The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
A Submerged Taste

Not bothering to answer questions that are not important for Clara to know. It's too complicated that he actually wants to erase the bitter memories that happened twelve years ago if he can. At that time, Teshar was only twenty-two years old.

Teshar glanced at the girl at a glance as he walked towards the kitchen. Taking some instant noodles that he actually avoided to give to his little girl. However, tonight the exception, he will make the girl comfortable in this place for a while, before finally moving again when later needed. The man was still thinking well about the complexity of the matter.

“What are you doing?" ask Clara to walk closer.

Teshar rolled up his shirt arm to the elbow limit, grabbed the pot and filled it with water. He turned for a moment towards Clara and then refocused on lighting the stove until the fire with a blue flame immediately grabbed the bottom surface of the pan.

”This is how to turn on the stove. Try here to practice for yourself, I want to see," said Teshar took a step back. His hand waved towards Clara who was looking at him with a puzzled look on her face.

Clara stepped slowly towards Teshar and stood in front of the stove— which had been turned off by Teshar. He looked down at the details of the button for a moment.

“You've never lit a stove?" teshar asked in a mocking tone, Clara shook her head slowly—admitted.

”First grandma always forbade me to be in the kitchen, let alone play with fire. It's dangerous for a child" Clara said honestly.

Teshar momentarily glued and he immediately shook his head slowly, throwing away the pity he had almost shown the girl.

”You're troubling yourself, you know? Stupid, stupid, and stupid," the thumped Teshar grabbed the forehead and pointed with his index finger accompanied by a soundless bluffing tooth.

“I'm not stupid!” clara's protest did not take hold, she murmured with her head turned Teshar standing behind her.

"If you're smart, you'll stay in my house and not run away. At home, I have given a special servant to take care and serve all your needs. Then what's here? Hem?" lontar Teshar at length.

”Yes, I am a fool.“ Clara frowned while pressing the button to turn on the stove.

Teshar was stunned staring at Clara's expression, for some reason this time what appeared to be from this girl in front of him was very different. Turning the girl's shoulder to face her, Teshar turned off the stove flame with his other hand. His breath was heard hunting to withstand the turmoil that began to creep back up .

He pushed slowly Clara's body to touch the wall of the cabinet. The girl's eyes looked confused at what the man was doing to her. The man is now touching her for the first time since the two of them have lived together.

”You have driven me crazy" said Teshar looking fixedly at the girl who was still looking at him with plain eyes.

Teshar pushed Clara's body back and stopped as the girl's back completely touched the wall of the cabinet. Teshar refrains from doing anything stupid that will make it a hassle later. He will only feel a little sensation, a curiosity that has been in his heart for more than five years. 

“Big brother, a-what's up?" clara asked still with a plain mind of confusion.

Teshar swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. How could this girl possibly be so ordinary towards him? While he had to hold himself back until tormented like this, he resentfully let go of his hand. He turned away and turned the stove back on and picked up some vegetables from the refrigerator. Trying to stay away from Clara who was still confused looking at him.

”I teach you the basics of how to cook, you have to learn quickly so as not to starve when I do not come to visit," said Teshar took a container and a knife as well as a placemat for cutting pedestal.

Clara immediately approached and observed the man's rapid movements. For the first time, he saw people cooking. Since childhood, he spent time playing. To eat alone the twenty-two-year-old girl was always fed by her grandmother.

Clara frowned sadly as she looked at Teshar, then raised and stared at the flickering row of her fingers—suddenly she felt useless. In his heart he actually hated the man beside him. He was bluffing his teeth in silence, but to what effect he could do nothing against him. According to him was the safest way he could do to guarantee his safety.

”Yes, I get it," replied Clara slowly with her head lowered.

“Don't repeat what you did yesterday. You know, I couldn't sleep all night just because I didn't see you in the room. It always makes people worry!" decak the man while walking towards the washing place while carrying his vegetables.

”Iya," replied Clara glancing at a glance at Teshar's face that was returning seriously.

“You memorize how to cook, not just noodles, you can get sick. Also add vegetables, chicken, sausage, and eggs. I'll get everything ready" said Teshar still in a husky voice.

Once again Clara nodded as she approached the pot whose water seemed to have boiled. Just as his hand was about to hold the hilt, Teshar immediately brushed aside violently to make the girl flinch and retreat instantly.

”Stupid! Your hands could get hurt!" the snapping made Clara even more widened with crimson eyes to resist the crying.

“Sorry.”

Teshar clenched his fingers while hitting the table in front of him. He looked at Clara's face that looked flushed red with deep vexation. Teshar feels that the girl is always careless, always making her have to make sure everything first to keep her safe. Teshar frustrated himself facing it.

“There you've stepped aside! You just look at it from far away. Whatever you hold is always a source of disaster. Already, get out of there!" push Teshar flicked his hand, sounding his tone indignantly soaked in annoyance.

Clara could only retreat away and wipe away the falling tears without being held back. He felt very hurt, what he did was always wrong in front of the man. He lowered his head to hold sobs because he did not want to be yelled at more just because he was caught crying.

”Stop crying and learn everything by looking. Your own fault, if you do not want to get out of the house, you certainly will not live hard like this," Teshar's nagging is still busy continuing to cook.

“I feel good, really, when I'm outside," muttered Clara softly, but still Teshar could be heard, the man looked back sharply at her.

”Repeat again?" the crack made Clara shake.

“No, Clara was happy to be home, Big Brother," Clara replied making Teshar exhale, trying to calm himself down so as not to be provoked by emotions again and ending up with a debate with the girl.

Clara linked the hands together, still standing in the corner looking at the look on the face of the man who always turned cold as he looked at her. There was a line of eyes that he himself found difficult to decipher. Although he had read many books, but the nature of the man was very difficult he understood. Until one conclusion is explained in the mind of Clara and she began to conclude, that the man could have been affected by personality disorders. The girl became horrified herself when she imagined.

”Let's eat. What are you thinking?" lontar Teshar breaks Clara's reverie.

“No, not thinking about anything," said Clara lowered her head in annoyance.

"Tell me, what have you been doing all day outside?" Teshar walks past Clara and puts the food on the dining table next to the kitchen.

Clara twisted her body, looking at Teshar without replying. He did not understand which part was worth telling, even the hatred towards the man's attitude in shackling his freedom even seemed to call for him to show.

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