The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Refusing to Get Acquainted

Kenan deliberately woke up early to be able to leave the apartment unit before the woman woke up, he already felt lazy to be there. The shadow of the mysterious woman who was now in the next unit was very disturbing to his mind. A Teshar has a mistress? Kenan felt that he did not believe that fact when he saw how free his brother if he wanted to get any woman he liked.

"What is Teshar hiding from the beautiful woman? I was so curious, how would he react if he knew that I had seen and spoken directly to the woman he was hiding," muttered Kenan with a full smile.

Kenan was still very curious. He walked out of the room after putting an envelope with cash on the nightstand. He is the kind of guy who doesn't like a bond. He didn't want this woman looking for him again after what they both did last night.

Not to forget he took a pack of safety he had used last night off the floor and threw it into a garbage can. Kenan who is always careful, he does not want to carelessly put seeds on behalf of his family. Without looking back, he immediately closed the door of the room slowly.

Kenan walks out of the apartment, hoping not to meet Teshar. He did not want until his brother knew that tonight he was lying and sleeping with a foreign woman in this apartment. She was actually quite surprised to learn that her brother had a private apartment that did not make the list of assets that the family knew.

“Teshar is really mysterious. He was acting sober and perfect in front of everyone, in fact a jerk was like me, too" muttered Kenan walked over and stopped in front of the elevator.

The man immediately went inside when the elevator door was open, one hand pressed the button to the lobby. He wants to go home soon. There were six missed calls on his phone screen, surely his father was waiting at home.

”Hai! Tut-wait, Mister!" A female voice called out from outside.

Kenan immediately turned his eyes towards the front while his hand held the elevator door shut after noticing a woman running and shouting telling him to wait.

”Thank you," said the woman, bowing her head to Kenan.

The girl immediately entered while tidying up her unraveled curly hair covering her cheeks, while turning to Kenan with a nervous face.

“You ... that girl last night, right?" kenan asked, his face gasping at the girl who was now beside him.

Clara looked at me full of looks. He did not understand the intent of the man beside him. While looking at the man's appearance, he shifted his body away. He is unlikely to create new problems after being given a chance to walk Teshar through a message placed on the dining table. He ignored it as much as possible, though immediately recalled that the two of them had met last night while on the balcony.

”Oh, it turns out he was that weird guy last night," Clara muttered inwardly.

”Heih, you are very disrespectful for being quiet instead, not answering anyone else's questions," Kena flicked her body to the woman who was still signaling her refusal to talk to him.

Kenan clasped his hands while looking at the girl with an annoyed face. He did not understand why this woman was avoiding him so much, even though what he did was still reasonable in getting acquainted.

“Jawab," hissed Kenan feeling impatient.

Clara was surprised to hear the man's voice as if he was pressing her, until finally she chose to shuffle further and further away with her hands holding on to the elevator wall. He did not expect, when asked to answer, the fact is that Teshar does not always answer all his questions. Clara decided to ignore the pretentious man.

“Everything we get acquainted, gosh .. You are so strange," Kenan replied feeling that the girl who honestly had a pretty face was behaving like no girl in general.

”I don't want acquaintances, sorry," Clara insisted later.

Clara hugged the small carry bag while staring at the monitor screen which showed an arrow heading to the first floor was still a while away. He recalled, Teshar last night told him that he was currently on the forty-ninth floor. Restlessly he continued to stare at the elevator door and the numbers on the monitor screen.

Kenan clucked to himself as he saw the young girl trying to keep her distance. He was very sure, this is the girl Teshar was hiding. While facing back towards the front door of the elevator, he still occasionally stared at the girl silently.

“This woman is so beautiful. Teshar hid it. But for what? Is it because he's too young to be introduced to mom and dad? Cih ... The taste of the snot child turns out," inward Kenan commented on his brother's relationship with the girl who looks very young.

”Ck! Why so long. Though I had goosebumps," Clara lamented, Kenan ruffled her waist, and she was offended by the words she heard from the girl's lips.

Clara just melengos not want to look at Kenan at all.

“You think I'm a demon? Goosebumps," his his hissing faced sinisterly towards Clara.

”I'm not talking about you, why are you offended? One time," Clara replied unwilling to budge.

“You-"

It was fortunate that the elevator door opened so Clara could get out of there immediately. He did not care about the unknown man at all. Up to the annoyance Kenan ran a little after him, eager for the man to finish his business first with the annoying girl before going home.

Clara came out of the apartment lobby and dazed looking for a way out. When he saw security, he immediately approached him and asked his destination for a walk this morning. Teshar had already set his place, as a reward for being willing to return home to the apartment with him and be nice.

”Pak, can you help Clara find this place?" ask him while giving a small note paper to the security.

The burly security wearing navy blue uniform immediately came out of the post and observed the paper containing the name of a place. With a smile he told the woman who looked unfamiliar to him in a friendly manner.

”Miss just take a taxi, then give this paper to the driver. Surely Miss will not go the wrong way and get lost," suggested the Security while handing the paper back.

Clara nodded happily, immediately stuffing her paper into the pocket of the trousers she was wearing. Clara turned her body, turned her head towards the lobby, while retreating with quick steps made her body slightly bump into the body of security and her attitude turned awkward. Clara was anxious to see the man in the elevator as if he was following her.

“Sorry, Sir, please. The man followed me from the forty-ninth floor where I live. Can you intercept him?" Clara expressed her problem to the security as she looked at the arrival of the orange yellow-haired young man from a distance, the man was now walking towards her.