The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Take Over Responsibility

Tomorrow is going so fast. Traces of dew on the dripping windows left blurry patches of some sides of the glass. Highlights of the sun can be seen peering due to blocked walls of several buildings whose height as if racing to reach the sky— can be on the left and right side of the apartment where Clara lived.

Teshar knocks slowly, trying to pull the knob on the door of the room where his little girl is. He shook his head when he realized that the door was not locked. The girl came back careless, not doing her orders. Opening slowly he looked into the room. Clara was still asleep with a slanted position hugging a pillow. That innocent face again made Teshar smile.

“I'll be back later tonight, don't be naughty and dare to get out of the house again." Teshar said slowly.

Teshar knew that the girl was still sleeping. It was impossible to hear his words either, but he did so anyway and immediately closed the door again. He wanted to get home and meet his family. The conversation with Grandpa Bima really bothered the mind. He wanted to go home and check everything.

The man who could always display the serenity face immediately drove his vehicle and left the apartment area. While staring at the tall building from the rearview mirror, his mind goes back to Clara and hopes the girl does not go against her orders by trying to sneak out of the apartment.

Teshar stared at the flashing phone screen attached to the dashboard. Trustees are seen now contacting him, Teshar immediately pulled over the car and raised the important call.

”What's up?" teshar asked a little impatiently.

“Master Bima visited and stayed at your parents' house last night," his bodyguard reported.

”I understand," replied Teshar a little agitatedly.

“Should I send men to take care of miss?" asking the trusted bodyguard made Teshar think for a moment. He was silent yet to decide.

”No need. I'm on my way home. Wait for my orders after I get home," Teshar explained as he hung up the phone.

He returned his vehicle with more speed, to get home soon. He did not expect the disturbance to Clara actually came from his own family. He hoped that his grandfather would not ruin what he had arranged and ruin everything.

“Sial!” teshar's angry.

When all this time his life was only for the family, now he again bothered also because of the family again. For a long time he got bored of himself and became fed up.

His car was immediately taken over by his bodyguards when it reached the courtyard of the house.

He immediately ran as small as he got down from the car and rushed towards his parents' residence. There is still one complex area, just different buildings, more like a pavilion. Teshar felt more anxious than usual.

“So, until when will you stop being a bad boy?" Grandpa Bima patted Kenan's shoulder in annoyance and gave a hard press. The twenty-seven-year-old man only chuckled.

Kenan did not criticize his grandfather's nagging about the free way of life he lived. He loves freedom, a quiet life with no ties to all women. Of course, being able to play and spend allotment of money from his parents every month is something that he must do. He was proud of such a life. All this time no one cared.

”Until my age like Grandpa and not strong enough to touch women anymore" he replied with a chuckle.

“Twistful!”

Bima immediately picked up the stick and swung quickly towards Kenan's calf. The man was humorous and immediately raised his feet up and put it on the chair so as not to be hit by the blunt object.

“Jeez, Cake. This violence is his name," he teased his grandfather. Bima snorted as she sat back down beside the young man who was now laughing cheerfully while lowering her legs back down.

Bima could only shake his head in annoyance at the behavior of his granddaughter who was not at all good at it.

Teshar is in front of the door. He felt his grandfather's love from the past until now still leaning towards Kenan. The love for him was only a few percent, not worth the amount of love that grandfather gave to his sister. He just stared at it with a feeling that was hard to explain.

”Teshar, come quickly! Why just stand there?" tegur Bima was so aware of the arrival of Teshar.

Teshar immediately walked over and took a seat opposite the two of them. What an honest sight is quite sickening. He felt he had to work hard to be able to establish his existence in this house.

All that he did was to get the recognition of his grandfather and parents, but what was presented in front of him made his chest tight. Kenan the bengal boy got love from grandfather, a character he idolized for his entire life even without doing anything.

Teshar features a calm side face and a thin smile. While taking the fork and knife he sighed and turned to look at his only sister.

”How about you? Don't you sleep every night like a wild child on the streets?" teshar's cynical reply made Kenan laugh.

Kenan immediately picked up the plate and began to enjoy breakfast. He was so impressed by the words of his brother, a man seven years older than him. A man who is able to live an orderly, determined, and dynamic life. Also of course get an overflow of affection from grandfather and both parents for always making the family proud. In his heart he became fed up when he saw it.

“You two are brothers, why are you giving each other hate speech?" tegur Bima mediates.

”Because he's acting so holy, Cake," Kenan sizzled while eating his breakfast menu.

“Then, you alone? Acting dirty, as if it were your pride!" reply Teshar was upset himself.

”Stop! This is the dining table, if you give off the scent of hostility here, grandfather will make this place a boxing arena!" bima firmly broke the two grandchildren.

He understood that the greatest error was that of his son Bisma and Muria. Both parents are from Teshar and Kenan. The busy work and demands given to his children turned out to damage the behavior and nature of his sons. Bima became upset herself.

The tension soon ended when Bisma and Muria were present at the dinner table. The arrival of the two of them had made Teshar and Kenan stop breakfast, but soon they continued after giving the morning greeting as usual.

“Dad, may you stay here for a few days," said Muria to mince words to her father-in-law.

Bima showed a wise smile. He never got close and knew his son-in-law well, but he felt his attitude was able to turn his son into a successful man in business. Too bad the value is bad in terms of nurturing and educating children.

”Today I'll be home. I will also take over the responsibility of Teshar and Kenan's upbringing" he said in a serious voice.

Everything on the dining table looked at Bima, but the man still calmed down and stared back at Bisma and Muria alternately.

“What do you mean by taking over parenting?" bisma asked not to understand. The man showed a voiceless laughter. "They're grown up, Dad. Don't joke."

Kenan and Teshar could only quietly listen, not interested in joining the conversation.

”I don't want my grandson broken under your care. The way you guys get success by dropping a competitor company is very dear Dad," said Bima put down her spoon and stared intently at her son.

The bisma also placed a napkin that he was supposed to use. This morning's conversation with his father was very disturbing. His appetite disappeared instantly.

“It has become commonplace in the business world, Dad. Moreover, we are not only doing business in the property world. When we also enter business in the dark world, of course the law of the jungle goes on. Who is strong will win and succeed is still very much happening in it," Bhishma reasoned.

Bima could only shake his own annoyance. Muria's family is very influential in the way her son does business. He did not want to until his two grandchildren did the same thing as his parents.

”As for you, I am too old to take care of such a thing," said Bima later. He chose to give up instead of arguing with his only child.

“Teshar, Kenan, from tomorrow stay with grandfather. Grandpa didn't know when my life was going on" he said, making Teshar look at him with a breath.

”Grandfather, don't talk like that!" teshar protest did not want his grandfather to talk about death. He was devastated to think that his idol man had left him.

“Will not everyone die? Not just the old, the young like Kenan could die young if not careful in acting," he said to his own grandson and son, Bhishma.

The two men, son and father just fell silent not to reply to Bima's throw. They immediately resumed the delayed breakfast.

Teshar became very confused. What his grandfather would do with all this. Clara, the little girl. Is it really safe to be with that eighty-year-old old man?

Teshar had a chance to see his father, the look of the eyes that Teshar caught as a disappointment and anger. Teshar was convinced that what grandfather was talking about his father was true.