The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Trying to Tell an Old Story

Rafka looked around the table, all the visitors in the public library were concentrating on reading. He felt uncomfortable continuing to talk whispered and took the initiative to invite Clara to take a walk out of the library to be more free to talk.

”How about we go out and buy some food?" ask Rafka to lean her body and face forward. They are currently sitting across from a table.

Clara straightened her body while looking at Rafka who was now looking with a face full of hope. Clara's forehead seemed to be wrinkled at the thought of an invitation to get out of the place from the man before her. In his heart he felt interested, but breaking the orders of a Teshar made him have to think long.

“You haven't come home yet, huh? Why are your clothes still the same as the ones we bought yesterday?" guess Rafka looked at Clara's appearance.

Clara observed herself with embarrassment, nodding softly she pursed her lips. Rafka held back the laughter while bowing her head so as not to be seen by Clara.

”Tell me what your problem is, who knows I can help," he bargained in a still soft voice.

“Really?" whispered Clara with sparkling eyes.

”We're out for a minute. We will be expelled if we chat in this room and make a noise," Rafka added trying to persuade. Clara immediately nodded in agreement and tidied up her book.

Clara waits for Rafka to put all the books back on the shelf. Sometimes he stared at the outside of the building with anxiety. He was also afraid that Teshar would see him quietly leave the place that the man had determined.

“We're looking for food at the restaurant next door, huh?" take Rafka already standing next to Clara while pointing to a restaurant next to the national library building. Clara simply nodded in agreement and walked hand in hand in the direction Rafka pointed to.

”Kak don't memorize the area here?" clara asked for information. He wanted to hear about his grandmother or just his family.

“Quite memorized, I also know some residents who live in this suburb, because on average they come to buy bread and cakes to my shop," clearly Rafka was still walking with Clara's slow steps.

”Paa Kak Rafka knows Kak Teshar's family?" clara asked him a question that had plagued his mind for years.

“What do you mean Teshar Indira?" rafka asked a little surprised.

"Yes" Clara replied.

"You know him too? Ahh, yes. Who does not know the big name of the son of Mr. Bisma Indira," said Rafka began to walk faster and open the glass door resto, let Clara enter first.

Clara stopped her steps with her head lowered, many thoughts started to cross her mind. It seems that by knowing Rafka, it can be a way so that he can get to know or know who the real Teshar Indira is, the mysterious man who after thinking about it every day and long enough the man was already like a strange criminal. Clara concluded herself that she could have been a victim of the man's kidnapping even though she was still treated well all this time.

”Why stop?" tanya Rafka stopped at the middle of the door.

Clara looked on. From just walking while daydreaming, until he was not aware that at this time he stopped in the middle of the road. Without answering, Clara simply smiled faintly and continued her steps.

Rafka was very excited when following Clara's steps in choosing a place. The girl again showed a foreign impression when she saw the atmosphere of resto— included in the ranks of popular places in the city.

“Sit there, huh?" tawar Clara turned her head and looked up at Rafka who had a high posture.

Clara moved faster as she passed the row of table chairs and chose to take a seat at the table closest to the small fish pond garden in the corner - still inside the resto area. Rafka smiled, looking at the bright face as she looked at the small fish swimming in it.

“Where is your house?" rafka asked her intention to get to know the girl further.

Clara looked at me while thinking. He himself forgot to remember the house he used to live in, before being taken by Teshar.

Rafka waits for Clara's answer as she waves her hand towards the resto waiter. Clara exhaled, confused as to how to ask for help to get the man to her house. However, his fear of Teshar's attitude if caught undoes his intention to run again.

“What do you want to eat?" tanya Rafka gave me a menu book. Clara accepted the book with an awkward feeling.

It's been a long time since I've eaten at a restaurant like this. He forgot the last time he ate a pizza or sandwich made by his grandmother.

”Do you know, emm ... about the family of Roy Louise and Kelly?" clara asked with a serious face.

Rafka looked at Clara with a shocked expression. It even looks like the man put down the phone he was holding unconsciously. Clara stared at the confusion of Rafka's suddenly changed attitude.

“Kak Rafka, can you tell me where I can meet them?" clara asked him again to wake up Rafka's daydream.

The man exhaled while turning his gaze in the other direction with a riled face. I really think that family is scary to him. While rubbing his face with both palms, Rafka tried to organize his thoughts to answer.

”Why are you talking about that family? Do you know them?" rafka asked to investigate the intention of the girl in front of him.

Clara felt confused herself in answering. He felt foreign when he would say that the two names he mentioned were his own parents. He did not know the stranger, nor did he know his own family well. He hesitates to reveal it. Clara kept remembering Teshar's remark that being outside was very dangerous.

“Why are you asking the Louise family, Clara? You know that family?" asking Rafka back is like asking a question.

Clara shook her head somehow because of what, it seemed like what she felt during her childhood used to be very disturbing to her mind. He had never met Louise's family before. The chance to meet that day leads him to the figure of Teshar who instead takes him away suddenly before his hopes can be realized.

”Why are you even here?" reprimanding a man from behind, Clara and Rafka spontaneously turned their heads together toward the source of the sound. “You said you were going to the Library?”

As Clara stood up from her chair, Teshar was already standing firmly looking at her with a stern look. It's always been that way for years when the mood wasn't in good shape.

Rafka also reflexes to stand. He did not expect a Teshar that he could only see on television as well as through the mass media was now standing right opposite him.

“Kak Teshar, I'm ... want to eat," said Clara nervously.

Teshar has not moved from his place.

Rafka looked at him with a confused look in attitude. Especially when he saw the man take over Clara's fingers and pull the girl away from there. Rafka could only clench his fingers without being able to do anything about it. In his heart he was curious about the girl named Clara, why he could know the figure of a man who was famous for being cold and haughty like Teshar.