The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Soul Wants to Rebellion

Clara soon left Teshar to wash her face, throwing away tears that were almost unstoppable. Reflecting at her own face, the girl let out a long sigh.

"I'm tired of being patient. I want to go home, "clara said softly with tears re-engraved, she quickly wiped them away. “Grandma, Clara wants to go home.”

“Clara, why are you so long!" Teshar called out in a loud voice as he felt that he had waited too long. Several times the man drank water in front of him with a restless mind. He was worried that his little girl was doing something dangerous.

”Clara, you heard no!“

Clara rubbed her face nervously. Safest being on the Teshar side is actually quite easy. Just by following, keeping quiet, and not asking much. However, for Clara it became difficult because it had been done for many years.

”I-iya. A minute, Brother.“ Clara gulped, clenched her fingers while walking out of the bathroom.

Actually he's pretty lazy to see Teshar tonight. Having managed to breathe free air all day has clearly changed the way the girl looks at the beauty of life. Clara wanted to live a normal life even though she had never felt it since childhood. Living with his grandmother and grandfather was the same, because since childhood he had felt confined.

Clara walked up to Teshar who was looking at her arrival with an annoyed face. He also chose to sit in the opposite seat directly opposite the man to be better able to control himself from discomfort.

“You know, if only I were still at home, I would not be angry like this!” nagging Teshar while thrusting the bowl in front of Clara, the girl still lowered her head not daring to look at Teshar at all.

“Iya, Brother.”

Clara was desperate to rebel. What Teshar said with anger was very confusing. On the one hand the man never did violence to her. However, being considered stupid and not knowing anything to Clara was very annoying.

“Kakak.” Clara finally dared to ask.

“Hem!” As usual the man would answer casually without bothering to open his mouth.

"Is Clara so troublesome to Teshar's life?"

“Already know still ask!" decak Teshar replied.

”Then, why doesn't Brother Teshar let me go? Isn't that how I'm not going to trouble you anymore? Who told me to stand up," Clara fought with a stern voice, an attitude she had not shown all this time in front of Teshar.

Teshar smiled obliquely, one corner of his lips raised. After putting the spoon and fork on the plate, Teshar straightened his body while making his hands, looking at Clara who was now displaying a brave face as if she was challenging.

“So, you are not grateful because I have raised you all this time, have given you a guarantee of life security?" sindir Teshar seemed to sharpen the view.

Clara also put back the spoon held, while adjusting her breath to collect the words that she wanted to convey. Some days their views collide. Teshar felt a little surprised by the dark eyes, therapy as much as possible he was calm and ordinary.

”Why should I thank a crazy man who keeps treating me like an inanimate object?" lontar Clara fiercely made Teshar take his eyes off with a bluffing tooth. Clara puckered her face, but her lips looked still grumbling.

The man went back to enjoying the food and began to ignore the babble of the girl he thought he did not know anything about. He sipped his broth while glancing at Clara who was still grumbling against him. In his heart he felt funny too, with the name of an inanimate object.

“Your meal time is only ten minutes. More than that your food will be thrown away, no matter if you are still hungry" said Teshar, used to be indifferent to the girl's little protest against her.

“Wah, nice it. Just do it, and it helps me a lot, because then I won't have much trouble finding a way to make you disappear from my life." 

Clara lowered her head with her eyes blinked a few times, trying to digest every sentence she heard from the mouth of a Teshar. He glanced back, but the man seemed to be enjoying his meal.

”What does that mean by cruel words? Why does he always talk to me like that. What fault?" inner Clara was sad as well as astonished.

“You done?" tanya Teshar put down her spoon. 

”In the meantime," seize Clara holding the bowl that Teshar almost pulled away from her.

Clara immediately finished the rest of her food voraciously. Teshar was still staring with many thoughts raging. He realized this little girl twelve years younger than him understood nothing.

"Should I give him a little freedom? Will it not be a problem for me?" teshar murmured in the heart.

“Kak Teshar wants to go home?" clara asked, trying to be gentle again, she thrust the empty bowl while wiping her lips with a tissue. Teshar observes Clara's behavior changes that are not as slovenly as usual.

”Newly a day outside, the girl had already started to change a lot," Inner Teshar observed Clara's attitude that began to show more resistance than usual.

Clara looked at Teshar until she moved her face a little closer. The man looked like he was staring, but his eyes were empty.

”So dreamy sister?" Clara waved her fingers at Teshar.

The man regained his senses and immediately turned his eyes away. Taking the bowl from the table, he immediately got up and walked off the table.

Clara was still at home staring at that wide back, what a perfect grown man look. Clara tries to think more maturely according to her age. There are so many books that every week Teshar proffered to him according to the age level. Although never a formal school, still the man will tell him to read, read, and read to make his brain dizzy and his stomach nauseous.

As much as possible he will use all the lessons he got from theory for his future life. He really wanted freedom of life.

“I'll sleep in the next room tonight, so don't mess around, let alone wander. It's over there, sleep!" teshar's orders without looking.

”Iya, Brother," Clara answered briefly and walked towards her room, occasionally turning to Teshar who was washing dishes along with cookware. Clara puffed her lips while walking ignoring the strange man.

Teshar steals Clara's departure with a sigh. The man picked up his cell phone which had been ringing on the table, someone several times trying to reach him.

“Yes, what's up, Grandpa?" his tanya raised the call with one hand grabbing the rag to dry her wet palms.

”Alright, I'll be here soon," he replied with a different look.

He looked towards the door. Tonight he could not stay in the room that was located in the main room where Clara was. Teshar had to return home.

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