The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar

The World Is Narrow

"Neng Clara, chicken noodles with dumplings are ready,” said the merchant while putting the bowl on the table.

The man's arrival instantly shocked Clara, his hands reflexively touching her chest with round eyes, looking at the salesman's brother with a nervous face.

“Jeez, Sir. Surprised me,” complained Clara made the salesman's brother laugh lightly.

“Sorry, Neng. That's why don't daydream. Brother Dateng became even shocked," said the brother while laughing. ”Come, get cold later, Neng. Please enjoy soon,” added Brother the seller was immediately given a nod of the head by Clara.

Clara turned her head again towards the street, looking and circulating her gaze in various directions. After making sure the man was already out of sight, Clara's heart felt quite relieved. He immediately looked back at the bowl of noodles that gave off a pleasant aroma and began to finish the food.

Clara so enjoyed the first snacks since twelve years locked up, taste the good that she never felt while in the house. Teshar will only give food with a small portion, no matter how hungry he is at the time. While eating her noodles, the girl rambled her own annoyance.

The shadow of Teshar's rules of eating during his stay in the house again filled Clara's mind.

'Sorry, Miss. Mr. Teshar has listed all the food menus for you. So, we won't break that order just because you're angry.'

The indisputable answer from his personal waiter back then, was always a mainstay when he complained about the food he received every day.

Clara clenched her fingers tightly and shook her head to remove the shadow immediately, her face grumbling.

“Now I can eat noodles until satisfied, as long as you know," he chatted while sipping the last remaining broth from the bowl.

He immediately rubbed his chin and lips with the tissue on the table.

Clara immediately drank a glass of available water and immediately stood up with her hands grabbing a piece of money from inside the envelope. He approached the seller's brother to pay because he wanted to get out of there immediately.

Clara was worried that Teshar would see her there and recapture her. As much as possible he should get out of the area.

”How much, Sir?" ask Clara while handing over a piece of money.

“Call 'Abang' aja, not sir," said the brother, handing over the change to Clara with a smile.

Clara returned the smile and accepted the money with both hands. Clara didn't think the money was left.

In between his carefree steps, Clara again counted the remaining money. Without realizing it turns out there is a man who always watches his movements. A beautiful girl from among the rich is walking alone, some people who intend evil will definitely make a girl seem to be an easy target for a crime.

Bruk! The man slammed into Clara's shoulders until the girl's body staggered forward. With a nimble gesture, the man snatched the envelope from Clara's hand and ran as fast as he could.

Clara froze for a moment as if she could not move, before she finally regained consciousness and immediately shouted for help when the man who snatched the money had run away. Turning his head here and there he finally chose to shout for help people.

”Maling! Please, someone's taking my money!" clara shouted in panic.

Because the surrounding atmosphere was still quite crowded, people immediately gathered around.

“What's up?" ask someone who is running towards him.

”It ... please!" Frantically Clara pointed towards the man who was running further and further away towards the end of the road. "He took my money" Clara answered in a hysterical panic.

”We're after!" yell them together.

“Don't till the guy escapes!" the others ran after him.

Clara tried to follow with a staggering step. Some people were still trying to help him by going after the man, but unfortunately they all lost track. The snatcher's man has disappeared.

Clara could only sit limp and cry sadly realizing the money was all gone. He lost a valuable item that would be used to connect his life.

“How is this?" he was down sad.

He still lowered his head and hit his shoes, grieving his fate must now be how. No money, no brothers, no known people. Clara grew increasingly irritated and began throwing some small pebbles around her.

Clara was defensive when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching, until her gaze was now turned to a pair of shiny black shoes standing right in front of her. He looked up slowly at the perfect gaze of a tall, towering man who was currently also staring at him.

Clara tried to retreat until she sat down on the paved road with eyes widened in shock, looking at the eyes of the man who was like he was about to pounce on her alive.

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