The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Meet Him Again

”Good, leave it to me.“ Security prepares itself for all possibilities.

”Thank you, Sir.“ Clara can breathe.

He himself did not expect to meet such a familiar pretentious man. Just want to feel the free world, in fact there is only a barrier to his freedom.

Clara looked back while stepping away. He could see the security blocking Kenan's steps when he was about to chase him. The moment is thrilling and it can make him anxious too.

"He's very scary. How could there be a man like him, chasing after an unknown person," murmured Clara, commenting on the man's recklessness to approach him.

Clara immediately ran out of the high, luxurious apartment building area. After making sure there was no public bus that could take him away from there, he decided to stop the car with a taxi whiteboard. Clara was like a person who had just come out of a cave after seeing the major changes to the city buildings and woefully she did not regarding where she was currently living.

”Wah, a luxury car now works as a taxi," he said himself when he saw the car slide and stopped right in front of him. Without waiting for a long time he immediately entered and sat down while confirming the location of the bag and also his clothes.

“Where are we, Miss?" the taxi driver asked, looking back at Clara. The man in blue uniform immediately took the wheel out of the yard and out of the apartment after making sure Clara was safely seated in the passenger seat.

"To this address, sir." Smiling, Clara handed the paper she reached from her pocket to the driver.

"Good, Miss."

”Take me to that place yes, sir," said Clara immediately given a nod and thumbs up by the driver. Clara laughed lightly in response.

“Nona is alone?" ask the driver while continuing to run the car.

”Yes, Sir."

The vehicle distracts Clara. Clara was amazed to see the terraced streets and the number of vehicles that passed through it. High-rise skyscrapers and some shopping centers whose size exceeds the football field. Clara was truly amazed beyond measure and felt very curious to enter the place one by one.

"For the wicked man, I know nothing" grumbled Clara commenting on Teshar with her fate locked up all along.

After traveling for about half an hour, the taxi finally stopped. Clara was confused, and she looked at the driver alternately between the museum building and the library center in front of her eyes. What was in his imagination was instantly gone. This place did not live up to his expectations because he really wanted to go to a beautiful garden filled with flowers, not a place to look for a collection of books like his life when he was at the Teshar house.

”What do you mean you sent me here, huh?" clara was weak, her mind was grieving Teshar

“You've arrived, Miss."

Clara looked at the smiling driver towards her with an understanding nod. His hands began to reach into the bag to issue the allowance that Teshar gave to the driver.

”This is the change, Miss." The driver gave money to Clara.

“Thank you, sir," replied Clara with a cramped face.

The girl immediately came down and stepped cheerfully into the courtyard area. So widely crowded in line and then the people who also come to the entrance and exit of the building.

"All right, I'm going in." The girl mumbled softly.

”Wah, it turns out this room is very spacious.“ The girl twisted her body in order to observe the beauty of her interior design. "It's amazing."

He stared in amazement at the many towering bookshelves filling the room. Many people in silence sit in the available chairs, also those still standing on the shelves choosing reading that suits their taste.

Unlike when he was feeling lazy, now he is quite happy and moves with cheerful steps approaching a row of books neatly arranged on the shelf of the closet.

Jemari flicked her hands down each arrangement of books and took one of them. He was so happy that he forgot his frustration with a man named Teshar.

Turning back her body, Clara intended to walk away from the place. But damn it he collided with someone who was walking towards him as well. The man's book fell to the floor. Clara felt surprised and immediately grabbed the books while crouching down with repeated apologies.

“Sorry, yes?" regret Clara as she grabbed one by one the books from the floor and put them on her arm.

Clata could see the owner of the white shoe flinching from his place. Of course his heart was pounding in fear that to the point of making the person angry at his carelessness. The girl could only gulp her saliva nervously.

Clara immediately tidied up the books and put and hugged them in her arms. He looked at a pair of white shoes that were not out of place. Clara had to look up to see who the owner was.

The man let out a soft laugh and immediately crouched down to help Clara pick up her books. Taking a breath he grabbed the book from Clara's hand and took it with him while re-enforcing his body.

“K-sister Rafka?" greeting Clara, she did not expect to see the man again.

"You are here too" said the man without showing any anger at all.

Clara stood up, amazed at the way the man was so warm to her. While walking, Clara observed from the side of Rafka's face that looked so calm.

”I used to know him, but where? I forgot, "inner Clara while remembering her name. A name enough to make him think of someone he knew as a child.

“You like to read books too?" asked the tall man while pulling a chair for Clara.

”Yes, Brother," replied Clara nodding.

“Your name is Clara, right? Slightly forgetting," asked Rafka turning towards the girl before sitting in her chair.

”Yes, sister," Clara replied again as she grabbed her book and started reading.

With a smile Rafka observed Clara's face, to be honest she felt very curious about the girl. The figure of the girl is simple and looks very different from most women he has met. Being able to meet him again was a very unexpected thing at all.

“Kakak holiday?" whispered Clara while turning the pages of the chapter of the book she was reading.

”No, I left the store with the clerk," he replied in a voice no less slow.

“Sister name, Rafka, right? Did we meet before at the bakery yesterday?" clara continued in a soft voice.

"Yes, maybe, but roughly where, huh?" Rafka smiled thinly, of course the sentence slightly teased Clara's reaction.