The Revenge of a Bad Girl
Iraz Action

Today is Saturday, Iraz is off. Usually, if he has a holiday like this, he spends time at the gym. But this time he had other plans.

"Hurry, Ai!" said Iraz while waiting for Aine in the car. The girl was changing clothes for fitness today.

"Sorry, Raz." Aine apologized when she got in the car.

Iraz drove his car. He had to drive Aine first.

"What time is it today?" ask Iraz while driving.

"Hour three, Raz."

"Oh. I'll pick up at half-four, how? I have business today." Iraz tell.

"As far as you are, Raz. If not picked up, that's okay too. I can go home by myself" replied Aine.

"Don't go home alone, danger" Iraz warned.

"Yes, keep you busy." - timpal Aine.

"Yes, it's up to you. But when you get home, tell me. Okay?"

"Sipp."

***

The tall man who always covered his face was standing in front of the gate of someone's house. He noticed the situation and entered through the open gate.

"Isman is there?" the man asked a maid who was mopping the porch.

The maid was surprised. Other than because it suddenly appeared, the man's voice was rather heavy.

"Geez!" the maid, who was perhaps half a century old, was holding her chest. "Sorry sir, I'm surprised" he said lowered his head.

"It's okay, hehehe. Isman around?"

"Sir Isman you mean?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh, there, sir. He's inside,"

The man directly entered without any more care for the maid's gaze. Surely the woman thinks she's an impolite child calling an older person without rules. He doesn't care.

"Isman," turns out the man is Iraz.

A man who was sitting while enjoying a cup of coffee turned his head. "Sir boss?" he stood up, revealing himself in the living room.

Iraz walked towards the man named Isman.

"Why are the bosses going to my house?" the man was shaking.

"Why? Can't you?" sahut Iraz ketus's.

"It's not so, sir,"

"Hey, stop calling me sir! You deserve to be called sir! How old do you think I am until I'm called that!" Iraz angry.

"So who should I say your name?" asked the man a little scared.

"Call me my name directly!" raz replied as he sat before the middle-aged man.

"Well, Edo." he answered according to the order.

Iraz shook his head. "Don't Edo! That name was a fucking village once!" says firmly. He did regret making Edo's pseudonym in the company.

"So?"

"Iraz" said the man while thinking.

"Yes, okay, Iraz."

Hearing his name mentioned, Iraz became uncomfortable. "Well, you're not fit to say it! Your voice is too heavy and there's no cute" the man was upset himself.

Only Ai is suitable to call me that. His inner.

"Call me Inui. I think that your crisp voice would be better suited to calling me that, "Iraz is crazy. He changed his name as he pleased.

"Well, Inui." the man who was the subordinate said. If Iraz wasn't famous for being dangerous in the office, he would have stripped the man naked. But Iraz's job makes him a fool who must obey whatever he tells him to.

"Still false. But never mind, that chirping sound of yours might have been born!" Iraz prodded while propping his legs.

"Ma-sorry, Inui" he said softly. "You can tell, what is the purpose of your visit here?"

"Oh.. Go ahead." replied Isman half-nervingly.

Iraz looked around the living room. There are a lot of pictures on the wall. One of the biggest photos caught his attention.

"You only have two children?" Iraz asked as he observed the photo of the four people who were the longest in the large frame. There were two girls sitting in luxurious chairs smiling cheerfully, continuing Isman and his wife standing beside his two daughters.

"Yes" replied the man.

"But if not one of your friends ever said that you have three children. And all women." Iraz lied, he was just testing the guy in front of him.

"No-no, really." she's nervous. "Indeed we adopted a girl, but she's gone."

"Go? Where's where?" Iraz intentionally extended.

"Hm, he's found his real family. And he chose to leave us."

"really?" Iraz seemed to be in disbelief. He continued to look at the photos that were displayed alternately. There is no photo of the girl he wants. None of the hundreds.

"Your daughter is beautiful" Iraz said as he stared at one of the photos of the family's oldest child.

"Hehehe. Besides being beautiful, she is also smart. He's a top university graduate with a near-perfect GPA." the man took the opportunity to praise his daughter.

"O yeah?"

"Yes. He completed his studies in three and a half years. Awesome, right?"

Iraz shrugged both of his shoulders. "You seem to love your daughter very much" he said without looking at Isman's face.

"Hehehe, all fathers are like." he said.

"Hmmm, may it be sincere from your kidneys. I don't want to hear your mouthwash just to look cool. That's a real sissy!"

Isman scratched his head. There were a lot of words from Iraz that he didn't understand.

"Eh, I forgot to drink" he said menglesetkan conversation.

There was no reaction from Iraz, meaning he didn't mind being treated to a drink.

"Movie!!" call once. A girl who was about twenty years old appeared from the direction of the kitchen.

"Yes, what's wrong, sir?" tanyanya lowered her head.

"Make us coffee!"

"Okay, sir." replied the girl without smiling one bit.

"You have a lot of helpers apparently. How many?" I don't know what happened to Iraz until he turned into a man.

"Not much, four doang."

"Oh." the man said briefly. He returned to the photo attached. Why he was always interested in the smallest girl in the family.

Realizing Iraz was watching his youngest daughter, Isman was immediately moved to tell.

"She's my youngest daughter. Her name is Vanya Yorita. He's an accomplished student who's being prepared for school abroad. Her sister, her name was Melanie Erincson. They are proud children." Isman said at length. Iraz didn't ask her anything.

"Neither," said Iraz quietly.

Isman was ashamed of himself. He scratched his head that was not itchy. He stared at Iraz's face covered in a mask with a pseudo face.

"I think I like one of your daughters." The speech managed to make Isman reflex smile.

"Which one? Melanie's? Vanya?"

Certainly not among them. I like your wasted daughter. Aine.

"I can't tell you right now. The point is that one day I want you to be my father-in-law." along with that, Niken-young maid, came to bring me two cups of coffee. He placed the coffee in front of the owner. After that he left.

Iraz raised his left hand and looked at the clock. It was already three o'clock, meaning Aine was done with her activities.

"I think that's enough for today. I go first" Iraz immediately got up, about to leave the man.

"Eh, but the coffee...."

"Drink aja. It's good to fertilize your mangosteen. A cup of coffee is no more important than ayang. Bye," the man actually left, but he left a sardonic smile behind his mask.

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