.

"Mom, me and Wulan are no longer together." So Pierre said with his rigid Indonesian language, when only the three of them sat in the living room, after the two Wulan sisters no longer chatted with them.

"Why?" That's all it says from his mother's lips. But the middle-aged woman did not protest or demand further details when answers from Pierre or himself did not satisfy her at all.

His mother could only wish him all the best, and then gave his blessing to Pierre, who would soon remarry Emelie.

"Aren't you papa Pierre getting married again?" ask the mother to Wulan when Pierre said goodbye a moment ago.

"No papa, ma'am."

"Aren't you sad at all, Wulan? Is it because it happened almost a year ago?"

Wulan grimacing. "Let's introduce you to someone, yeah," Wulan blushed.

The mother looks astonished. "Who did you come with, Wulan?"

Wulan. He had no intention of answering his mother's question. The middle-aged woman could only resign when Wulan said goodbye to leave the house.

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"Wake up, Sleepy Head (wake up, sleepyhead)!"

Wulan kisses Max's lips gently. He made the young man slowly open his eyes.

"What time is this?" ask her with a hoarse voice. He blinked his eyes which felt heavy.

"Three o'clock in the afternoon," Wulan replied with a crisp laugh. "Sorry, yes, I left you here alone."

"Hmmmm .. shit, I got jetlag," he murmured. Then position his body to continue his sleep again.

"Don't sleep anymore, Max!" exclaims Wulan while waving a blanket that covers Max's body. "O My God (yes god)!" pekik Wulan while closing both of his palms. He saw Max's plain body without a thread.

"Why are you so surprised? Have you not seen me often without clothes?" max Goda.

"You're deliberately, yes, trying to tease me?"

Max wettest. "If so, how?" He grabbed a small bottle of mouth freshener spray on the nightstand and sprayed it into his mouth.

Wulan frowned. It seems like Max had prepared that thing before. He pulled the corner of his lips.

"I know what you're up to, Naughty Boy!"

"What's the difference with making love in Suresnes, you idiot!"

"Don't know .. might be different, maybe not, let's find out" Max said as he stripped Wulan of the clothes. "After this, you take me for a walk, okay?" he said while giving a soft kiss on Wulan's neck.

Wulan nodded while lowly moaning as Max's tongue swept over the top of his chest. He looked at the young man who was also looking at him with a seductive look.

"Max ...."

"Hmmm ...."

"Venez ici (here) ...."

Max crawled back up, and fused his body with his lover's body in harmony. Regular movement, gentle touch, a small peck that a few moments later turns hot and softens back, everything.

So next.

Tropical love's.

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"Wow .. I've never seen your casual look like this" Wulan said, noting Max, who had just finished wearing his white shirt.

White short-sleeved t-shirts, shorts, shoes and socks at ankle-high, then her hair that she tied just about anything, Max looks charming. Wulan could not hide her admiration.

"T'es parfait (you're perfect)" Wulan praised.

Max smiled amusedly at Wulan's praise. "On y va (ayo)?"

Out of the hotel where Max was staying, Wulan booked an online taxi and took Max to eat at a famous soto restaurant in his hometown.

He knew Max's astonished reaction to seeing the restaurant he was talking about was just a simple restaurant.

Max is also astonished to find himself in the limelight of many. From the one who looked at him for a long time without blinking, there were whispering, and some were calling him, mister, mister, how are you.

But Wulan was relieved Max did not feel too bothered by all that. He was friendly with people who interacted with him.

"Wrap what's eating here, Ma'am?" ask the guard at the soto stall to Wulan.

"Eat here, sir."

"Bojone's sister, Ma'am (this is her husband)?" He asked Wulan again, while preparing two bowls of soto ordered by Wulan.

"Yes, Mr ...."

"Superior temen, Ma'am (very handsome)."

Wulan only grimaced, glancing at Max who was dumbfounded listening to their conversation. He invited the young man to sit in an empty chair in the corner of the room.

"Pinter temen Mbak'e gale nggolet bojo, yes (so cool mbaknya nyari husband, yes)."

Wulan grimaced to hear the slur of a hooded middle-aged woman sitting next to her desk. He and his entourage were all boisterous flirting with Max who was now looking at Wulan in wonder. He smiled at those women.

"I'm a photo arep karo bule lah, ulih mbok, Mbak (i want the same photo bule, can you, Ma'am)?"

"Wes aja disturbed bae, melas kae arep madang (have not been disturbed continue, pity it wants to eat)."

Wulan only shook her head to hear their jolts. Two bowls of soto and two glasses of iced tea were now presented before them.

"Pourquoi tout le monde me regarde comme (why does everyone see me like that)?" ask Max.

"Parce que t'ess beau (because you're handsome)."

"C'est tout (that's all)?"

"Oui, Max ...."

Max's lips are throbbing. In France, if an unknown person stares at him endlessly or even does uncomfortable things, even if only small things such as jokes, catcalling, can be prosecuted for verbal abuse.

Apparently in Indonesia it is natural and shows the friendliness of the population.

The Indonesians are friendly.

"This is what's her name?" ask Max while stirring his soto bowl.

"Soto ...."

"You eat all this?" Max scoops a few pieces of cow's innards with a frown. In France, people rarely consume cow parts such as tripe, liver and such.

"Yes, that's delicious, Max ...."

"Okay, I'll try ...."

Max chewed on a piece of tripe that was chewy and felt strange on his tongue. But because he did not want to make Wulan disappointed, he continued his feed.

The overall taste of soto is delicious, although it is a bit of a shock to his tongue and the pieces of cow's innards that feel strange to him.

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One week in a country so different mood to his home country, Max enjoys it with joy. Even when Wulan introduced her to Mother and her two sisters, everything went smoothly. The language barrier to communicate with the Wulan family did not make him tremble. The Wulan family received well, although her age with Wulan was far adrift.

There was no longer any barrier between them. Just wait until Max is ready to edit Wulan.

Five years ahead.

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