The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Testing Guts

Bima smiled at a glance as she saw the look on her grandson's face that suddenly turned anxious. He knew the mistake was also in his hands, knowing that his grandson had not killed the girl, but had instead hidden her inside his private home. All was done, even the old man realized that now the turmoil was sweeping Teshar.

Teshar could only stare without being able to answer his grandfather's words, he immediately grabbed the soft drink bottle before him and immediately downed the contents. His mind was too stifled, even the shadow of that innocent glare was so distracting to him.

"Should we get that girl again?" ask his grandfather to test Teshar.

"Why did Grandpa ask that?" teshar replied in shock, of course he felt uncomfortable with the question.

The old man chuckled for a moment while leaning his shoulders on his beloved chair, he stopped laughing and turned serious when he realized that his grandson had put on a face that did not like what he had just said. Flicking her fingers, Bima asked her grandson to come closer.

"Wouldn't that girl not be with you anymore, it would secure your position in front of your parents?"

Teshar walked over with a sad face, his heart as if squeezed strongly with a feeling of unwillingness. He could not lose that figure all of a sudden.

"Time changes everything" Teshar said with a look in his eyes indicating he disagreed with his grandfather's words.

Bima laughed restrainedly. He immediately thrust the brown envelope at Teshar, his chin raised signaling Teshar to open it. The moment their gazes clashed, curious gazes from Teshar and the reply of a relaxed smile from Bima.

"What's this?" tanya Teshar immediately grabbed the envelope and opened it quickly.

The cold-faced man then sat down on the chair opposite his grandfather's desk and pulled out the file inside the map.

His gaze turned serious, he was a little surprised by the details of the information contained in the report file in his hand.

"That's why grandfather decided to take care of and protect the girl" Bima said as Teshar looked at her questioningly.

"Don't say, we .. we've been misdirected, Kek," said Teshar with a troubled heart, his eyes widened and staring at the paper in his hand.

"The reality is so," Bima replied curling her lips full of irony. ”We will be accused for something that actually others have done before us.“

Teshar placed the document on the table, his hands trembling with the guilt that was now creeping in his heart. After twelve years, why was his grandfather just silent.

"B-but why has Grandpa been quiet all this time?"

"Grandfather was silent because everything that happened could not go back to how it was, even though grandfather revealed it," Bima said later, his speech seemed to answer what came to Teshar's mind.

The old man immediately stood up and walked away from his desk, he picked up some books from the shelf and led them towards the sofa. Teshar still lowered his head yet had no idea what he would do after successfully bringing Clara back home.

"I'm happy, you're starting to realize how you feel about her" Bima said, making Teshar turn his head.

"What does Grandpa mean?" the question is uncomfortable.

The man simply smiled and began to open his book, ignoring his granddaughter's protests through a question. A rejection of feelings that his grandfather could understand.

"I'll go, Cake. I'll pick myself some of grandfather's best bodyguards. I beg you to put a damper on what happened so that mom and dad don't hear. At least postpone it until I can find Clara," Teshar's pinta immediately lowered his head and gave it to his grandfather.

"Bring her into this house after you find her, that's your promise" Bima said with a smile.

Teshar again turned his body to face Bima after the blast of desire was sticking back. It does not seem willing if Clara is far from his reach, but by bringing her home will be very risky for the safety of the girl from both parents.

Bima was still smiling looking for a moment towards Teshar. However, again he did not respond to the question and chose to focus in the direction of his book.

***

Where Clara is.

Clara was cornered behind the sofa, curled up with her head bowed deeply. His body trembled as many people searched for his existence by searching every room.

Really, this experience was much more frightening than when he escaped from the mansion owned by Teshar. This time he felt that his life was at stake. The occupants of this house must be bad people, his mind became restless.

"Quick! Search and search every room, I'm sure the girl is still inside this house!" the order of a burly man who seemed to be their leader when seen from all the men who obeyed his orders.

"Well, sir," replied their members in unison and began to move apart.

Clara clenched her fingers, trying to figure out how to find a crack and get out of it, at least being able to get a safe hideout before actually getting out of that foreign place.

Her memory returns when she accidentally hides while in Teshar's house. He did it on purpose when he was eleven. A proof that soon convinces him that the man named Teshar is not entirely evil, but is just being annoying.

He smiled amusedly as he recalled how panicked the twenty-four-year-old man was when he looked for him, a sight that had not been seen since then until now. The man is increasingly maintaining distance and does not want to talk.

"Sister, find me. Please, find me and get me out of here. I promise to follow what you're told after this" Clara promised inwardly.

"We have not found the whereabouts of the girl, sir," reported their members approaching the chairman who was still standing in the middle of the room.

"Find it again, I'm sure he's not out of here yet. Find it and quickly find it before Mr. Jeff comes!" answer confirms.

Some of his men who reported immediately looked down and returned to search.

"Are you sure you can get out of here?" the stiff-faced and cussy-looking man loudly, he felt confident that the girl was around and was currently observing her movements.

Clara was still silent. He felt it was still safe hiding behind the sofa, until a black shadow flashed making him tiptoe, his body stiffening. He felt that someone was standing next to him, with eyes glancing with fear Clara turned her head and made sure who the owner was, with her hands tightly gripped the dress she was wearing Clara held her breath.

"Sir Teshar, I'm afraid" he whispered inwardly.

Clara immediately turned to her side, and a man was walking around the room. A thing that could make him hold his breath, he felt tightness, fear and trembling legs when he realized the man was carrying a whip in his right hand. Clara felt like she was going to run out when she was found.

"Let's get out, sweetie," the man's tease still walked around the room, but now the man stopped his steps beside the sofa.

"Sir Teshar, am I going to die tonight?" clara lamented back in her heart, her eyes glazed over, she regretted her behavior ignoring the order to stay inside the apartment. He also did not expect that what the man said was true, he would be in danger when he was outside. He feels very careless.

The sobs of Clara involuntarily rang out, the man who had been watching the entire room in the middle of this space immediately smiled. He finally found the girl's whereabouts. With a slow step the man moved to the sofa not far from him at this moment.

"Workin' on hide and seek, huh, Miss Pretty?" said the man while smiling.

Clara did not move at all, even to swallow the saliva and turn her head it felt very heavy. He felt finished tonight.

"Get out, honey," got the man in a soft, contrived voice.