The Revenge of a Bad Girl
Why We Worry

Aine looked at the painting in front of her. Almostdone. Just need to add some polish to make it perfect.

Aine painted a man under dusk who hugged his knees under an orange glow. The man's expression clearly showed that he was waiting for someone.

I don't know what Aine was thinking. But he was not sure this painting would work. But never mind, he's been working on it for almost two weeks. If he fails, the important thing is that he has tried.

"Iraz will be angry if you know his face that I made my painting object?" Aine muttered as she mixed in a new color. "If he's angry, I'm not going to finalize. Easy,"

Aine resumed her work. Declaring colors that are not right for him. And the result, well.

Aine smiled looking at the 40×40 sized painting in front of her. It was Iraz, when they were visiting to see the twilight on the hill a few months ago. Since then, he has dreamed of capturing the moment with his own handiwork. If he doesn't win, it's okay for him. Because the painting will be returned to him.

But why did Aine feel sad about the painting? Why does he feel weird? Honestly, during the process, he cried a lot. I don't know why he felt there was going to be a breakup. It was as if one of them would disappear.

Hopefully just feeling.

Tok.dok...

Someone knocked on Aine's tightly shut room door.

"Who?" aine asked hurriedly thrust the canvas under the bed.

"Your husband-to-be!" tell the man behind the door.

"Iraz huh?" actually, Aine knew that it was Iraz, but she just needed time to hide the canvas.

"No, Stevan." he said again.

"Oh, wait a minute." instantly replace it with a smaller canvas.

"Eh, Iraz?" open the door wide. "Tumben's home soon? It's still twelve o'clock,"

"That's why twelve o'clock can't go home, is it?" go inside and lay down her body on Aine's bed.

"It could be, hehehe," Aine again sat in front of the half-work canvas that was in the corner of the room.

Iraz stared at Aine's back in a supine position. "That's the painting the race wants to follow?"

"Hmm, yes, Raz." he lied.

"You're raising the theme of a dream?"

"Well, right. I love paintings that are related to the subconscious." she replied casually.

"very colorful. Similar to The Starry Night."

"Currently, Raz! Let me tell you that..."

"That means you're in line with Vincent Van Gogh. He's one of the world's most famous painters of impressionism."

"I know. He's my favorite painter after Michelangelo."

"Michelangelo's? Well, we're different, Ai. I don't like him because his paintings are more open. Although I actually like the flow. I prefer Salvador Dali. He's a real idol of mine."

"He's a stream of Surialism, isn't he?"

"yeah. Dreamland."

"I like it too. Karl Schmidt Rottluf and Claude Monet. Anyway all the painters I like, except Pablo Picasso. The flow of cubism I don't understand. After all, his paintings were absurd and uninteresting as well. But he has fans. I think I'm the only one who doesn't seem to him."

"Gilak if you don't like artists as good as Pablo. But that's okay, because that's your right. Its popularity would also not diminish just because it was disliked by Aine. But I'm sure, she'll feel like a failure if she knows a girl as pretty as you don't support her. It had no effect on his popularity, but it had an impact on his spirit..."

"Aaaaaa Iraz!! You're ngeselin!"

"Btw, it's a beautiful day. You want to sing?" Iraz got up, confirmed Aine's answer.

"My voice's not good, Raz.." Aine refused subtly.

"It's okay. Wait a minute, I'll get you a guitar." he just stepped up and walked into the next room.

Not for a minute, Iraz returned with a black guitar. Jump up on top of Aine's bed and start picking the instrument.

"What song do you want to sing, Ai?"

"I can't sing, Raz,"

"I got to bring a guitar, you know! You have to sing!" force Iraz.

"I'm ashamed..."

"It's okay. I help you. So what song do you want to sing?"

Aine who felt compelled finally replied, "The One That Got Away. I wanted to sing it a long time ago,"

"Katy Perry's song?"

"Hmm, yes."

"Okay.. directly!" Iraz folded his legs on the bed - of course after opening the shoes. Hugged the instrument and started picking it back up.

In another life

I would be your girl

We'd keep all our promises

Be us against the world

In another life

I would make you stay

So I don't have to say you were

The one that got away

The one that got away

I'll be your lover

We will keep all our promises

Together facing this world

I'll keep you here

So I don't have to say you're the only one I lost.

The only one I lost.

Aine sings where she paints. It was painful to sing this song because it seemed to express his current feelings. It is undeniable that he is indeed afraid of losing Iraz.

"The one that got away..." Iraz sings once more before ending the passage.

"The song is good, the meaning is deep" Iraz began to comment. "But my advice, you don't have to aspire to be a singer, Ai, your voice is very mediocre..."

Aine manyun's. "Who wants to be a singer? I'm also self-conscious."

"Hahahaha, don't be angry, Ai. I'm kidding doang..."

"So seriously, that's fine, because I know it's a fact."

"Hahahaha, what a baperan! I'm not kissing back, anyway?"

"No!" reply Aine wryly.

"Bhhahah, so it's jolly!"

***

It was late afternoon, Iraz sat at his desk. There are some tasks that he has not completed in the office. Well, he came home quickly out of fear of leaving Aine alone after learning Alvan had come to the house these past few days. He was worried in case the man had malicious intentions towards Aine.

But Iraz didn't tell Aine. Even the girl would not know if she knew about Alvan's visit. Iraz is weird, he knows everything beyond logic. And that's what makes him unique.

"What kind of fruit do you want?" ask Aine from the kitchen.

"Fruit."

"Fruit lovers!"

Not five minutes, Aine has come to bring the dishes.

"Well..your favorite fruit!" offering pieces of apples.

"Summer...."

Aine put on her upset face. But strangely he complied with the man's request.

Be his hands working plus his mouth chewing. You can eat without delaying work. It's really nice to be him.

"Ai.." he said finished eating the fruit.

"Hmmm, uh,"

"Love you forever🎶🎶" turns out she sings.

"I'm singing, Ai. I'm not calling you" Iraz teased.

"Kirain called me!"

"Ai.. love you forever.. and forever.." sing again.

"Ai.." now he called the girl sitting nearby. There is no reason, Aine is busy chewing fruit.

"Dad!" call again. The one called doesn't care. Probably thought Iraz was singing kayaks earlier.

"AI! I CALLED YOU!"

Aine turned her head, looking at Iraz's face. "Oh, chirain sing."

"No, no, Ai!"

"Oh. What's?"

"Love you!" says annoyed.

"What is singing?"

"No! Pantun!" sahut Iraz monyong's.

"Haha. Very short!"

"I'm serious. Love you full. So full's. Aiaminbi, Ai. Voglio stare sempre con te. Ho paura in lasciarti." said Iraz mixed his language.

"What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand!"

"I said, marry me!" teach Iraz.

"Hahahaha, your jokes aren't funny!"