The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Perplexed with Rust

Teshar sharpened his mind. His feelings were suddenly unpleasant, he felt that what the man was talking about must be about his little girl. Turning his body back towards the workbench, he began to glance towards the clockwork circular on his wrist. Now his mind is centered on Clara.

“What do you mean talk like that?" tanya Teshar is still trying to be as calm as possible. He asked as he walked towards his seat again.

”You don't understand, or pretend to be stupid, Young Man?" the sixties-old man sneered while laughing.

Teshar immediately rushed to pull his suit draped on the back of the work chair and walked out of his room with wide strides.

“Don't bother me or you'll never be able to celebrate your birthday again next month, Mr. Jeff!" firm Teshar with hardened jaw.

”You're overreacting, Mr. Teshar," the man continued.

Hearing the man who was calling her laughing out loud on the other end of the phone, Teshar grew even more upset to hear her. She was so worried about Clara's safety, her guess must be true, the girl disobeyed her orders to stay inside the apartment. The girl defied his word.

Teshar hurriedly continued running towards the elevator. He also ignored the gazes of all the staff and employees he was going through, the man now left his office.

”Then ... see you, Mr. Teshar," said the man after learning that Teshar had understood his threat.

“Say what you want!" decak Teshar was furious. Sounds like the connection was closed unilaterally by Jeff.

The man clasped his phone tightly with a sharp eye toward the elevator door that had not yet opened. He never expected that the middle-aged man knew what was his secret all along and used this moment to intimidate, even though the tragedy had already passed for so long.

”Basic stupid girl," his hiss was upset after realizing the girl must have been in the hands of Jeff and his bodyguard.

Disappointed began to whack, Teshar recalled what his grandfather offered. He immediately contacted his grandfather as he got into the elevator after the door opened.

“Grandfather, I need help," he said in a stammered voice.

”What help, My granddaughter?" bima asked in a very calm voice.

Teshar swallowed his saliva for a second before being able to explain his request. He has not checked what has happened to Clara, so an offer from his grandfather that is actually quite disturbing should he be able to hold first.

“I'll see Grandpa in an hour" he replied, clenching his fingers.

The man felt like he was alone in going through this matter. Not many know about the whereabouts of the girl he is hiding, so it is quite difficult for him to share info about his little girl— to anyone as well for now.

Teshar thought hard along his way to the apartment. He felt quite a failure because he had not thought of any plan for the safety of the girl, all this he had not expected at all, considering that the girl's escape from her home is unexpected after twelve years. The handsome and cold-faced man looked furious.

After traveling for approximately forty-seven minutes from his office to the apartment, he finally arrived there. Deliberately just parked his car on the sidewalk and ran towards the security post, finally he decided to look at Clara's activities a few hours ago through CCTV footage rather than break into her unit on the 49th floor.

”Where can I access CCTV footage?" teshar asked a security guard on duty.

The security immediately rose from his leisurely seat at the post located at the entrance of the apartment and immediately faced towards the Teshar. The man in the white uniform who then recognized who Teshar was and immediately lowered his head saluted. Teshar replied with a nod of his head as he felt hasty with the narrow time he had.

“Can I access the CCTV footage that is in this apartment? Just the one recording in the corridor of my unit and the front area alone," Teshar said as he stared at the security with a serious face.

”Please, sir," the officer replied as he walked over and invited Teshar to follow him.

Teshar looked around before entering a room that was the main security center of the apartment. Inside there are several people who are in charge of watching CCTV screens while chatting with colleagues.

“Please, sorry I stay," she told Teshar.

Teshar gave a smile and turned to look at the officer who was now looking at him with a wondering face, for what purpose he was there considering this was a forbidden area for the public.

“Give me the surveillance camera footage that was in the corridor of my unit on the 49th floor and that was in front of this apartment this morning" Teshar asked in an impatient voice.

He thought that instead of going up to the forty-ninth floor, he would save his energy and time by looking at the footage.

Deftly the man typed on the keyboard board and began searching the list of surveillance cameras that were on the forty-ninth floor.

“My wife suddenly could not be reached," Teshar replied making the two people who were in the room surprised while widening their eyes to look at Teshar who was still standing quietly. "I'm afraid something's happened to her."

"B-well, sir."

”My time is not much, please hurry," Teshar said immediately given the officer's nod.

“Should we report this case to the authorities?" they started to take it seriously.

”I will confirm this problem first, then I will report. Because he was angry or kidnapped, I'm not sure yet" Teshar said, not until the police sniffed out the problem.

“Good, cooperate with us. We'll help as much as we can," they bargained as they aimed the screen at Teshar and began replaying the footage. A series of accelerated scenes began to show her entering bringing Clara into the apartment until the figure of a man she knew was also caught on camera.

”Kenan? That night he was in this apartment too?" teshar muttered in surprise.

He hopes that night his sister doesn't see his whereabouts, or indeed the current Kenan who has kidnapped and handed Clara over to Jeff, but for what?

“It is impossible for Kenan to be dirty like that," he concluded.

”The van that brought your wife, Sir," the officer reported, looking at Teshar with a panicked and serious face.

Teshar immediately turned his face away from his phone towards the officer and moved in focus looking at the footage of the scene showing Clara's rapid movements carried by several men in Van's car. Teshar clenched his fingers and regulated his breathing which began to sting due to the mounting anger.

“That girl, completely broke my orders," he growled inwardly.

The man immediately set the strategy, the girl really is now in the hands of a Jeff. His gaze was distracted when he heard the notification sound from his phone. Waving his fingers so that the officer immediately closed the monitor screen Teshar stepped out of the room to receive the important call to be more free to speak.

”Teshar, the girl disappeared?" smash Bima with a voice like confirming when the phone call was he picked up.

“Betul, Cake. Grandpa already knows?" her reply was still trying to act calmer, even though she was actually surprised by her grandfather's question.

”I told you, leave him to me!“ decak Bima with an annoyed voice.

"But, Cake," interrupted Teshar.

Teshar can only bow his head, trying to think of all the possibilities for a confrontation against Jeff.

“I was heading for Grandpa's residence," Teshar broke up with his grandfather.

”Alright, I wait," said Bima then disconnect.

Teshar stepped wide towards his car, looking for a moment at the security who ran in waves approaching him. The white, sharp-nosed man frowned and decided to wait for an officer who told him to wait beside his car.

“Master, sorry ..." said the man while breathing in.

”What's up?"

“This is a photo of a man who has been bothering your wife for a few days" the man said, handing over a piece of printed paper from a surveillance camera. ”Your wife asked me to confront the man while trying to harass and follow your wife" he added.

Teshar observes the details of the image the man handed to him. The figure of the man he knew very well.

”Kenan?" teshar muttered in disbelief. His hands clenched tightly.