The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar

The Midnight Ruckus

Kenan returned to his grandfather's house after one early morning. Her steps were shrugged with tangled clothes and messy hair. Smelling the smell of alcohol coming from his body, the man was drunk.

Some of the guards came in a hurry to approach the gate, making sure that now who came was really the grandson of the owner of the house.

While receiving the keys from the replacement driver who drove Kenan, the bodyguards immediately took over the car and took him into the yard area. Moving their young master with great difficulty due to the many blows of resentment and swearing that the lonely man threw all the way to his room.

“Who said I want to go to my room?!” ketus hardiknya.

Still trying to get rid of the hand of the bodyguard who now embraces it to be strong to walk. Almost himself fell down, fortunately with alacrity the two bodyguards recaptured his body.

“Sorry, Sir. You should rest in your own room.” The bodyguard was still trying to keep Tenan's steps from turning towards Clara's room.

The bodyguards knew that since Clara was in this house, this play boy broke into the room every night, it was just that they were too afraid to rebuke the famous young master of the temperament blatantly. Moreover, Mr. Bima let alone what Kenan did without commenting anything.

“I want to see Clara.” The man is still adamant.

Kenan holds the wall when walking, he feels his body feels light as well as heavy. What was seen from the look of Clara's eyes when talking about Teshar made her very angry. However, he must get Clara's heart as soon as possible.

“Nona Clara is asleep, Mr.” One of his guards restrained Kenan's shoulders to stop his staggering steps.

“Who are you, dare to forbid me? Hem!” the decaknya severed the bodyguard's hand with closed eyes, the movement of his body is unstable.

“Sorry, Young Master,” said the bodyguard was still trying to block Kenan's move towards Clara's room which was only a few meters away from his current place. 

“Clara! Out!” yelled Kenan annoyed.

He again tried to pass the two guards though with difficulty. Trying to walk straight even though in fact several times he almost fell down.

“Surge you! Move!” with a weak hand.

Kenan rested his shoulders on the wall while still trying to shake off the hand of the bodyguard who tried to bring him back to the room.

The sound of commotion between Kenan and the bodyguards rang out until it reached Clara's room. A few servants and bodyguards who heard also finally came to gather to where Kenan was blabbering in annoyance.

Clara who was still in a sleepy state would not want to open the door of her room to ensure the situation outside, because curious about the sudden boisterous atmosphere.

“Clara! Here you ... you must be punished!” rancu Kenan with an indistinct shout.

“Master, let me take you back to the room,” persuade the waiter to speak.

“Shut up, you guys! Sshhtttt .. I want to punish Clara.” Kenan started laughing indistinctly.

While yawning Clara finally chose to get out of the room. With high curiosity he walked slowly to bring the crowd to reach the front row.

The sight of the tangled man blabbering made him frown in wonder. Why did they all make the strange man a spectacle?

“What is this?” tanyanya while rubbing the left eyelid with a slow step.

Kenan, who noticed Clara's voice, immediately opened his eyes, waving his hand at the girl.

“Clara, here,” call him slowly, the man suddenly returned to display a slick laugh.

“Why you?” clara panicked and ran over to Kenan who was about to collapse. Now his body was immediately struck by the bodyguard; trying his hardest not to fall to the floor.

“Bring him into my room!” clara's orders were immediately given the trunks of everyone's head.

“Do not, Miss. Mr. Kenan is drunk heavily, we are afraid he will harm you later,” explained Mia who is now walking closer to Clara. He hopes Clara doesn't do anything reckless.

“Pity him, it's okay, just take him into my room,” Clara pinta makes everyone sigh.

They really did not understand the way the girl's mind was too plain. It was very simple and felt like everything he met was amazing.

“Good, Miss.”

Clara let Kenan into her room, walking behind them in slow steps. Several times carve an amused smile at hearing the annoying man concoct like a child.

“Clara, grandpa wants to talk.”

The voice of a man coming from behind managed to stop his steps. His body twisted together with a head movement looking at an old man wearing a gray white sweater standing not far from him.

“Lord Bima,” greet Clara bowing her head in salute.

“Follow me,” he said then turned around leaving Clara still staring at him expressionlessly.

“You were invited by Mr. Bima, quickly there,” whispered a servant threw away the daydream of Clara, then the girl nodded faintly as she walked following the steps of the old man into a room.

Had been staring at the door for a few minutes, finally after trying to brave himself he also knocked on the door made of transparent glass before finally entering.

“You have come, sit down,” pinta Bima gives a signal with a flickering hand towards the sofa made of dark brown leather.

"Thank you, sir."

"Call me Grandfather, it feels so stiff that you call me master." Bima continued to give a wise smile.

“Good, Grandpa. Um, anything to talk about with Clara?” asked the girl stepped following the motion of Bima's hand telling her to sit.

“What did Kenan do while in your room?” ask the man firmly.

For a moment Clara lifted her chin, looking confused at the question the man had just asked. Tilting his head he scratched his suddenly itchy hair.

“What will he do in Clara's room?” clara asked back with confused eyes, the girl's face really made Bima have to hold back laughter.

While stepping and grabbing a stick to hold the weight, the eighty-two-year-old grandfather took two bottles of soft drink from inside the cooler and handed them to Clara. With an awkward hand gesture, the girl received a can-shaped bottle with both palms.

“Did he bother you?” tanyanya smiled.

The man immediately sat on the sofa opposite Clara, the two of them now separated by a table made of long teak brown in line with the sofa that surrounds it.

“Pretty annoying, because he keeps babbling every night, sleep curled up on the sofa, but can be calm like a baby when he has managed to fall asleep,” replied Clara in a soft tone of voice without making up. All natural glides, hinting that Clara is telling her what she's been through.

“Alright, very good,” praise Bima felt very satisfied, the grandfather's head nodded several times.

“Good? Mean Grandpa nice in which part?”

Clara frowned in wonder. He did not understand the praise of the owner of the residence where the residence was intended for whom.

“Yes, Grandpa feels he is getting a chance to fix everything. Grandfather thought it was not too late to change the son of a delinquent to be wiser in understanding the difficulties of his life,” Bima replied the more Clara breathed, he was even more confused to understand the speech of the grandfather.

Bima who realized the confusion of a beautiful girl like a doll then laughed. Several times he sipped a drink in his hand accompanied by a stiffening.

“Should I just kick him out?” clara asked suddenly confused, her hand deftly opened the lid of the can while gulping the contents, the sweetness of the lychee immediately strengthened on the tongue.

“When Teshar has returned to this house, you must evict Kenan from your room. Do not let the man strangle Kenan and stop his silliness,” throw Bima while laughing again.

Clara sipped her drink slowly, suddenly she was horrified by the parable thrown from the grandfather.

"Well, I will drive him away" said Clara, nodding, though she did not understand the meaning of Bima's words.

“Hust! You don't want to have a war between two brothers, do you?" bima's God increasingly made Clara's forehead wrinkled deep.