The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Kenan and Curiosity

The night was getting late, Kenan let go of the woman's embrace. The regular sound of breathing indicates that the woman is now asleep. The woman must have been exhausted after the sex session they both had. Kenan clucked himself with what he had just done, forced to let go of the tension with the woman to overcome the insipidness of the life he lived.

Kenan grabbed the clothes and cleaned himself in the bathroom, refreshing his mind. After feeling enough, he immediately came out from there in a better mood.

He stared at the balcony, which showed a view of the night sky from behind the window curtain. Kenan grabbed the sandals then walked over and opened them. The cold night air immediately burst into the room, the handsome man immediately closed the glass-lined door quietly as he walked out. He did not want a gust of wind until he woke up the woman he had just known a few hours ago.

Kenan felt the cold air penetrating sharply into the pores of his skin, but still he ignored. He walked slowly to the edge while breathing deep air, as if filling the void of his lungs which are always crowded due to the puff of cigarette smoke in accompanying his days.

He breathed a rough breath. While holding the stainless steel barrier, he looked at the street that looked small and very far away with beautiful flashing lights coming from the building below. There are also many vehicles that are still passing through the streets, the light is like a rope belt that adorns the city.

Kenan turned his eyes to the side when he heard the sound of a woman sneezing also coughing lightly due to night wind allergy. Kenan observed intensely the woman who was currently doing the exact same thing as him. Standing on the balcony alone with fingers holding a cold iron barrier.

Kenan immediately approached by walking to the left side of the separate balcony. He felt sure, Teshar was out of the unit next to the unit where he was at this time. He was eager to see clearly the face of the girl, a beautiful face that was believed to be the woman his brother had been hiding all along, like a rumor that once blew and disappeared as if it disappeared without anyone trying to find out the truth.

“Hai," said Kenan in a voice as much as possible heard by the girl who was busy staring at the beauty of the city with a bright face, cheerful, smiling lips.

The girl's eyes hint at the admiration for new things in her life. 

”Excuse me, hello?" kenan's greeting further raised his voice.

The girl turned her head and drowned looking for the direction of the owner of the voice. Their views immediately collided when the girl named Clara managed to find her figure.

“Talk to me?" clara asked softly, her hands looking to touch her chest.

The girl felt surprised because the atmosphere was so quiet. He did not expect the night to be this late, but there were still people who were awake like him and enjoying the night.

”Iya, I'm talking to you," Kenan replied with a smile.

He felt happy, finally being able to talk directly to the woman he saw in the second floor window of his sister's house building in this place. His head felt light and several ideas appeared in his mind. He smiled to himself imagine.

“What's up?" clara asked, turning her eyes back to the front.

Clara recalled Teshar's words about strangers that she should not simply trust, that person might be harboring bad plans for her. Finally, Clara chose to ignore the strange-looking man and re-enjoiced the night that now began to look cloudy.

”Whose name?" asked Kenan trying to find the right position in order to get closer and talk to the girl who made him curious.

Clara pretended not to hear as she walked away towards the left side of the balcony. The girl turned her back on Kenan, unwilling to talk to the man.

“Ayolah ... it's rude to turn your back on the person you're talking to," Kenan's throw made Clara exhale. He still refrained from looking.

”Only a name will not make you lose anything," added Kenan again. “After all, I went up on this balcony just to smoke, not to bother you. We just happened to meet."

Clara then flipped over, looking at Kenan for a moment as she walked slowly back into the room. The cold weather had made him shiver in fact, even he had sneezed and coughed several times. Kenan looked at the girl's movements while igniting a cigarette.

”Where are you going?" kenan asked as he looked at the girl who had been ignoring him earlier walking towards the door.

“Please smoke, I'm allergic. So, good night, may your lungs not hate the consequences of your actions,” shakes Clara indifferently while continuing to walk.

Kenan exhaled feeling annoyed himself. He felt like this girl was trying to mock him, like giving advice, something he hated for life. With teeth rustling the man threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on with his sandal until it left a smashed-headed cigarette crumb.

“Wait! I still have business with you, I've switched off my cigarettes" Kenan said in a loud voice.

Clara did not want to turn her head, the girl instead walked in haste and immediately went inside while closing the door. The twenty-two-year-old girl stroked her chest while glancing outside through the glass door and immediately closed the curtain.

Clara felt a little afraid, while walking faster she also intended to just get out of the room, but unfortunately the dim atmosphere again welcomed her. The girl went into a daze trying to turn on the lights, while walking slowly she walked down the cold wall until her hand touched the switch and immediately turned it on. Bright light immediately clearly shows the breadth of this apartment from where it used to be locked Teshar. But for some reason, Clara instead felt fear because she felt lonely again and alone again.

At least in the old house there were still two servants who came three times a day to serve him, whereas here he was completely alone. Clara walked into the next room and found the door was not closed. Clenching tightly, the girl peeked into the room. He really hoped that Teshar would really accompany him, unfortunately the man did not exist. While sitting slumped to the floor the girl scowled disappointed because it was always easy to lie.

”She wants to sleep in this room? Always lying." Clara grumbled sadly.

*

Meanwhile on Kenan's side. The man looked at the annoyed girl who had left him. Never once in the history of his life has a woman dared to ignore him. The twenty-seven-year-old man growled in his own annoyance. He did not expect, his brother was that great until he had a firm woman, without looking at other men at all, his charm did not work.

“Who exactly is that woman?" inner Kenan felt very curious.

He still looked at the closed door from the room unit which was right next to him—from the side of the balcony where he stood.

”So it's true, hasn't Teshar been hiding a girl? I have to figure out for myself what this thing is, what it's doing. Didn't father and mother set him free in choosing women? Strange cold man," Kenan commented to himself.

He looked back at the atmosphere of the night that began to creep into the morning adding to the cold that increasingly pierced his skin. He still has no intention of getting out of there.