The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Calls In Hallucinations

“That girl is taking a walk, sir. He looks very happy,” replied the man, heard the noise of the vehicle on his left right.

Teshar smiled faintly upon hearing that. While putting his phone in the car seat, he leaned his shoulders with his eyes closed for a moment. His head was dizzy with the many thoughts that struck.

“We go to Richman Road now!” teshar orders without opening his eyes. Right now he was thinking about the plain girl's face while enjoying his freedom night.

“Enjoy your freedom before I change my mind and bring you back into the darkness of my life. It seems like all this time I was too good at treating you so you dare to underestimate me,” muttered alone.

The driver could only swallow bitterly. He memorized who the real Mr. Teshar Indira behind the softness that is often shown. The driver hoped that the little lady who was petrifying Mr. Teshar himself would bring him into the house, could live happily free.

“Small girl, I hope Mr. Teshar doesn't find you soon. I hope not tonight. In order for you to feel freedom, at least until a while ahead, the inner” of the driver is still driving at a moderate speed.

Teshar's car stopped and parked on Richman Road. Then-passage culinary connoisseurs of the night add to the atmosphere to be lively. He chose to walk among the crowd. Hoping to see her girl was walking among the crowd in a princess-style dress in her eighties like a freak.

Teshar was seen carving a smile as a shadow of Clara was stepping, teasing him along the way, even he had a few times swearing in order to get the thought of the girl out of his head.

“Kak Teshar?” call Clara in a Teshar hallucination, smiling sweetly and running a little teasing her for a chase. The man immediately rubbed his face to be able to drive the silly shadow out of his mind.

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Elsewhere, Clara is also walking on the same pavement—, very excitedly, wearing a casual dress made of gray sweaters combined with long blue dongker jeans.

She felt happy to have looked like a normal girl in general. Moreover, it can walk freely because it wears flat shoes that feel very comfortable on the feet with the crowd. The girl also loved the clothes she was wearing. It was like being reborn into a new person.

“Should I change my name?” he laughed to himself. "Ehm, I'll change my middle name to Amanda?“

Clara's feet agilely continued to walk down the sidewalk. Looking at the row of night snacks located on the right side with a crowd of buyers, some also appear to visitors only mildly chatted.

“What snack, huh? Hem, my stomach is hungry,” he complained while staring at some snacks scattered along the road on the left and right sides.

Clara immediately buries her fingers into her pants pocket and grabs the contents; an envelope is given by Rafka. The kind man he met this morning.

Clara peeked at the money sheet that made her heart flower. He felt quite relieved because for the next few days would not be afraid of hunger.

The beautiful-eyed girl was also interested when she saw snacks in the form of a bowl of chicken noodles with dumplings and chili sauce decorating on it. He remembers loving noodles since childhood.

Clara looked from afar at some of the shopgoers enjoying the meal, displaying a pleasant expression. He walked excitedly closer to there.

“One bowl, Sir,” message Clara made the merchant's brother frown because he felt quite strange with this young girl's greeting to him.

“Iya, Neng,” replied the brother as he looked at Clara on the sidelines preparing another buyer's order.

“My name is Clara, not 'Neng,” Clara protested, making the brother spontaneously laugh.

“Yes, Neng Clara, one serving, huh? Please sit there while waiting for the order to mature," replied the brother immediately given a nod by Clara.

Clara immediately joined and sat down with some of the visitors who were already there. His head turned to look at the new things around. He had truly become a foreign figure amongst the others.

Some people laugh at each other, joking with super-thin advanced tools in the hand, the shape is not like when he first knew the sophisticated item when he was a child. At once the girl scowled, her eyebrows twitching together. The more sad when trying to understand that he had lived cooped up for too long.

While looking down to observe the fingers of the hand that was adrift on the bench, Clara pondered with a raging mind. It was eager for him to return home, a longing that he never seemed at all before the man named Teshar; or he would soon be given a keen eye and a cold demeanor. Clara's always been looking for safety by being nice.

“I'll be home. I remember my house used to be close to the school,” murmured slowly.

The worried face is now clearly engraved when turning to the streets, some people in pairs are seen walking to find various foods and goods to buy. Inadvertently Clara saw the figure of the man, the person she had feared so much all this time. The man, whose full name is Teshar Charlene Indira, a business card he accidentally found tucked between reading books.

While changing her sitting position, Clara looked up so that Teshar would not find her whereabouts. It squeezes the fingers with the heart pounding.

"Why is the world so narrow? Is he really Teshar's brother or isn't he?" clara's mind suddenly trembled, her throat almost choked.

The girl tried to cover her face with a look. Fears that Teshar will find her and destroy the dream of meeting her family again.

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