The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Black on White

Clara frowned, her eyebrows clinging to each other. He looked between the Teshar and the paper on the table in turn. I don't understand why he had to sign a blank piece of paper.

”Make your signature here!” teshar commands while circling the bottom right corner using the index finger—there is a blank column attached to a stamp on behalf of Clara Amanda.

“Here?” rehash Clara refers to a tone of voice of rejection accompanied by confusion. The look on his face seemed to imply a reluctance to carry out the orders of the man.

”Why?” look at Teshar, feeling the look in the girl's eyes as if she was questioning orders. “You doubt me?”

Clara nodded slowly. Immediately giving a smile as sweet as possible, his fingers began to move to grab the pen from Teshar's hand and put the tip of the pointy part of the pen onto the stampede.

“Say you have no doubt? Why not sign immediately?” Teshar's voice was so disturbing, his attitude now softened until unconsciously the nape of the girl suddenly became goosebumps.

Clara turned her head again with various thoughts and anxieties filling her head. He did not know what Teshar had planned with the blank documents. Will the blank paper one day be used by the man to attack him. Is it okay to sign something that is not yet clear? Clara was confused.

”What does this mean we are making a deed of agreement? My brother once told me to read a thick book. The content in it regarding the law of agreement and agreement with the contract. There clearly states that we should not carelessly sign a document without perusing the contents listed in it,” kelit Clara tried to refuse. “Can't Brother plan something to attack me personally, enter the point of agreement that harms side especially me,” debate Clara has not also moved fingers. He is still trying to be free from that unreasonable order.

For a moment Teshar was amazed by the way Clara was convoluted and felt quite satisfied because it turned out that her little girl was absorbing all the subject matter she gave unexpectedly. However, not wanting to backfire that would ruin the plans he had put together, the man would not give up on making sure everything was done well.

“Alright, then I'll sign first,” lontar Teshar pulls the pen from inside Clara's grasp and affixes the signature there.

”Yes, God. That's not what I mean,“ infuriated Clara.

Clara looked beyond doubt at what Teshar had done to the document. The girl did not expect, the man did not get emotional because at length he gave an argument to reject the signing of the obscure file.

”Now it's your turn!” teshar's orders in a serious tone. “I've given my signature. After all, in order to harm you, I don't need a signature like this. All that I can do whenever I want,” Teshar asserted with a hue of the face implying a firm sentence— does not want to hear a rebuttal again.

Clara gulped, unable to convict, looking for an excuse to refuse, and received the pen from Teshar's hand. The girl puts her fingers back, carving out scribbles in the form of signatures according to the shape she used during school.

“What is this enough?” tanya Clara looked at Teshar with clear eyes.

“Enough,” replied the man briefly.

“Back to room. I'll stay here tonight. Don't forget to lock your doors and windows before bed!” tell Teshar while carrying the map and then move towards the room located next to the room occupied by Clara.

”Then, what was that document for?” ask Clara. The girl stood up, walking slowly towards Teshar.

“If it is time later, you will know for sure,” replied Teshar enigmatic, the man smiled first before finally closing the room door.

Clara exhaled a weak breath with fingers adrift, throwing away the trembling feeling that arose. Truly, trusting men like Teshar is risky. When remembering what had happened during the twelve years together, the man always broke his promise. Clara really did not want to hang on to Teshar.

“I have to start daring to find out the truth, why should I hide? Should I really be dead?” muttered Clara while stepping her legs back to sit, she curled up on the sofa with a grim face.

After a long contemplation Clara returned to the room, staring at the seductive soft bed she had never felt before. In the house of Teshar is not as luxurious as in this place. The room was quite narrow and confusing.

After closing the door, he walked slowly to the middle of the room. Very unpleasant, his reflection about eating satisfied and being able to find a place to live that had been forgotten the path was now extinct.

“I want to cry,” lamented. “How can I get caught again with such ease.”

It feels crowded, the sense of being ignored after many years there is now starting to increase the strength of Clara's determination to get back out of this place. For Clara, everyone is free to move, only for certain people it takes patience.

Clara stared at the curtain, opening a little gap until there was a high curiosity to know what was outside. The girl headed there with slow steps. First it opens the curtain, presented with a stunning view and then the desire to open and feel the sensation of beauty directly.

Clara also stepped outside, feeling the breeze of the wind hit her skin. His feet kept moving to reach the boundary of the balcony until he could see how high his room was. It was even more terrifying to imagine himself falling down there.

Vehicle traffic looks very small and complicated. Buildings that stand firmly on the right left like a race to establish its existence. Such clouds are easily accessible with fingers and the moon was peering from behind it.

“If it turns out that I should no longer exist in this world, wouldn't it matter if I fell from here?” he muttered with trembling feet and hands as he tried to look down.

He thought hard, had he done the act, plunging down from the forty-ninth floor where he was, would Teshar feel lost?

“What kind of thought it was, Clara.” The girl cursed his mind. “I was wondering, if I really should be dead, why would he bother to let me live? Isn't it very confusing,” his murmur speaks for itself. No, he felt that he had been struggling for twelve years. It can't be that easy to do something stupid to hurt yourself.