The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
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Clara stood dreamy in the back garden area. He thought about his chances in the future. The girl was indeed born smart, even though childhood was spent inside the secret room—Teshar library. However, he learned a lot there, especially about patience.

The naivety due to lack of socialization does not mean his mind becomes stupid. He turned into a detailed and meticulous observer figure, though silent as if he knew nothing.

"You're still waiting for Teshar to come back here again?"

The woman turned to the source of the voice spontaneously. Kenan is seen to have stood beside him, participating in observing the vast expanse of garden grass in front of him— absolutely not staring at Clara.

"He's not a good man and is a good fit for you."

"So is you, isn't it?" continued Clara made Kenan immediately laugh, of course he immediately turned his head and looked at the face of the beautiful woman beside him.

"Yes, but at least I've never killed anyone. Don't have creepy bodyguards."

"Does that bother you?"

Clara walked away into the park. A lot of what he thought after staying at home, what else could he meet with Teshar in different situations. Many questions arise and he needs answers to the truth of everything that has happened over the past twelve years. However, patience is the safest way to keep everything under control.

"Yes, that bothers me a lot!" yelled Kenan while running small, following Clara's steps in down the grass of the park.

"Don't always show insecuritas by demeaning others," Clara responded with a smile.

"Oh yeah? Would you like to mention that I'm worse than Teshar?" The tone of the question read as part of the annoyance for Clara.

The woman immediately stopped her steps and turned to look at the arrival of Kenan who began to slow down her temple.

"I'm with your brother not only for one and two years, so even if you're foaming about him, it can't affect my thinking about your brother at all," clearly Clara had little to realize to Kenan that her style of approaching women was wrong. The man immediately nodded lightly, then turned his gaze in another direction in order to remove the embarrassment.

Clara lowered her head, sighed deeply then exhaled slowly. He will be at peace with all the hurt and disappointment that ever existed. Curiosity that could hurt him, Clara will make sure that the impact will not make it worse.

"I want to make a small offer to you."

"What offer?" Clara's forehead was wrinkled deep.

"I can take you away from here, enjoy the beauty of living outside. That's also if you want," said Kenan did not give up on getting Clara's attention. He still hoped to get a chance to repair his relationship with the beautiful woman before him.

"The outside world?"

"Well! If you are with Teshar, you can be sure how your future will only be under the shadow of his power. But not if you're with me. I'll make sure your life is as normal as any human being."

Clara fixed her messy hairdo in the blowing wind. The freedom sentence offered by Kenan is indeed very tempting. Perhaps here he would be imprisoned, a normal chance of life could only be obtained if he decided to accept Kenan's offer to leave.

"If there are bad people who intend to harm me how? Did you forget that some time ago our lives were threatened?" Clara stared at Kenan.

"That's if you play less far!" kennel replied after laughing.

"You mean?"

"If you only go around this city. I'll make sure yesterday's events repeat. But, if you leave this place to go to a place that—even one person does not know you, I can make sure your life will be safe."

Kenan releases the tension in her as she says that by turning her body around, intending to leave Clara to think. She believes that Clara is not a reckless woman in making decisions.

"I'll think about it." Clara said her sentence in a relaxed tone, sounding dubious between interested or not.

The freedom that Kenan offered was actually very disturbing his calm. Living here waiting for Teshar without certainty was the most exhausting act for Clara. However, if he leaves here, secretly with Kenan, his promise to repay Teshar's kindness for saving his life first makes Clara's feelings filled with dilemma.

"Huh! I'll try to follow the plot," he murmured to encourage himself to live strong in the midst of pressure.

"Miss!"

The arrival of the two bodyguards greeted Clara kindly. He will be a good person by not leaving a annoying impression for everyone who lives in the family environment of Grandpa Bima.

"You're looking for me?" ask the woman while approaching.

"Yes, Miss. You have been awaited in the room of Mr. Bima. Come, please!" One of the two guards invited Clara to walk first.

"You know, what business until Grandpa Bima calls me? Does this have anything to do with my relationship and Kenan's frequent conversation?"

Clara's curiosity arises without being prevented. However, when she looked back and found that the two bodyguards no one was willing to answer, Clara could only pursed her lips.

Arriving in Bima's room, Clara immediately entered. The door was deliberately opened half the house guards because the traces of the departure of the grandfather's guests were still left. Two cups of coffee are still on the table.

"Good afternoon, Grandfather," Clara said with a smile, before finally entering after the owner of the room invited her.

"Come in. I want to talk to you very seriously."

"Good, Cake." Clara immediately took a sitting position opposite Bima, separated by a glass-lined rectangular table.

He looked at the chocolate map that had just finished reading the man in his eighties. Thick enough, but in the form of a sheet of paper, not a volume. Clara was quite curious about the contents, because clearly Bima looks very serious when studying it.

"I'm ready, Grandpa. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

The old man immediately smiled. "Teshar's right, you're pretty smart."

Hearing the compliment made Clara instantly stunned, but immediately threw a smile at Grandpa Bima because the compliment pleased her.

"Master! Sorry we were forced to interrupt your conversation with Miss Clara" said a bodyguard who barged into the room after knocking on the door.

"What's wrong?" toleh Bima with a calm attitude, very inversely proportional to the look of Clara's face, as tense as the new bodyguard came.

"Outside there's already the escort car of Lord Bisma." The man reported the discovery with a face full of anxiety.

"Let him in. Isn't he my son? What's the matter?" The man chuckled small.

"The problem is that they came as if they were going to war, sir. Not to visit your home as his parents,"

"Yes, just prepare a welcome for them. Do what is worth doing!" bima's orders while standing from the chair.

Clara stood up, but was confused as to what to do. He had absolutely no idea what was going on.

"Grandfather, does that have anything to do with my being here?"

"Just calm. I assure you, you will be safe as long as you stay behind me" the man said with a serious look. However, the statement even made Clara's feelings more riled up.