The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
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The girl was in no mood to reply, only turning a glance then turning her gaze towards the glass window. Enjoy the night view that feels more away from the city.

He felt sure the foreign man's grandfather's house must be the same as Teshar—'s tightly guarded and away from the residential area.

“My name is Kenan. I'm Teshar's sister. May I know what your name is?” kennon introduced himself. He pretended not to know the girl's name.

Clara turned her head and nodded faintly, but she had no intention of retaliating by introducing herself as well. He is too alert to the situation. It will no longer be that easy to trust a person who is a stranger to him.

"It's hard to get close to this girl," Kenan's inner half-dead wrath.

Finally Kenan can only put on a sour face, the girl was not at all fascinated by his good looks. Suddenly he became angry himself. Even if you already know the name of the girl, wouldn't being able to get an immediate answer be so much fun? The man scooped his face to cover up the annoyance.

After successfully going through the tension finally his car has led to a path leading towards the high gate and stopped in front of the checkpoint.

Kenan tilted his head through the glass window, until finally his car was allowed to enter and continue the journey—after the guard recognized him as the grandson of Mr. Bima.

Clara again felt astonished by the reality that was plastered before her eyes. It would feel the same, he would again be confined in that big house. Suddenly his spirit dimmed drastically.

“You will definitely be hard pressed to stay here."

Kenan now deflects his vehicle into the yard, parks it in the garage and turns off the engine when the wheels of the car are in the right position.

“Thank you,” replied Clara slowly. He had absolutely no passion to continue living again, having seen the many guards in the house.

“Come, we're down. Grandpa must have been waiting for our arrival,” Kenan invited while opening the safety belt. The man glimpsed at Clara who was still rigidly sitting beside him.

“Ehm,” replied Clara nodded faintly.

“Already. Isn't it dangerous out there for you? At least here you can still continue living.” Kenan abandoned his intention to go down. He stared ahead with a heavy breath.

Clara was momentarily overwhelmed, realizing that what Kenan said was true. While returning to gather his spirit, he immediately opened the safety belt wrapped around the body and immediately got out of the car.

Along with that, Kenan immediately followed Clara down from the car. Walking with the steps of the quiet girl entered the courtyard which turned out to have been greeted by three bodyguards and two house servants.

“Welcome, Young Master Kenan and also Miss Clara,” greet them while bowing their heads in respect.

“Goodnight all. Thank you for welcoming us. Please prepare a room for this Miss, huh? Give treatment also because it looks like he is sick.” Kenan gave the order with a gentle demeanor, Clara felt Kenan's nature was very different from that of the rude Teshar.

“Good, Sir. I have prepared.” The waiter looked at Clara with a friendly smile. “Mari, please, Miss,” take her along while giving way for Clara to step up to follow her.

“Follow with them, I'll meet grandfather for a moment,” command Kenan to flick his fingers into the air. Gesticulating for Clara to comply immediately.

The night is getting late, he does not want to make Clara tired, so he immediately rushed to meet his grandfather and tell the story of what happened to Teshar. With wide steps now Kenan has almost knocked on his grandfather's door. There was an argument from the inside, Kenan secretly stole the hearing by sticking his ear to make it clearer.

“Who are you talking to?” muttered Kenan glanced at the glass window beside the door.

“Do not try to disturb the child again, now they are under my supervision. I won't let you ruin my three grandchildren's lives with selfishness mounting in your heart!” bima snapped with a rising voice. Kenan was still holding his breath, standing outside the door.

“Step over my body first, then you can take the girl out of here, I make sure Teshar and Kenan will protect her well. They will oppose you just as you are now against me!” Bima hung up the phone while kneading her temple which was suddenly dizzy.

Kenan who was actually about to knock on the door was now even stopped, he suddenly retreated, turned his body and walked away from his grandfather's study.

***

Clara's steps came to a halt at the door of a room. He turned for a moment towards the two servants who were now behind him. They both exchanged glances when they realized that Clara was not continuing her steps.

Clothes tangled, face paled, glare eyes and dry lips. Clara was like a dying man. All the inner and physical wounds felt fused until he was no longer able to describe how he felt.

“Nona, let's go in. We will help you clean up,” said one waiter in a soft voice.

“Miss can rest after that,” persuaded one servant to another when he realized that the lady who was now standing in front of him looked very tired.

With a faint nod Clara stepped in after the door was opened by one servant. Clara momentarily gasped again with the sight before her. Light brown shades seem dominant filling all the furniture that is there. A real looking comfort and tranquility is also eye-catching. With a calmer heart, his steps are now further inward.

There are two long cabinets in the corner, one bed in the middle of the hall— which can still fit two people. Long sofa chairs totaling two pieces with one glass table in the middle. Wide glass window with thick curtains on the right and left side.

There was another door in there that was now opened by the maid; it turned out to be a modern bathroom facility. Clearly, he wondered in his heart what were its functions.

Clara did not feel the cold on the soles of her feet when stepping on the floor because there is a stretch of orange carpet—contrast with brown color that dominates the interior of the room— with wood floors that add a beautiful impression to the room which he now occupies.

“Enjoy your night, yes. Tomorrow we can talk a lot.”

Someone's voice instantly startled Clara. The girl looked back and found an old man in his eighties standing at the door with his cane. Clara was still glued to her eyes without answering the greeting.

“I Bima, her grandfather Teshar and Kenan. Have a good rest, you must be tired, ” he said again with a wise smile, then he left from there. Leaving Clara who was still sculpting in the middle of the room without replying and expressing anything.

Clara looked down for a moment, she was terrified. The trembling of his hands now began to strike, he even found it difficult to discern which person was sincere, which one was fake. Is he now locked back? Or how is his fate now? Did not feel his tears fell instantly, without sobbing only the feeling of a tired heart.

“Nona, all ready. Please shower will we help.” The maid's voice broke Clara's daydream, the girl nodded slowly and walked into the bathroom.

He looked like an undead, not resisting at all when the maid helped to remove his clothes. He even felt crazy if he had to continue his life longer. Outside in excruciating pain, until he sat down and cried loudly.

The two servants instantly became confused and panicked at Clara's apprehensive state. They also gathered together before all Clara's clothes came off perfectly. They were both very surprised by the number of bruises on the girl's body. The girl looks very fragile.

“Please don't leave me, I beg you,” pinta Clara buried her head inside the folds of her raised knee. He still sobs.

“Don't worry, Miss. We will accompany you here.” The servant immediately grabbed Clara's shoulder, covering the upper body with a towel.

“What's here I'm going to die?” clara asked as she lifted her head, looking with both eyes open and a runny nose towards the two maids who were frowning. He showed fear until spontaneously one of the servants hugged Clara's body and the two women cried together.

“I'll make sure you'll live well while you're here, Miss. I dare to guarantee, because I have lived here for almost five years and everything is going well,” he stressed to make Clara a little relieved.

“Come, Miss. We'll clean your wounds. It will be very dangerous when it comes to infection. No need to take a shower, but just treat it. Let me compress with ice water and apply the ointment so as not to pain and imprint later,” persuade the waiter while releasing his embrace.

Clara nodded slowly, then followed the servant's hand towards the chair. Sitting there, wrapped around his body with a towel and leaving the bruise on the compress was also treated.

He was silent, without complaining with great pain, his body was already indifferent to the pain that whack, he was tired of complaining.

“Kak Teshar, are you okay?” he said slowly with a lethargic face.