The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Fucked Feelings Change

Clara did not understand at all the words that Teshar had spoken about her 'who should not be alive'. It was eager for him to digest the sentence better, accepting that perhaps he should have been lying stiff in the chest by now, is that what he meant?

“Please, explain it to me, brother? Not supposed to live, what does it mean?”

“Shht!" The man hissed irritably making Clara immediately stop whining.

Teshar focused again on the door, his hand immediately grabbed the pass card from inside the pocket, sticking it on the access part of the scanner. After the door opened, he again pulled Clara's hand to bring her in.

The dark lights immediately lit up brightly when their steps were already inside the door. Clara looked back at the spacious room like the house was in front of her eyes. Some room dividers also look clean kitchen with dining table, there is also a separate living room with two large sofas there. Clara turned her head to look at all corners of the room, she still followed wherever Teshar took her walking.

”Isn't this place wider than your old room?" teshar asked softened his voice, indicating that the man wanted to know Clara's opinion.

The girl nodded without turning her head, she was still busy observing her new home with a twinkle of eyes unable to hide her admiration. There are some furniture, as well as the latest electronic devices that he had not felt for a long time in the reading room where he lived all this time. Without realizing it Clara's face showed a smile.

Teshar looked silently. As much as possible try to always look at the girl from the point of view of someone worthy of being hated, rather than looking at her as a woman.

The tall, handsome man immediately let go of his grasp, letting Clara return to her habit, observing, and trying the thing she had just met. Of course Clara's behavior will always show an adorable side and it is always able to arouse the appetite of a Teshar the Lord Cold to women.

“Shit! Really, shit!" as Teshar walked towards the sofa and dropped his body on it, he looked at Clara who was taking a leisurely stroll through the room with a burden of a stressful mind.

The girl is always changing as time goes on, from a little girl to a very charming adult female figure for men who look on, including her. Teshar himself felt sorry for not killing him at that time, but instead brought home a little girl whose clear existence had to be eliminated from the life list. Teshar took a deep breath, furious himself for getting caught up in his own feelings for the girl.

”Kak Teshar, can I eat boiled noodles?" clara asked gently as she opened the refrigerator in the kitchen not far from Teshar.

“You want to get sick and make me bother?" tanya Teshar growled preferring to refuse with a rhetorical question.

Clara puffed her cheeks in disappointment. He walked up to the man and stood right in front of him. Teshar looked at the girl without blinking.

Clara Amanda, a beautiful-faced girl with white skin untouched by the outside world, both round eyes with a pointed nose and thin lips as bright as a natural cherry—without a touch of make up or whatever it is. The combination of height and weight is ideal with a food menu that Teshar always keep from childhood, plus his attitude is plain, spoiled, and what it is.

Teshar looked, with a brain trying to describe the girl before him uneasily.

”Sial, the more days this girl raises me up. It's a good thing that from today on he will live separately from me. I could keep my sanity from touching the son of a traitor, "the inner Teshar immediately turned his eyes away. He exhaled a breath of dispelling the emotions in his struggling and raging heart.

Teshar immediately turned his gaze agitatedly.

The man only glanced at it then stretched his back onto the back of the sofa. He was eager to go home and leave the chatty One so that his soul would remain safely under control. While grabbing the pillow he covered his face and immediately closed his eyes, trying to ignore the girl's ravings. At least now his heart was relieved that it could find him immediately before things turned chaotic.

”Oya, while I was on the streets, I met a good friend. I'd love it if you two met. Let me see him again, will you, brother?" clara stepped away to grab a drink and took it towards Teshar.

Seeing the adult man still covering his face with a pillow, Clara chose to sit next to him while putting the drink on the table. He held Teshar's arm slowly while taking the pillow, feeling quite worried about his condition. Clara already considered Teshar as her older sister, however the man's stinginess and coldness towards her.

“Sister must be worried about me, huh? I'm sorry" Clara said, opening her eyes to Teshar, turning to the girl who always showed sincerity when she spoke.

”I even want to see you wretched out there, until you prostrate your apologies to me," said Teshar, his voice again showing a cynical attitude.

“Always be cruel," replied Clara pursed her lips. Clara immediately leaned back on the shoulder of the sofa and began to act relaxed. He then turned his gaze from Teshar straight ahead.

Teshar could only look at the girl from the side. The beautiful girl, someone she had raised for twelve years with a strict attitude and forced the rules of life without wanting to hear her complaints. The girl is now grown up.

”You said you know a friend?" tanya Teshar straightened her body while looking at Clara who was beside her.

“Yes, he gave me clothes, shoes, and money. He was nice, asking me to come home if my anger had subsided. Isn't that the attitude of the good guy by his name," praise Clara displaying the twinkle of an eye, the clear eyes of which are always purely radiated. Teshar immediately averted his eyes and chose to stand away. He would not allow himself to play the heart any further than this mess.

”Don't be nice with strangers, understand!" firmly Teshar while walking towards the kitchen, Clara immediately sprinted a little closer; like a sister following her brother.

“Why? He's good 'kok, '" martial Clara did not accept with the accusation that the man she met was including a bad person.

”What does not seem completely in accordance with the existing reality, understand!" decak Teshar looked upset. As always, he doesn't want to be challenged.

“Like Brother Teshar, that means?” lirih Clara.

Realizing that Master Ketus gave him a glance of dislike for his presumptuous attitude, Clara immediately clenched her lips tightly with her face lowered, always like that. All who do not fit his thinking will surely be given a cynical attitude and gnashing of teeth. Clara again relented in silence no longer refuted.

“As usual, Clara. You better just give in, Clara's inner” still occasionally glances towards Teshar.

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