The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Nervous

Teshar's journey ends when the car has passed the checkpoint. Jemmy was unceasingly seductive, and for some reason he was not at all angry. Let his best friend continue to chattering as he pleases, without giving a response or even arguing arguments that sometimes fuss.

“Well, we have arrived,” said Jemmy again gave a tempting eye glint.

“My eyes can see, Jemmy” said Teshar replied with a clack.

The man was embarrassed. This may be the worst history to hit him. How could it be, after thirty-four years old his attitude could be as sudden as an ABG child who would face a first date. Nervous.

"Damn!" his mind cursed fate.

"It looks like I'm enthusiastic enough to forget that this is your grandfather's house" Jemmy teased. His eyes squinted making Teshar feel panted as well.

"Because your thoughts are often fabricated," hiss Teshar made his best friend chuckle amusedly.

Jemmy giggled to see Teshar's face showing a reddening tinge. Because he did not want to make his best friend was hit by worse behavior. He immediately turned his face, looking the other way.

The car moved slowly as it walked along the empty land, full of grass plants spread widely decorated with deer animals that were free to run. Teshar gulped, overcoming nervousness which now even more dominates his perception.

"Grandfather's residence is twice as big as yours" Jemmy commented, nodding Teshar.

Like that's. Although he was old, his grandfather had assets that were not touched at all by his parents. Even he knew that the recipient of the inheritance did not necessarily fall into the hands of his father as an only child, but one of his grandchildren. It's either alone or Kenan.

Canaanite. Mentioning the name gave a stifling effect, when the last visit there even made it worse. What's wrong with her? 

"We go down, Broh," said Jemmy, opening the side door.

Teshar nodded. Refocusing his purpose on this house. Meeting her grandfather and Clara of course, was not for thinking about her bengal sister.

If it is worth it, he wants to throw away the shame that begins to whack when the reality that opens his eyes wide. How stupid, all this time he had been wrong for confining and making Clara as his house arrest. It is time to straighten out history.

However, his ego was still too high to be low-key in front of the girl all of a sudden.

"Do I have to be cold as usual?" mumbling slowly.

Now his hand is stretched out to open the door of his own part. Stretching his legs before finally his whole body now really looks dashing out of the car.

Teshar walks with a proper attitude, such is his advantage. Being able to hide what was actually roiling in his heart.

***

Clara was delivering snacks at the guard post when Teshar arrived. Deliberately sent a variety of cakes made during training in the pantry yesterday afternoon.

"Look at the cake, Clara," one of the guards commented on one of the cakes that Clara served.

"Oh yeah? A little charred, anyway," said the girl displaying a shy smile.

"Take a look at you as well so there is sweetness," the other chirps immediately given an angry nod from fellow guards. They also chuckle at the same time.

All of the guards immediately scattered, forming a pattern of standby positions as one of the bodyguards got a report from the gatekeeper.

Clara could only frown in wonder, why should they behave like they were on the battlefield.

Is there something going on? Thought probing.

"Mr Teshar has already passed the check gate, prepare a welcome," the voice from the earpiece now worn by one of the senior guards.

"Ok, welcome young master Teshar will we take over, over!" firmly answer.

Clara swallowed bitter saliva. When he heard the name of the haughty man mentioned, it was enough to bring a sultry effect in his heart. After waiting for almost ten days, he was finally able to meet the man again.

I feel so confused what to do. There was a glimmer of longing that felt unconsciously.

"Sir Teshar's coming?" he muttered backwards.

For some reason, his guts shriveled as the car he was riding in was seen moving towards the yard. All the guards immediately formed a line while Clara sneaked out of the place silently.

Clara walked hurriedly towards the pantry. His heart pounded, several times his body collided with the servant he passed by. It seems that he is not ready to meet with Teshar even though he quite misses his ketus attitude.

"No, I'm fine" he said as he placed the tray and walked to the back of the pantry building, towards the park.

The girl took a deep breath. Designing a scene when meeting with the master ketus it later. Should he apologize for the tragedy? Was the man seriously injured? 

"No, he's been mean to you all this time, Clara!" namel Clara commented on her own thoughts.

However, the recollection of how Teshar freed him from the clutches of Uncle Jeff carried a heavy burden of return. That man has sacrificed his life for you.

"Ah, I must dare to meet him. I have to ask why I shouldn't be in this world? Those words have been tormenting me all along. That's very rude" he said again.

Clara stood her back to the door, facing the direction of the garden. The crowded voice that sounded from the pantry inevitably made him turn his head. Two guards approached her, and Clara immediately looked at her arrival anxiously.

"Miss Clara, Grandfather Bima called," said one bodyguard already standing in front of her.

"Me?"

"Yes, there is Mr. Teshar who also wants to meet you" he reported.

"Teshar?" his murmur swallowed.

He immediately nodded in understanding. Giving a reason that will change clothes first will go there. Clara is currently wearing clothes full of flour stains on some parts.

"Please, hurry, miss," the bodyguard's message passed from Clara's presence.

Clara lightly scrunched her nose. Panic and dizziness begin to attack. For some reason, he had always been nervous when Teshar came to visit him.

The girl immediately bailed back to the room after saying goodbye to all the house servants in the pantry. He plans to wash his face and change clothes before going to Bima's grandfather's room.

He also opened the door slowly. Close the door slowly before walking to the center of the room. How surprised the girl was when Teshar was already there reading a book at his study table. Clara's hurry is approaching.

"Sir Teshar!" the strangulation made the man look.

A handsome, mature face with thin fur seemed to be allowed to grow on his chin. Clara pulled the book out of Teshar's hands then took two steps back. An awkward gaze was equally implied for the two.

"How are you?"

A cold sentence that Clara missed. He did not answer the question until he got the Teshar up from the chair and stepped to cut the distance between them.

Clara swallowed her own saliva, wetting her lips several times as it felt dry and stiff to speak. His gaze was still locked on Teshar's moving ever closer.

"Are you okay?" the man asked as he pulled Clara's arm.

The girl widened, surprised by the touch that the man had never done to her all this time. In a gentle gesture Teshar probed Clara's right arm and cheek closely.

There was a scar that made that handsome face harden. He now turned to look at the girl's eyeballs which showed shock.

"Jeff did this to you?" 

Clara's throat was choked, she still looked at Teshar who turned to pull the top shirt he was now wearing. His hand now tried to resist the spontaneous movement until Teshar looked at him with a sharp gaze.

"I didn't expect that old jackass to do this cruel thing to you" he growled as he re-tidied Clara's shirt.

The man's grim breathing sounded rudely full of annoyance. "I'll give it back for you" he said emotionally.

Clara immediately restrained Teshar's steps about to leave the room by pulling on his arm, Thelar momentarily became fixated.

"Sir Teshar, don't!" pinta Clara after successfully chasing the steps of the man who has now arrived at the door.

"You defended him?"

"No, so. Clara is very worried about the safety of Brother," said Clara with eyes full of seriousness. Either getting a boost from nowhere, he hugs Teshar's body from behind.

Teshar froze, the hug making him stop breathing. The rapid beating of the heart race is now beginning to feel the rush of blood faster.

"Don't let Brother get hurt again because of me. I beg .. pardon Clara for daring to go against your orders, Brother."