The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar

Heartspour

Hospital

Jemmy night can't close the eyes of a minute's worth of stuff. Staring at the state of Teshar who continued to delirious with ambiguous sentences is unclear, making him worried.

Jemmy imagined, how much fear Teshar hidden so far can not calm at all in his sleep.

Several times also Jemmy had to check the body temperature of Teshar who had a high fever.

“Where are we?” teshar asked as soon as he woke up. He looked tired with his head turned in all directions.

Jemmy immediately pranced from the sofa and approached the confused looking Teshar. His hand moved quickly to the forehead, palpable better than Teshar's body temperature overnight. Jemmy stared at the relief of the glass window that showed the outside was already brightly lit by the morning sunlight.

“I'll call the doctor,” he said as soon as he left Teshar who just silently looked at the look on his face.

“How is Clara doing? Is he okay,” murmured the man as he gulped his dry saliva.

He tried to recall the night he had. While trying to negotiate with Jeff who ends up in a shootout and is cunningly wounded. Slowly his hand touched the bandage wrapped around his arm. With a sigh he tried to straighten his body that felt all the pain.

“Hey, don't move first,” protest Jemmy held Teshar's chest from waking up.

“I'm fine,” kilah Teshar insisted.

“Because you can't move at all!” hiss Jemmy pitched nagging.

A doctor along with three nurses who walked into the room immediately stopped the ridiculous strife they both had. The doctor smiled faintly, approaching the patient's bed where Teshar lay accompanied by Jemmy standing beside him.

“How are you, Mr Teshar?” he said as he pulled the stethoscope from his proud white coat pocket.

“Better than last night,” replied Teshar also slightly singled out a thin smile.

He did not expect to still be able to survive and live after an entire night of shortness of breath. His chest felt heavy and also the pain all over his body was excruciating.

Throughout the night she felt alone, no sound she could hear, except the sound of Clara giving her a hue of hatred. The voice of the little girl asking for mercy and all the voices asking for help was exactly the same as it was twelve years ago.

Suddenly he felt deep regret when what his parents did was unable to stop him at all. Suddenly Teshar's face paled, when he recalled the tragedy at the girl's parents' house, due to the cruelty of revenge from his parents.

“Your face why suddenly even pale?” jemmy asked while holding his arm.

“No,” replied Teshar shaking his head.

“Doctors only check your heart rate, why do you look anxious?” jemmy jokes make the doctor smile and give directions to the nurses who surround him.

“Not about that,” rebut Teshar immediately given the naughtiness of Jemmy. Teshar could only snort his own annoyance.

“Many breaks first yes, Mr. Teshar. We will observe in depth first, the results we observe and we will explain later. I'm glad that your circumstances weren't as bad as I thought they were last night. Ok, we excuse me,” explained The doctor was immediately given a nod of Teshar's head.

“Thank you, Doc.” Jemmy accompanied the doctor's departure while closing the door.

Now Jemmy immediately approached Teshar and punched him in the chest slowly. He murmured in annoyance, realizing that last night he himself was like a madman, for fear of losing Teshar who suddenly became a patient in a state of emergency.

“Are you upset I still survive?” rutuk Teshar looked at Jemmy with a glance in his eyes.

“Iya! Just make me worry!” the man replied sniffly, inversely proportional to his heart which was covered in immense relief.

Both of them turned their faces in a moment, releasing fatigue. However, it was clear that laughter full of silliness was also heard afterwards.

"You've succeeded in making everyone anxious."

Jemmy then pulled up the folding chair in the corner of the room and sat down with his hands, still looking at Teshar while shaking his head.

“Don't blame yourself,” thrower Teshar then while staring at the ceiling of his ward.

“Your father will know soon, Teshar. Because of my stupidity, you got hurt. Doesn't that mean I'm not good at taking care of you,” regretted Jemmy while lowering his head for a moment.

“I'm thirty-four years old, I'll tell you. It's not purely your fault, but because of my carelessness that too underestimates Jeffrin's cunning,” refutes Teshar with Jemmy's guilty plea.

He is aware that everyone has tried to do their best, so he is quite grateful to be able to go through everything well. At least he still has a chance to make amends to Clara by saving the girl last night.

“Is Clara okay?” teshar asked in a soft voice.

“Yes, last night Kenan brought Clara home to your grandfather's house. I said you were fine and forbade him from coming here.”

Jemmy looked back at the change in Teshar's face. He could not yet read what the pale man was thinking—in his blank gaze, looking up at the sky of the room dominated by the white color.

“I'm scared, Jem,” Teshar later revealed.

Jemmy, who had been looking down for a while, finally looked back at Teshar, who was now displaying a pale smile towards him.

“What are you afraid of?” jemmy asked looking at the two chocolate beads with an equally anxious feeling. He felt Teshar was afraid of reality because now his parents must have acted more than they had in his shadow.

“He will hate me, before I can apologize,” he replied in a bitter voice.

“Clara? or your parents?” Jemmy was confused.

“Both.” Teshar then threw his face away, turning his gaze towards the wall to avoid a face-to-face encounter with Jemmy who seemed confused to give what expression to him.

Jemmy was silent, he knew that at this time Teshar was just sharing the burden he had been thinking about for more than ten years. He knew that Teshar had withstood the guilt between the girl and her parents. Even without touching it, he felt that the man loved Clara so much instead of hurting or killing her. Jemmy suddenly felt inadequate if he had to live life like Teshar.

“Since when did you save your feelings to Clara?” asked Jemmy then in a very slow voice.

“Since he was sixteen. Am I not a dirty man?” I laugh with irony.

“Not like that,” rebut Jemmy tried to defend his best friend that. “Sixteen years means he is no longer a child.”

“I tried to refute my feelings all this time, stressing to throw away the fact that I like a girl who is still a child. And it always makes me feel dirty, as long as you know. I don't expect anyone to love me, Jemmy, Can't it happen.” Teshar flipped his body facing the confused looking Jemmy.

“Sixteen years is no longer a child, gosh!" Jemmy groaned in disbelief at Teshar's thoughts. "So, you ignored her life all this time because of that?”

“Hmm, I haven't spoken to him in five years. I ignored all his chatter, although I actually cared enough and wanted to say that I was worried about him too.” Teshar took a deep breath.

“Of course, my hatred for Clara's parents caused my sister's death, and that was the reason why I did all this to her.”

Jemmy looked at Teshar with a surprised face. He did not expect at all, the tragic and mysterious death of Jhony Indira gave such a wound and a terrible story.

“You don't understand, do you?” tanya Teshar who was then given a soft Jemmy head.

“Well, that Clara was the son of Roy Louise, he was the one most responsible for my sister's death. A man who was not touched by the law, until finally my parents chose to seek justice themselves.”

“With revenge, take out the entire family member ... without exception?” Jemmy was shocked.