The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Under Supervision

Teshar several times knocked the tip of his shoe to the floor, standing opposite Clara. They were waiting for the elevator door to open.

Clara felt that her freedom was still in question. Feeling confused about what the meaning of the sentence that the man always threw at him. It is still difficult to understand the word death which has become a stale warning that is always heard every time.

“Isn't it the same? Between being locked up and dying?” reply Clara replied with a pressure sentence indicating she was protesting.

Teshar smiled faintly as he glanced at Clara's lip-smacking look, an expression he always yearned for all the time. It was always a classic reason in his brain; he wanted to visit for the sake of being able to look at that strange face. The man immediately lowered his head to hide the painting from the feeling of pleasure. The atmosphere was silent again until the elevator door rang bib and opened. Teshar pulled Clara's soft fingers to invite her into the narrow room.

Clara held back the heavy move, between resisting or trying to make sense of everything. He is confused himself in overcoming the man against his life. Clenching her fingers the girl faced Teshar. The man looked so calm as he responded to Clara. As much as possible the man tried to win in response to the girl's protest against him.

”What's up?” tanya Teshar grabbed Clara's shoulder while getting rid of the curly hair stall that fell over her shoulder. Clara stared at the handcuffs while taking a step back. That baritone voice finally made him tremble as well.

“No,” replied Clara later.

”Be a submissive girl. Just so you know, ever since you got out of the house, I've had this kind of hassles. Be a sweet child and do not make the person who raised you feel annoyed and angry with you,” he said began to soften the voice, now instead he looked at the look on Clara's face who looked down.

The journey in the elevator was over. Now the two of them had come out of the narrow space and continued their journey to his unit. Clara who was walking slowly immediately grabbed her hand back, Teshar did not want to until the girl looked at another unit other than her room.

“Come in!” teshar orders while opening the door for Clara. The girl nodded and walked first. Teshar followed behind while observing the surroundings before finally entering.

”Kak Teshar, I ..”

“What?” teshar asked as he pushed Clara's back to walk faster, he wanted the girl to go to the room immediately. Many notifications of messages coming into his phone, Teshar wants to check immediately and let Clara to rest.

”I need a shirt, Brother,” continued Clara flipped while stopping step. Teshar also instantly made the same move, slightly surprised as Clara looked at him with a pleading look. The eye shock that is always able to make the Teshar heartbeat irregular.

“Already, enter your room now and shower there! I have prepared all your needs,” said Teshar as he left Clara and walked towards the window to check if everything was locked. Teshar checked the surroundings, making sure all access to the exit did not go unnoticed.

”Kakak, what are you doing?” look at Clara observing what Teshar is doing. He himself did not understand why the cold master had to check all accesses to such detail.

“You quickly shower there, why follow-up take care of adult work!” drive Teshar away in a nearly snapping voice. Clara soared in shock as she nodded, with a quick swing of steps leaving Teshar and immediately closing the door of the room after getting a sharp response from the man. He no longer wanted to make Teshar grow angry because he dared to disobey orders.

Clara slumped, sitting on the floor as soon as she closed the door. He bent his knees with a blurry view as the water began to fall from both eye fertilizers. Droplets upon droplets began to wet the floor, he sobbed softly with fingers rubbing cheeks. He did not want to hear his cry until it was heard from outside. Not if until the man broke down the door and scolded him again because of the whiny attitude that he often appeared.

”You must be strong, Clara. Have you not been able to do it all this time? A little more, you can be completely free. There is Rafka's brother that you can ask for help,” said Clara strengthened her heart on the sidelines of the sobs that were held.

The girl immediately ran into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Start wetting his entire body with a shower until he can really cry as much. The defense he had built had already been shed, his patience was already at the threshold of ability. As much as possible he will run to the end of the world so that the man will not find his existence again.

Clara spent almost an hour in the bathroom. He combed wet hair with his fingers and wrapped the towel around his body. Now he swings his legs to a closet on the right side of the bathroom and opens slowly. He blinked his eyes when he saw all the clothes were neatly lined up there. The movement of his hands was seen without interest as he took a single strand from within and put on the clothes.

One style of women's clothing is now attached to a beautiful bandage, while mirroring her new appearance. This outfit is much better than the princess-like dress that Teshar used to give her all along. He likes the Teshar fashion of choice now.

“It's finished yet?” call Teshar while knocking on the door.

Clara turned towards the source of the voice with a astonished thought, why the man had not left yet. He immediately walked towards the door and opened it slowly. Teshar was already standing gallantly with a face no longer showing gloom. The man looked at Clara from head to toe with a satisfied smile. Feeling her little girl return as she always looked.

”What's up, Brother?” clara asked looking at her own appearance. Teshar immediately smiled and pulled the handcuffs to get Clara out of the room. The girl complies.

“You look prettier when wearing decent clothes,” praise Teshar pressed Clara's shoulder to the point that she was sitting on the sofa chair.

”Thank you, Brother,” Clara felt wrong because for the first time praised a Teshar.

“You girls, don't spoil the image with clothes like a gem. Torn pants and loose shirts are not suitable for you,” Teshar chirped commenting on Clara's appearance yesterday.

“Iya, but more comfortable,” objected to Clara softly.

The girl immediately curled her lips followed by a closing motion with her fingers as she was showered with sharp eyes from the man beside her.

“Please, you sign this file,” Pinta Teshar while handing over a pointy gold-tipped pen. Clara was made again.