The Revenge of a Bad Girl
Aine Beautiful Not Playing

Aine stared at the reflection of her face in the mirror. Real pretty. This was a different face from Aine before. It's so different, though.

Her curly hair had now turned into straight long black hair. His fat face had now turned gaunt. The thick glasses that always blocked her beautiful eyes did not perch on her face anymore. And her skin is affected by the erosion to the equivalent of the skin of the actresses.

The secret lies in the care he receives. Spa three times a week, selected beauty products, to other treatments he received made him turn into an angel. Of course, all that is inseparable from the guidance of Iraz. That man who supported her until it could be like now.

Ever since she had been in the world of beauty, she had increasingly understood why beauty was important. Beauty can be used for everything. Many women sacrifice everything just to look beautiful. Aine only realized it when she saw how dense the spa she was going to was. There are even some people who come every day.

Aine smiled at her new form. It turned out that being beautiful was not as difficult as she thought. Everything is easy with money. But even if it was all easy, he still felt guilty for Iraz. After all, that man was also the one he spent. He sometimes offers to quit the class, but Iraz says he will be angry if Aine stops.

The girl came out of the room. He approached Iraz who was busy in front of the laptop. It just so happens that Iraz chose work from home today. He said he was not feeling well. Aine knew the man was lying, proof that he looked fine now.

"Rome!" call Aine sitting in front of Iraz.

"Hmm?" the man answered without looking.

"I'm not pretty?" tanyanya.

"No." replied Iraz cuek.

"Well! I think it's pretty, "Aine's lips go crazy.

Iraz just chuckled a little. He was kept busy with the laptop keyboard in front of him.

"Raz," call Aine after a while more.

"Hmm?" answer again.

"I'm ugly, aren't I?" tanyanya reversed the statement earlier.

"ugly. But not very ugly" replied the man jokingly.

"Yeah, Iraz!" Aine returned the manyun once more. "Praise me beautiful dong, Raz, I really want to hear it from you,"

Iraz looked at Aine. "Praise is not for just anyone, Ai. But since you're not a random person, then fine." the man stopped his finger typing.

"You're beautiful, Ai." said Iraz.

"Thank you, Raz. Although not sincere, I am happy. Praised by you it makes me more confident as if I were beautiful."

Iraz turned his eyes to the laptop. He was again engaged in the world of work.

"You are beautiful, Ai. I seriously said it," said the man in the midst of his busy life.

Aine's face immediately shone. "The habit of getting people up the ear!"

Iraz shook his head. "As much as you!"

The mood was silent again. Neither Aine nor Iraz spoke anymore. We are busy with our own activities. Aine main hape, while the man works.

Aine stopped her activities for a moment. He looked at the face of Iraz who was focused on working. The sharp eyes were on the laptop screen and the ten fingers were typing without the need to look at the keyboard. He must have been a pro about the computer world. The proof is that it didn't take long to type anything.

"Raz?" call Aine again.

There's no answer. Not just a glance either.

"Raz?" call Aine again. He was a little annoyed by the man's somewhat indifferent behavior.

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaz, you're a bitch, yes!" pissed Aine.

Iraz looked over for a moment. "Yes, what's wrong?"

"Why are you being a bitch?"

"What do you want to call?"

"Honey, honey, beby, or what cake! Let's be romantic!"

The girl was ashamed of herself. Iraz must have deliberately said that to make Aine misbehave. And the result was satisfactory because the girl was completely flushed like a boiled crab.

"What the hell, Raz!"

"Hehehe. You still say Raz! If there's something you want to say, just say it, no need to say the name first, wasteful same time sound, Ai!" Iraz looked at Aine for a moment, then back to work.

"Hehehe, sorry, Raz. I'm addicted to your name, too,"

The man did not continue anymore.

Knowing there were no more topics, Aine stood up. "Want a cup of coffee or a plate of fruit?" ask that man.

"Fruit, Ai! I think it's good to eat fruit during the day," replied Iraz.

"Okey, wait five minutes!" said the girl as she passed in front of Iraz.

Five minutes later....

"Jeng.jeng.jeng.jeng special fruit pieces for Mr. Stefan Joubert ala Aine Fourie. Cut with a full heart and adorned with love. Have a good meal, sir..." Aine placed the plate containing pieces of apples, strawberries and kiwis neatly arranged.

Iraz was amazed to see the piece of Aine. Equally large and neatly arranged. Exactly like pieces of fruit fitting fruit eating event at the palace.

"Your hands are very talented, Ai. Thank you very much,"

"Thank you back" said Aine cheerfully. "I'm out for some fresh air first, well. bye Iraz." the girl hurriedly left the man alone. He knew Iraz wouldn't eat the fruit if he were still there. The man was afraid to show his face.

It should have been a very good opportunity for Aine to see the real face of Iraz. He could have been peering out of the window when the man opened his mask to eat. But Aine knows herself. Iraz has helped her a lot. He did not want to disappoint the man. At least if he can't make Iraz happy, at least he doesn't disturb the man's privacy.

Aine sat on the terrace while enjoying the breeze. It feels peaceful living both like this. There's no Melanie telling him all the time, no Mama nagging just at him, no Papa comparing him and no Vanya troubling him. There was only Iraz who always made her feel safe. The man who gave her new life. His life is not a certainty now.

"Did?" Iraz's voice came from inside.

"Yes?" aine replied, enter the house. Approaching Iraz who was sitting. "What's up, Raz?"

"Huh, help me finish the fruit," said Iraz sliding the plate only half as close as Aine.

"Okay," he answered immediately started eating.

"Raz, I want to go home to my parents" Aine said suddenly.

Sure Iraz was surprised. "You want to leave me?" the man's eyes looked sad.

"No, Raz. I want to show them that I'm alive and that I've changed."

"Don't be rash, Ai!" iraz warned.

"You mean?"

The man fixed his sitting position, linking his hands, staring at Aine sharply. "Weigh first, Ai. If you decide to take revenge now, I think it will fail. You just turned Ai, does that make them regret it enough? I don't think anything's gonna change, you're just gonna get back to being enslaved like before. It might even get worse because you ran away." Iraz gave a reasonable statement.

Aine's expression pouted. "So how do I get my revenge?"

"You must be the ruler. If you are pleased then let me help you for this mission. I've been putting it together from the beginning." Iraz.

" truth? How's it?"

"I will make you ruler, Ai!"