The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar

Playing Heart

“Iya, Non. Mr. Kenan's girlfriend was changing constantly. Some who sometimes come here to complain to Mr. Bima while crying, because it was cut off so same Mr. Kenan.” Nia recounted in a soft and reassuring voice.

“Not only that, Non. He got the nickname play boy,” said Mia while holding hands.

“Wah, what is play boy?”

Clara immediately stopped chewing, she looked at the two maids who were still standing with her for breakfast alternately. He has not understood so much. It's just that, some of the novels he's read, the word play boy refers to men who like to lie to women with seduction in the name of love, the rest he has not understood what love is like until it can be hit by a man play boy trap.

“Just if the same Mr. Kenan do not easily believe, yes, Non. I do not want Non Clara to be lied to until heartache,” said Mia with a serious face staring at Clara.

“Ok, okay. I have breakfast again?” clara said she was not interested in Kenan's story. He was too busy thinking about how Teshar was doing, why he had not come to see him.

His mind wandered far away. Their togetherness during this time, does not feel create a vacuum. As strong as he wants to go, in fact the strange feeling that can break his imagination.

It is possible that boredom and hatred caused by the lack of Teshar attitude to him all this time, so armed with a strong determination to run away from the house was blowing and gave more courage to him to leave. And now he feels sorry and grateful simultaneously.

“Hemm!” Deheman's voice from the direction of the open door made Clara, Mia and Ina turn quickly towards the source of the sound. Now it looks Kenan has stood up handsomely while smiling sweetly when entering his room.

The man wore chino pants combined with a dark blue short-sleeved shirt and white sneakers. The color of the brownish orange hair contrasts sharply with her calm clothing.

Clara scanned every appearance of Kenan. Between Kenan and his brother indeed looks very different style, he can only compare it in wishful thinking.

Kenan who realized he was being noticed suddenly carved a smile towards the girl. Inevitably, Clara immediately pulled her gaze back and focused towards the dining table.

“Good morning, Mr. Princess,” greeting Kenan immediately given a sneer in the heart by the two maids who are now starting to retreat leaving the table.

All regulations in the residence do require all servants to maintain attitude and distance when meeting with all residents of this house. Kenan immediately sat opposite Clara who was looking at him awkwardly.

“I'm coming for breakfast, okay, yes?” said gently.

“Oh, please,” replied Clara nodded softly while pulling a forced smile.

“I will go for a walk today. How about we go together?” he tasted while biting the bread and looked at Clara with glittering eyes.

He really felt very interested in the indifference of the girl's attitude towards him. This is a valuable experience because no woman has ever done such an attitude.

“I don't want to go anywhere.” Clara answered briefly.

“Do you not feel bored? Heh?” Kenan's widened eyes earned that subtle rejection.

“No, I'm used to living in boredom,” Clara replied again with still enjoying her breakfast.

“Did my brother have managed to brainwash you to this extent?” his his hiss as he grabbed Clara's forehead and flicked the tip of her index finger in annoyance.

“What, anyway?” clara's protest widened both of her eyeballs towards Kenan. Clumsy too the girl immediately rubbed her forehead which felt hot.

“I'll just wait outside your room. In ten minutes you must be ready. There was no word to refuse, because Kenan did not accept a rejection. Ok, Princess,” he said as he stood up.

He left Clara still dumbstruck staring at him while chewing the bread that was still piled up in the mouth.

“Not to think about, Non. She does love to seduce all beautiful women,” whispered Mia with narrowed eyes.

“Ok, continue breakfast. The bread is so good .. um, it reminds me of the bread at Rafka's sister's store,” the chatter then take another slice of bread.

“Rafka? Friends Non Clara?” asked Nia while tidying up Kenan's breakfast marks.

“Friends? I don't know..he is very kind and friendly,” praise Clara imagining the gentle smile of the man as she speaks.

“Seat breakfast, Miss. You must recover and meet again with the man,” said Ina politely. The girl nodded with a carefree smile. It was a joy to enjoy that delicious breakfast.

Clara tried to ignore the man's orders to prepare to leave. He chose again to enjoy breakfast with his two servants while chatting.

This is the moment he always dreamed of— could exchange stories with other humans—after years of just talking to the empty wall in Teshar's house.

“Clara!” furious Kenan re-entered the girl's room, it was unexpected that Clara had not prepared at all.

With frustration reaching the crown, Kenan immediately forcibly pulled the girl's hand, leaving behind two slices of sandwiches Clara still wanted.

“Where to, anyway?” clara protested with hasty steps.

“I told you, I'll take you for a walk, why are you still asking?” Kenan tried to soften his voice.

The man has never forced a girl to go on a date, because without being asked of course they have all been flirting with his arms. Clara really pissed him off.

“I don't want to go for a walk. My breakfast was too good to leave," complained Clara still walking pulled Kenan towards the outside of the house, down the corridor before finally being in the middle of the room of the house facing the main door.

“Let me buy you the most delicious food around this area of grandfather's residence."

“What does it mean?” Clara showed a doubtful face.

“I will take you for a walk around this vast grandfather's residence. So you will no longer feel confined during your stay in this place. This is all for your safety, of course,” explained Kenan to make Clara immediately stop the step.

Kenan turned his head towards the girl who was now even bowing her sad head. Kenan knows that Clara's refusal is only to harbor curiosity in the outside world so that she no longer wants to be curious and endanger herself again.

“Why stop?”

Kenan tried to pull back Clara's fingers that felt cold. The girl looked up at Kenan with suddenly teary eyes.

“What are Teshar's wounds severe? For the sake of being able to save me, does he have to bet with his life?” Highlight Clara's eyes turning foggy.

Kenan immediately released Clara's fingers. He was quite impressed with that question. A sincere anxiety from the look in the eyes of a girl who had also caught his attention. He secretly felt indignant looking at that expression.

“No, I'm not that easy guy to fall in love with and be jealous of. I'll make sure this girl's position is the same as any other girl. I just felt curious, nothing more,” Inner Kenan tried to convince herself.

“Soal my request last night how?” clara asked looking expectantly at the man. Their views collide.

“What do I get after helping you find out? Are you going to change how you feel about her?” Kenan turned the question around, hoping that the girl before him would give a heart-relieving answer.