The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Please, Save Me

"Because of you, Clara Amanda."

An ambiguous answer to the question that has shackled Clara's life for twelve years. Being a girl who has been kept secret since she was ten years old, certainly not something that is easy to live.

In order to keep her safe, Clara must be a sweet girl, not talkative, and certainly obedient to a cold haughty man who locked her up. That guy he used to call Teshar.

“This time I cannot fail,” muttered Clara while clenching her fingers tightly.

After going through many things while inside the secret room where Teshar lived, tonight Clara was determined to escape.

The escape plan tonight wasn't an experiment for the first time. Clara had done it three times and ended up with a chest-stifling failure. Of course it makes Teshar angry. 

The man never touched her. The girl was so dirty that talking to her was something Teshar avoided, even though almost every day the man visited her. Ensure that the situation is healthy and well served by two chosen servants.

Tonight the atmosphere of the residence of Teshar and his parents is not as usual. There were a lot of invited guests coming. It did not escape Clara's observation. He had expected earlier after eavesdropping on the conversation of his two personal servants.

The girl, who is now twenty-two years old, is again planning a reckless action for the fourth time. He would sneak among the invited guests and leave without anyone suspecting. The plan this time was more mature than Clara had ever done before.

Clara had not yet moved from her place, peering behind the white curtains of the room window. He focused on observing the course of the event which carried the theme of the garden party, held in the side garden area which became the separation of two residences belonging to the Indira family. The vast estate consists of two main buildings belonging to Teshar and the other one belonging to his parents. Although close, but Teshar's parents never visited the house he occupied.

“Huh! My fashion style is already similar to those who come, right,” muttered Clara was relieved after making sure the costumes of the female guests look also wearing evening dresses like a princess. 

Tonight is the 50th anniversary of Teshar's parents' wedding. Everyone seemed busy, the servants and bodyguards guarding the residence were nowhere to be. All focus on the party location. A favorable condition for the smooth running of Clara's plan. 

The night breeze entered the room through the slightly open window gap made Clara's body shiver a little. His pale white skin with bluish purple veins seemed to be printed clearly. The girl forgot the last time she smelled the sun and stepped on the ground. His heart was filled with grief whenever he imagined how hard the days had to go through.

“Clara, be patient.” The girl tried to encourage herself. “The free world is waiting."

He rubbed both of his palms to reduce the uneasiness that was starting to hit. The time was very narrow, he already had to get out of this room and join the guests before the event was over, or else the golden opportunity would end up in vain. 

Clara immediately stepped towards the mirror attached to the wall before exiting the room. Sloughing yourself while breathing to eliminate anxiety. The girl clenched her hands tightly as she stepped towards the door.

The girl's hand shifted the bulkhead that separated her room from a large room in the form of Teshar's personal library. It looks lined with high shelves numbering in the tens with thousands of book collections in it. The only window of the world for Clara to know and learn science during her stay in the room.

Clara took a slow step, choosing to take her shoes to reduce the impact sound of the marble floors being stepped on. His hand slowly opened the unlocked door. His two personal servants no longer locked the door after Clara had been kind and had never caused any trouble during this one year. This condition made his heart relieved. 

After observing the quiet corridor of the room without a single guard standing guard, Clara immediately exited and closed the door quietly without leaving a sound. Not wanting to waste much time, the girl stepped quickly down the corridor that had sturdy pillars as a buffer.  

“I have to choose which path is this?” confused muttering. 

Many crossing paths made him hesitant in determining which path was right to go downstairs. The room was as large as in the castle, many rows of tightly shut doors of the room. Clara kept running small with a chaotic mind.

“Should have been a shadow map I've created didn't get me lost.” Clara growled inwardly. 

“Huh. There's people!” his stranglehold was shocked when he was about to turn into one of the intersections where two bodyguards were walking towards him.

Clara immediately turned around in panic, trying to find a place to hide temporarily. The girl backtracked with her hands continuously trying to open one by one the door knobs along her steps.

“Please, God. Leave the unlocked room so I can hide,” the door hopefully.

The silent hallway made even the footprints of the bodyguards walking up even more intimidating. Clara could only hold her breath full of anxiety, her heart pounding. The girl hugged her shoes with one hand, while the other clasped her long dress to make her move freely. Honestly, she really hates the model of the dress she always wears.

“That annoying guy likes to torture me so much by giving me ugly clothes like this.”

Clara grumbled, still continuing to rush to find a place to hide. He really hopes his efforts tonight will work. Clara was still trying to open the door along the passageway through which she passed. 

“How is this. The bodyguard is getting closer,” whispered in frustration.

He desperately hoped to find one room unlocked as there was no longer any place to hide. The hallway is long without any bulkhead. 

Just as two Teshar residence guards appeared in the middle of the intersection, Clara finally managed to open one of the dozens of doors lining the corridor. Hurry the girl in and close slowly so as not to make a sound. How relieved his heart was when it managed to pass for the initial exam.

Clara turned the view, immediately capturing the atmosphere of the room warm, dim lights. A room containing a large bed, on the right side of the wall there are rows of paintings and photographs of a small child.  On the left is a sideboard, sofa, and recliner facing a wide glass window that shows the dark of the night.

“Whose room is this?”

The girl's head twisted direction, scanning the room. He guessed that the room he entered must have a occupant.  

While breathing more calmly, Clara wandered further into the room. Looking at some stuff lying on the nightstand. Stepping closer towards the bed where a rectangular box item lay there. His hand was stretched out to reach the object until the loud sound surprised Clara. The girl took three steps back, her chest pounding.

“What is a mobile phone called?” he wanted to grab that thing. However, his hand accidentally dropped a TV remote control next to him, causing a loud noise on the floor.

“Ops!” Spontaneously Clara smothered her mouth with a palm. He did not realize his one shoe had slipped out of his grasp.

“Who's it outside!” The sound of screaming from inside the bathroom made Clara flinch. A familiar voice that can be ascertained who the owner is.

The girl's eyeballs widened, panic soon overpowered her as the door knob the man was spinning on was about to open.

“Servant!” the man shouted as he opened the door.

“Hah! B-right, that's Teshar's brother?” Clara was suffocated in shock.

Hurriedly he inched backwards, hurriedly opened the door then exited the room. He hoped that the two bodyguards that passed by the corridor had already left and did not find him.