The Revenge of a Bad Girl
Aine's Visit

Oh, it turns out like it's Iraz's face. Handsome is covered.

***

Iraz hasn't covered his face since Aine's birthday. He thought there was no point in covering it up. Aine has seen it.

The man's life had grown more peaceful since granting Aine's request. He didn't have to bother anymore to make sure the girl didn't mess with him. No need to check CCTV every day, no need to lock the door when traveling and certainly free to do anything without being blocked by masks again.

And finally Aine also knows the reason why Iraz tried to hide his identity. Iraz said for his safety and survival.

Aine was not wrong. He had seen Iraz's face on television. The man admitted it. He said he had participated as a model to promote the new products they launched. And the ads he starred in were global advertising. So Iraz was afraid to show himself. He knew there were many people who would be suspicious of him if he revealed his secret.

This morning Iraz and Aine ate together at the same table. Eating like this is more fun. They can comment on each other. It's not as usual - just when Aine has to deliver food to Iraz and the man closes the door to eat. Redirect.

"Ai, you can be a chef" Iraz said this morning.

"What chef! The salt is not over yet!" tell the girl.

"Eh, really, Ai! My advice is mending school again to be a real chef. It's a shame his talent was missed."

"Hehehehe, I'll think. But my ideals aren't Raz's cooks, how's dong?"

"So painter, huh?" guess Iraz.

"Yes, Raz. Hehe. I want to be a famous painter "so that girl.

"That's good too. Work as much as possible, and I'll help promote." Iraz paused for a moment. "Those hands should be needed and cherished, not the hands of those with money. I'm proud of you, Ai, it turns out you still have ideals."

Aine smiled. Iraz always made her happy.

"Oh yeah, Ai, today we can visit your parents' house. You can look around before you decide. All of you picked up the stuff you said yesterday," Iraz spoke as he chewed his rice.

Aine immediately shone. "really?"

"Yes, Ai. But my advice is not to be too rigid when meeting them. You must be arrogant and oppressive. And for now we have to hide our identity. I've considered this decision." Iraz stared at Aine for a bit then returned to the plate of fried rice in front of him.

"Why should I hide my identity?" aine asked confusedly.

"Such is his consideration. If you want to succeed in this mission, then follow my game. It'll be a nice warm-up." Iraz's smile expands perfectly.

Aine nodded. "But what if I fail or fail?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm there. Now all you have to do is act as much as possible. Okay?" Iraz threw his sweet smile at the girl.

"Okay, Raz." she replied deg-degan.

They both continued eating.

"Damn! Now it's my turn to wash the dishes!" said Iraz after he finished eating.

"You're lazy I can change. It's okay, Raz." haggard Aine.

"No, Ai. I have to learn responsibility. When I lived at Papa's house, I never did homework. Now I have to take responsibility because this isn't papa's house!" Iraz stood up while collecting their dirty dishes. "It's okay, Ai, you've changed my job a lot. We're on a schedule and I'll follow it."

Aine didn't know what to do. Wanted a smile but he was afraid Iraz thought it was not sane. Wanting to praise, he doubted what such a small thing was worthy of praise. So he could only admire the man in his heart.

***

"Ai, we can go in after four." Iraz told me after he finished washing the dishes.

"Why four o'clock?"

"I called Isman, he said they had an event. He said four o'clock just got home."

"Well, long time! Where it's still morning!" aine whine.

Iraz smiled a little. "We can use the time left to turn you into an angel."

"meaning?"

"Follow me, Ai!" the man pulled Aine's hand and carried her into the car. Iraz drove the car downtown

Aine is actually confused with Iraz. The man was silent from then on. He wanted to ask but was also reluctant. You guys, just follow what he wants to do, Iraz must be planning something cool.

"Make my girlfriend an angel!" iraz orders a woman after they arrive at a fairly crowded building.

Aine was surprised but did not comment. Actually more surprised because Iraz called him a girlfriend anyway.

"Good, Sir." The woman replied with a smile.

"Raz, do I want to flap?" ask Aine scared. He hugged the man's arm covered in the mask.

"I'm afraid, I'm going to retaliate,"

"But..."

"Go Ai, it's for me."

***

Aine felt like she was a different person when she was dressed like she was now. It is beautiful, but not good because it never is.

Short and tight clothes, hair on sausages, thick makeup, high heels, thick lipstick basically everything on his body at this time makes him uncomfortable. He did not understand why he had to be picnic to his side.

"Raz.." call Aine to the guy who's playing hape outside.

"Ai, you're so beautiful," Iraz lauded the release.

"Hehehe, thanks, Raz. But I'm not comfortable, this skirt is too short" Aine said as she tried to lower her skirt.

"It's okay this time, Ai. Just hold on first," Iraz glanced around, a good situation because it was quiet again. This meant that he had the opportunity to open his mask.

"Mr..." Iraz called a woman who happened to pass by.

"Yes?" answered the woman who was about eighteen years old.

"Picture us dong," he told me to shoot a hape.

The woman did not answer, but smiled as she accepted the man's offer.

Iraz immediately hugged Aine, he smiled broadly. Same with Iraz, Aine also smiled widely. Their height is almost the same because of the high heels that Aine uses. Though the original Aine is short if not helped by high heels.

In some portraits they do the same. Both smile, equally stylish, and equally deg-degan.

At 16:40 Iraz and Aine arrive at Isman's house. Iraz gave Aine a mask. He said it wasn't hard to recognize that face. Although he was different, but still Aine who used to still look like Aine who now.

"Remember, you have to act like you're a woman of high social rank. Try speaking in a foreign language. As much as possible show a haughty style. And don't forget to push them out. Okay?" Iraz commits us when they're still at the gate.

Aine took a breath. He looked into Iraz's eyes and nodded with confidence. "Okay, Raz." answered the spirit.

"I'll sit next to you. So if you don't know what to do, just look at my phone, I'll type what you have to do. Youunderstand?" ask Iraz again.

"Well, Raz." answered Aine confidently. He looked at Iraz's face covered in a mask as well.

Iraz took her hand. "You've got to make it, Ai, here's the determinant if you can master them." Iraz channeled power into the girl.

"Yes, Raz. Thanks."

Iraz nodded. "We're in now." Both of them stepped through the gate.

Before they enter, Aine and Iraz are greeted by a maid. He was told by Isman to greet them.

Aine was quite surprised to find out that in her house now there was a maid. But he held back from opening his voice.

"Eh, you've come..." Isman immediately welcomed their arrival. "Please enter Mr. Inui and Miss."

Aine who was originally wearing sunglasses is now pretending to be a top artist who with her pedal removed the glasses in an elite style. He looked at his father with a cynical look.

Aine and Iraz follow Isman's steps. The man invites them to sit in the living room that has been specially conjured.

"Please sit down Sir, Miss," Isman said.

No one answered, they were both acting haughty.

"Wait a minute, I'll call my son and wife." Isman looked down, then seconds later he disappeared somewhere.

It's a great opportunity for Iraz and Aine to discuss. They talk about future actions.

"Hi, Miss, Mr. Good afternoon..." Andari and her two daughters greeted with smiles. The three of them dressed up like they wanted to attend a big party. Maybe Isman set this up, thinking that dressing up like that would get him a plus.

Aine looked at the three in turn. Nothing has changed. Even after he wrote down threatening letters to the entire house, no one cared or looked for him. Look at the disgusting faces of the four men.

"Hi Miss, introduce them to my family" Isman said.

Aine stood up, out of her chair. He approached the three women.

"Hy, My name is Zhang Mirae. I'm the leader of YZ's company in five countries." Aine pretended to have a high position. He haughtily extended a hand to you.

"Oh, hi Miss Zhang. It's nice to meet you. I'm You, Isman's wife." He introduced himself.

Aine nodded. Then he shook Vanya and Melanie's hands.

"You beautiful girls. Can I know his name?" Aine managed to make acting as if in a stranger in the house.

"I am Vanya, the youngest child in the house," he hurriedly extended his hand so that Melanie would not precede him.

"Name and face are appropriate. Equally disgusting." said Aine bluntly.

Vanya was surprised to hear that. The smile on his lips instantly disappeared somewhere.

"Why pout?" aine asked as she noticed the change in the little girl's nose.

"You're saying I'm disgusting?"

"Yes. Isn't that right?" he pretended to be staring at Iraz. "Objecting is the same as cute, right?" he blinked one eye at Iraz.

"Not Miss, cute is adorable." Iraz played the game Aine.

"Isn't he?" the girl looked back at Vanya. "Sorry little brother, I'm not yet fluent in your language, so be advised if I can't tell the difference between adorable and disgusting,"

Vanya smile. "It's okay, Miss, I understand."

For the first time Aine was satisfied to see Vanya was not much of a bacot.

He turned to Melanie. The girl who hurt him the most lately.

"Melanie," said Melanie.

"Zhang Mirae." reply Aine. He stared at his annoying sister.