The Revenge of a Bad Girl
Yes, It's Better That Way

The morning arrived. Aine sat on the chair while playing her hape. Today he didn't come in because of the weekend. So he decided to relax all day.

Alvan came to Aine's place after returning home from the office. The weekend was a bit relaxed, so he came faster.

"Hi, Ain. noon," said Alvan. He came with a lot of plastic bags in his hands. Her lips developed a sweet smile.

Aine raised her face. Glanced at Alvan for a moment. Then his eyes moved into the man's hands.

"What's eagle?" tanya Aine was a bit careless.

"much. Asa groceries are also staples. I threw myself into buying all this" said Alvan, lifting his plastic bag. Of course after showing off the items he had brought.

"Oh. Thanks." said Aine and then came back. His gaze was a hundred percent shifted on the hape in his hand.

"What are you again? How busy are you?"

"No. Just look at Iraz's eyes again. I miss him." replied Aine weakly. "Look, he's a good-looking guy like this. Uh, he's a handsome guy. Want what style he remains Perfect. Miss you really, anyway," the girl showed me a photo of Iraz taken secretly. At that time Iraz was wearing a gray Hoodie and was cool slicing onions. Looks good when cooking.

Alvan can't lie. Iraz is cool. He is the one who admits. Of course women are crazier in judging it. But it was precisely because the man was cool that he did not like it. Because Aine hated him. Had the girl not known Iraz, she would have stayed in love with Alvan. But all was destroyed because of that man.

"Hmmm, it doesn't seem good to talk about another man in front of a girlfriend. I'm a bit hurt" Alvan warned.

"Idihhh, who am I? Neither do friends!" ketus Aine's.

"Loh, I'm your boyfriend. Ex I mean,"

"Why? Didn't we live happily before?"

"Yes, but if you think again, I'd better live like this. My guy's standards have gone up.. Already have to be handsome, smart, rich, good attitude. It's exactly like Iraz. Less than that I don't want to."

"Ye, that's your name altitude!"

"Whatever, the important thing is that I choose the standard. "

Alvan was aware of the debate of the situation. Yes, it is better to look for another topic. Or not to take the girl to cook. Or what yahh made him forget about Iraz.

"Eh, let's cook it, I'm hungry already," forced to lie to get the topic diverted.

"By yourself! You have hands, you have eyes, you have a heart, you can do it yourself. I still have to look at Iraz's face. To get my miss paid. "

Alvan clenched his hands tightly. Why the hell would the girl not turn away? But he tried to do his best. But what could he make of her besides enjoying Aine's treatment.

"Well, I'll go to the kitchen first" Alvan said.

"OK." reply Aine briefly. He focused on the phone in his hand.

Turns out Alvan didn't get into the kitchen. He stopped at the door to hear what Aine was saying. He wanted to know more about Aine.

"Well, I'm sorry. If you don't want to forget it, then I will force you to forget it.