The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar

Your Birth is Just a Catastrophe

Clara curled up with her hands, feet, and all over her body covered in bruises, traces of whip-strokes. He bit his lower lip to reduce the pulsation of pain and heat that spread. The girl had never been treated so cruelly by Teshar. Now, he also realized that it turned out that the man was not a bad person.

“Sister Teshar, Clara in pain,” groans in a heart full of regret.

The girl chose to comply, without much noise when Jeff pulled her out of the torture chamber. Giving her a cold grin that made the girl stricken with fear.

“If Teshar cares about you, or could be in love with you, he will definitely help you,” the old man said with a mocking look, but Clara chose silence.

“If you're a smart girl, you'll repay that love at gunpoint because her love has to be paid dearly" he said without Clara's response. The girl threw away her face.

During the trip Clara fell silent. He just listened to the streets and started memorizing some signs, unique signs, striking buildings at night. Who knows if it would be useful if he could be free later.

Truly, twelve years has left her behind from all the information, technological sophistication, and all about her life.

Suddenly he became confused by everything he was going through. Why should he receive such treatment.

“She said, I should hate Teshar? But why?” muttered the pale-faced girl inwardly.

The car drove smoothly approaching a city, from the deserted streets now began to move where the flow of vehicles began to crowded left right to overtake each other.

Clara linked the hands together and turned her eyes from the window towards her uncle silently. The feeling turned agitated because the man looked tense, focused and silent.

“Kak Teshar, please save me. For the first time I felt by your side was a condition that gave me comfort. When usually the feeling of wanting to escape from you is so strong, now I regret.”

Clara closed her eyes for a moment and reflected on Teshar's cold face when she met him. Thinning his lips as the joke he made was thrown away just like that.

“If I could just once see you smile at me, I might not be able to turn my heart away, Clara's inner” biting her lower lip while closing her eyes.

“We'll be there soon, Mr.” The driver who boarded Clara reported, making her immediately open her eyes with an increasingly agitated mind.

He doesn't know where he is now. To be taken where and what. Really, he did not expect to be in a worse condition than before. His body hurts all.

“What Teshar has arrived? Something suspicious there?” Jeff spoke quite calmly, but deep in his heart he was worried.

“The bodyguard reports that the man came alone, as you ordered.” The driver said without looking at him, his face focused on the street.

“Thank you, Brother Teshar. I ... fear.” Clara is agitated. However, his feelings improved thanks to the news that the man who often said the word death to him was willing to come for him.

“Good. Keep watching lest we miss!” jeff's orders, suddenly his face turned dark.

Now Jeff's eyes turned toward Clara, who was also now looking at him with innocent eyes. The shape of the eye is similar to that of Kelly—'s birth mother Clara. She is the only woman she has ever loved in her life, until now.

“You know, without that pair of beautiful eyes of yours, I would have gotten rid of you too, Clara,” hiss with a creepy sharp eye for Clara.

“And for sure, I have hated you so much since being born and seeing you!” furious Clara displayed a challenging face.

“So is with me. Your birth was just a disaster for Kelly, you know? Hem ... unlucky kid!” as he turned his face away.

Jeff recalled that time, when again his hope of a match with Kelly became futile when the woman happily reported the pregnancy and was going to marry Roy, a man who lives in a dark world.

As a man who still has family ties, he can only hold the magnitude of love for the woman who considers him a brother. In fact, he was just an adopted son of Kelly's parents. Kelly only considered her a sister, two years old from her.

“Your mother's stupid. Does he think he'll be happy after marrying your father? So naive. Even your grandparents to the end, did not approve of their marriage.” Jeff lowered his head, feeling a tightness as anger rippled through the reality.

“You often torture grandma. Do you think I forgot, Uncle Jeff?” clara said with a pressing voice, there was an emotion that was too long lodged in her brain.

“Your grandparents and grandparents deserve it,” he said grinning.

Clara held her breath, looked for a moment, trying to digest all the words that were thrown from her uncle's lips.

Clara gulps. He recalled the remark that if he was more curious, the sooner the danger would threaten him to death. The man often suggested it was better to be stupid and not know anything, then he would be safe. The girl thought for a moment before answering.

“I don't want to know. I'll live as I am.” Clara said with great confidence.

It sounds like Jeff cursed it, but Clara has even covered her ears aka stupid.

His car has now entered a tall building, tight guard when it will enter because it must get tight guard. Jeff opened the glass window in half, before the guard gave him access as a VIP guest.

“Im sorry, Sir. We do not recognize the unusual car you are using,” said the guard after receiving an exclusive access card into the Bar.

“Your job is good. Don't let anyone come in with any weapons, okay? I heard there was going to be a riot, so I came to make sure everything was safe. Better stay alert,” Jeff warned.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeff for your concern. We make sure all is safe, please enjoy your night.” The guard bowed his body to salute the man who now occupies the ruler of the black world number two after the Indira family.

Clara was fixated, staring at the horrors caused after hearing the warning uttered by her uncle.

After the car was parked safely in the basement, Jeff finally got out of the car. He gave his guards a cue to take Clara to a private place inside the building, while he reversed course, walking with his hands touching a firearm embedded in his suit.

He would meet Teshar at the Green Villa, part of the Bar, but a separate park where access to it was easy for him without being discovered.

“Make sure Clara doesn't do anything,” she told the guards. He walked to where Teshar was waiting.

“Will we make sure.” His guard replied firmly still accompanying his steps.

Jeff looked straight ahead. Tonight will be a precious moment, after being able to rediscover the legacy of Kelly—, his daughter Clara—ia will meet a man who had a share in the death of his beloved Teshar family and vowed to make the man pay dearly for everything.

“Master, we get a message. It looks like our phone got hacked, as many got chain messages from the same number,” reported the bodyguard who was walking behind Jeff. Those who went to the Green Villa numbered five.

“What do you mean?” jeff asked without looking.

“I also got a message, a link right?” reveal one of the guards to the other.

“True, all our colleagues are questioning. Should we open the message link? Or just ignore it,” he said he intended to ask for advice from Jeff. For a moment the man stopped his steps, turning his body when he realized his phone also showed a notification of a message just entered.

He dipped his fingers in his pocket and pulled the flat object from there. Staring at all his guards with a look in the eyes of— stating that the message was deliberately sent someone. Now his eyes turned back to the mobile phone screen in the name of Putra Indira. While gulping he snorted accompanied by a frightening asymmetrical smile.

“It looks like Teshar is trying to play around. Open your message,” the door on one of the bodyguards.

“Good, Mr.”

The bodyguard immediately opened his phone, a message attaching a link. The movements of the bodyguard's face and eyes now turn to Jeff and ask for opinions through the look in his eyes.

“Open!” jeff was impatient.

The guard then opens a link that immediately directs to open the browser site and switch again to reopen a video. With a doubtful hand the guard pressed the play options available there.

"B-isn't she ...!" The guard's eyes widened.

How surprised he was when he found a Video image of a man tied to a chair and given a whip, a bruised face, and a reddened body full of whip cuts.

“If you have dared to injure your captive, then I am now also doing the same with you. The difference is I'm not a loser who hurt a woman, honorable Mr. Jeff. When you love your son, come alone like me and we finish this like a real man.” The sound of a large text message in the video on behalf of Teshar.

“Shit! He dared to hurt Zidan!” Jeff's anger bubbled.

All the faces of the bodyguards that were with him were stunned, looking at each other.

“Make sure the man is killed tonight!” angrily Jeff stared one by one at his guards with a reddened face showing anger, his jaw hardened with fingers clenched tightly. “Negotiation tonight will not happen,” he added while clenching his fingers.