The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar

Empty Feelings

The Indira residence. Teshar turned his body over the bed. Last night's shadow about Clara's escape from her secret room greatly irritated the man. In his heart he felt furious because what he had done was even chaotic because of his own decisions.

Letting the girl live was a mistake that she had to make up for with the wrath of her parents when they heard the matter. Teshar breathed a long breath to be able to expel the impitan feeling of confusion with the step that must be taken next.

The man's hand deftly grabbed the phone from the top of the nightstand, looking at the contact number that had contacted him several times. With a feeling of annoyance he contacted the contact back.

“What's up?” teshar asked flatly as he scowled his throbbing forehead.

“The girl is currently at a family-owned bakery in January.” The man reported his work.

“Good. Let it go, but keep an eye on the movement. Don't lose track! Always keep her safe, I will pick her up myself if she is done playing around out there,” Teshar said with a firm expression. Even so his smile was now engraved with a look of eyes showing relief.

“Good, Sir,” replied the man ending his report.

Teshar placed his phone over his chest while looking at the ceiling of his room with distant thoughts drifting into the past. Life is also his love. It never ends well. There was never any sincerity present from a woman who had been close to him. Just pivoting on business, notch and the rest is bullshit.

When you remember Clara, for some reason Teshar is filled with hatred and affection that blends, unable to escape. The longing he always denied by trying to show a cold attitude towards the girl every time he met. So far he has always been able to suppress and get rid of that thought. The girl is forbidden to be given a heart.

“You think I can't make you suffer more when you're out there, Clara?” teshar muttered beginning to imagine the girl.

The little girl, the person she had been making toys for years in a secret room. The girl who must be kind, obey, and follow whatever she commands. He smiled to himself when he remembered the girl's innocent face each time arguing with the end of a defeat. It was fun for Teshar. An amusement for his life filled with the pressures of work.

The man's memory returned when the night before the holiday arrived. The girl displayed a joyful face while waiting for her arrival. His footsteps also looked cheerful as he walked over. Not to forget, a smile that is always charming is engraved beautifully decorate her beautiful face.

“Sister has arrived,” welcome the girl happy face.

“What's up?” Teshar looked flat. He started taking his book collection off the shelf, still followed by Clara wherever he stepped.

Irritated as well, the man immediately turned his body and faced exactly towards Clara standing up. The girl was seen smiling by displaying her very plain twinkle and clear brown eyes.

“Kak Teshar, he said he wanted to take Clara out of the house when the celebration came. I've been waiting and counting day by day, so that I don't forget when that day comes,” Clara chirped with an innocent face, the girl looked back at her to wait for an answer.

Teshar shifted his gaze while pushing Clara's shoulder away. Really, that innocent girl who's getting pissed off. All his natural behavior, face, attitude, everything. He wanted to use that excuse to do what his parents told him to do. However, still every time he met the girl, he was unable to do so. That is why until now the order has not been able to be carried out as well.

There is an inner upheaval to the order.

“Kakak,” whining Clara following steps Teshar who walked past her.

The girl's feet snapped in annoyance because Teshar always reneged on promises. All the things that sometimes say well from the mouth of the man in fact always be a pseudo happiness for him. He still follows Teshar's steps when choosing a book.

“Read this, give your opinion,” said Teshar turned to make Clara turn her eyes and stop her steps.

“What opinion?” clara asked confused.

There were as many as four thick books successfully landed on the palm of the hand that he deliberately extended to support the book that the fierce man gave.

“Then, promise Brother how?” sela Clara protested.

“Ish!” hiss Teshar makes Clara shrivel. “No appointment!”

Clara immediately nodded, looking down as she walked with her book to a desk where she was studying when Teshar came to read. While sitting opening the book he glanced at the annoying man's face once in a while.

“Hih! When can I strangle that shitty guy's neck.” Clara is upset.

"What did you say, that was!" hardik Teshar was annoyed when he heard Clara's grunts that were not so caught clearly in his ears.

"Ah .. no!" The girl's eyes widened while laughing. "I want to strangle the characters in the story of this novel I read, Brother. Don't get me wrong" continued Clara grimacing down her head, still with her carefree laugh.

Teshar immediately picked up the book himself from the shelf, sitting quietly in the usual place he spent his time in the room. The man often spent almost three hours reading each time he came to visit.

Teshar closed his eyes, the shadow was gone leaving a strange taste. His feelings suddenly became hollow.

"Clara, how does it feel to get out of this house? Even last night it felt like a year, didn't it?" fret Teshar speaks for himself.

The man immediately got out of bed lethargic, stepped towards the bathroom to clean himself up and prepared to go to the office. He would not miss an important meeting just to think of a girl who should no longer exist in the world. However, as usual, he would have breakfast at his parents' residence.

**

Teshar is now inside his parents' residence. Wearing a suit, the focus looks to be pairing the watch on the wrist while walking down the stairs. His gaze collided with the sister who apparently managed to catch up with him from behind. Although the building of his house was separate, but Teshar always took time to eat breakfast at the residence owned by his parents.

Teshar continued walking ignoring the whistling from his sister's lips. He suspects that currently Kenan already knows that the girl who became his secret really exists and is now making trouble.

“What are you currently mocking your sister?” sindir Teshar flipped over, staring at Kenan.

His sister immediately stopped stepping while laughing amusedly at the look on her brother's stiff face. The man who was seven years younger was immediately waltzing away without answering the tantrum directed at him.

“What do you mean!” decak Teshar walks after his sister.

“I didn't think the rumors were true. By the way, the girl you're hiding is very pretty. Well, if I had known there was such a beautiful girl in your house, I would certainly not have let her sit lonely and idle, her ” chatter heats Teshar's ears.

Teshar almost beat up Kenan because he felt his sister had been delayed in speaking. However, the arrival of his father and mother from the living room immediately stopped a fight between the brothers.

“If you are not quick to bring the girl home and hide her again. Don't blame me if I play around with him out there. Hasn't the girl's name vanished from the curriculum vitae?” Kenan whispered in his brother's ear.

Teshar looked at Kenan who was now walking away from home. As usual, what her sister did was always ignored by her parents.

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