The Revenge of a Bad Girl
Trying to Love is a Wound

Since leaving Iraz, Aine has turned into a quiet and reclusive girl. He lost half of his life. But even so, he still struggled to achieve his goals.

Next to him feeling the loss of Iraz, that's where he felt the return of Alvan. God deliberately returned Alvan so that his life was not too empty. But instead, he picks up Iraz, arranging for the man to never see him again.

It hurts, but he has to be strong.

Today Aine was invited to attend an exhibition event held at the Unkamsa Gallery. Especially to showcase works that are considered high selling value. It just so happened that his work came from one of the works on display. Thanks to the success of his paintings, he was chosen to give a briefing as well as share some tips to become a good painter.

Aine was a little nervous about it this way.

He stared at his body. Already beautiful. Tonight she was wearing a knee-length white dress combined with matching color high heels. Her straightened hair was allowed to sag. Her natural face looks elegant and classy. She's a pretty top artist.

"Well, are you ready?" Alvan's waiting in the living room. He's been blown away by Aine's performance tonight. Very pretty, makes him crazy.

"Hmmm," he replied slowly.

Alvan stood up. "Yeah!" bring him. He's the one who's gonna take Aine to the gallery.

Aine did not answer. But he walked behind the man. Actually he did not want to be escorted by Alvan, other than because he was an ex, also because it was troublesome. But he made a promise to Iraz that he wouldn't go out alone at night.

Aine looked at Alvan from behind. Seeing the man's body again reminded him of Iraz. Their posture was similar, only that Iraz was taller and more muscular than Alvan. But at first glance, the man was exactly like Iraz.

Alvan opened the car door for him.

"Please come in, Ain.." she said softly.

Aine bengong for a moment. I don't know why. He looked at the open car door.

"Will? Why?" Alvan moved his hand in front of Aine's face. "Hey, why the hell?"

"Eh, no. That's okay, Van.." she answered. He hurriedly got into the car so as not to be asked more questions.

"What do you think, Ain?" ask Iraz sympathy.

"No. Just curious about what Iraz is doing right now," he said honestly.

Suddenly Alvan's face pouted. He has to be honest if he actually hates that human named Iraz. Because of that guy, he lost Aine's love. If only the man had not appeared in Aine's life, perhaps the girl still loved him until now.

"Well, why are you still thinking about him? You should hate him, because he left you for no apparent reason,"

"Kok you said that, anyway?" aine's tone of voice sharpened.

"I said he was bad. She has turned you into a sad girl. Look at your face now, never smile again!" Alvan tries to instigate Aine to hate Iraz.

"He didn't change me! I chose this path! He didn't want me to be like this either, but I missed it because I love him so much!" Aine looked at Alvan sharply. "Don't poison me, Van! You won't make it!"

The man smiled wryly. It was quite difficult to return Aine to the starting point of her character. He's smarter now. "Sorry, Ain," he said.

Aine grunted annoyedly. Had it not been for Iraz's advice, he would have taken a taxi. But the man forbade him from taking a taxi or motorcycle if there was no surveillance. He said the danger of a girl as beautiful as himself going alone. He was the same driver. So that's why he chose to go with Alvan. Indeed, the man is also dangerous, but if something happens, at least he will not be mutilated or chopped like the case that has been rampant lately.

"Well, you want to be a painter, okay?" Alvan asked softly.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where have you been all this time?" Aine sniffed ketus. It seems he doesn't like Alvan anymore.

"You're being violent, Ain..."

Aine did not answer anymore. He prayed a little gallery quickly until, because he was very lazy with Alvan. The man seemed to be trying again on her.

Not ten minutes later, they reached their destination.

The Unkamsa Gallery looks crowded tonight. The main hall door was full of white flowers. The display lights highlight each wall containing paintings of brush strokes on the winner. The main light is turned off. Starting from the main door to the exit is coated with a dark red carpet, making the room luxurious and classy.

Aine was warmly welcomed. The news of his victory had already spread to at least everyone present that night. They acknowledged Aine's over-burdened talent.

"Hi, Miss Aine, meet me Thomson, the host of this show."

Aine turned around when she heard the voice of someone behind her body, then found a man clad in a light brown suit smiling towards her.

"Oh, hi, Mister..." Aine extended her hand, giving each other a chance to shake hands. "It's nice to meet you, sir."

"It's nice to meet you too, pretty girl." Tomson replied as he shook Aine's hand. "Your painting is amazing. Very telling and memorable. I promoted it and the demand for this painting exploded. Looks like you have a great asset to become a professional painter."

Aine smiled in return.

"Yes, enjoy the exhibition today, starting next week you have entered training. Okay?"

"OK, Mister. Thanks..."

The man smiled and left Aine. He approached other important guests.

Alvan doesn't know much about painting. That's why he doesn't open his voice much. If he talks at most just asking trivial things that do not mean at all. Aine doesn't answer it sometimes.

"Which painting are you, Ai?" Alvan asked while glancing everywhere.

"That's near the corner!" Aine pointed.

Alvan was shocked, the wall where Aine's painting was displayed was full of crowds of people. It seems they were interested to see the hand scratches.

"I want to see it too..." Alvan headed for the crowd. He was really curious about Aine's work. How great had the girl harbored her talent all this time?

Alvan watched the painting himself. It's really good. Aine is smart to adjust the color, not to mention the exact same shape as the original.

"Similar to Monalisa's painting, right? Tell a great story," commented one of the girls among the crowd.

"yes, but the color collision is exactly like a Stary night. Maybe the painter was a big fan of Leonardo Davichi and Vincent Van Gogh. To the extent that the streams of the two are put together."

Alvan confirmed the words of those people. He just found out that Aine is great at painting.

The man stared at the painting. He knows who the object is inside. Definitely Iraz. He was very upset with the shape of the man's face.

The object of the painting recounts that he was sitting waiting under dusk. He hugged his knees, staring at the sun. The man's expression was sad, as if symbolizing a farewell. Believe it or not, Aine painted it because of the command of her heart. It was as if Iraz was going to leave his life. But strangely, why could he think of that even before the man left. Could God have given us guidance from the beginning? If so, how foolish he was to realize everything.

"That's lucky for him!" alvan looked at the painting. "I should be the object!"