The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
The Late Repentance

Clara's head felt dizzy, her vision blurred, even her body was unable to move at all. Several times the girl tried to move her hands, wanting to wipe her head or dangling hair covering her face. But nihil, he could not because his hands were firmly tied outstretched to the back of his body that sat on the chair.

"Ah, pain," she grimaced, feeling the heat on the skin of her wrist that was tangled in a strap.

His gaze now twisted, scanning every inch that was around him. The girl felt confused, she tried to recall the incident that took place before waking up and found herself now sitting tied up in the foreign room alone.

He took a deep breath, controlled anxiety and dizzy with a slight movement of his neck muscles, shook his head a little while trying to think.

"They must have kidnapped me. Right, they took me from the front of the apartment," when Clara felt weak.

The girl felt remorse for not following Teshar's orders, but instead slipped quietly without the man's knowledge. With a deep sense of regret he jerks his feet with his own behavior.

His eyes immediately looked cautiously at the door, the only way if he wanted to get out of the room was a room with two long sofa chairs with one table in the middle, also a medium-sized bed was inside there. Hendel the door that was turned from the outside immediately made Clara's feelings turn into more anxious, her feelings suddenly unpleasant. His instincts as a woman are immediately active, he is frightened because he feels there will be people who intend evil against him.

"Do I have to pretend to faint again?" his mind feels scared.

Unlike when with Teshar, although it obviously lasted for many years, the girl never felt threatened at all. The man never touched her or physically hurt her, but rather to a stingy and cold attitude and often ignored her talk. But this is another, in this room he doesn't know who's been sealing and putting a strap on him also makes him faint. In her heart she prayed to be saved.

Checklots. The sound of the key along with the hendel that turns open the door makes Clara's view more focused. He looked at the two men who were now entering his room. The smell of alcohol was also a cigarette that stung increasingly made Clara feel trembling. He concluded in his mind that the foreign man was about to have evil intentions towards him.

"You're all human?" ask while walking closer.

Clara glued her legs and the two fingers clenched each other trying to be alert and signal self-defense, her eyes were both looking at the two men who came to her.

"Who are y'all? Why bring and tie me here?!" clara shouted with a face showing an angry and rebellious attitude.

"Why don't you be gentle like your face and skin?" teased one of the men while looking at Clara who immediately showed a fretful face in deciphering the man's words, like he was throwing a veiled order.

"Take me off, or you'll face Teshar Indira!" lontar Clara tried to scare her with her lips trembling slightly in fear.

The two men laughed at the same time. Their eyes narrowed with wide lips in expressing an amused laugh towards Clara. The girl immediately turned her face the other way.

"That guy will never know where you are, so forget about it, huh?" his taunts make Clara realize her mistake.

The girl lowered her head, she did not have the courage to look at the two men who had indeed come to drop her mentality. He did not understand why he constantly had to face this terrible thing again— dijapan without knowing the reason.

"Eat first, then Mr. Jeff will meet you soon," said one of the tall, thin-faced men while thrusting a plate of rice and side dishes onto the table next to Clara.

The girl turned her head towards the food that was there, her gaze then turned to herself, her hands bound, her body firmly attached to the chair, her eyes fixed on her, his legs are equally as adorable tied to blue bruises because the ties are too tight. Different, very different from what he felt during his time at the Teshar house, he got good service.

The man looked at each other, asking each other for an opinion on whether to untie the young girl who was in front of him. Clara was still waiting, she hoped that what was on her mind could come true. At least when his hands and feet are no longer tied, he can freely move and escape from the place whenever possible.

"Open the bond, how can he eat if his hands are tied" he ordered his shorter, fatter companion.

The colleague immediately nodded and began to walk closer to Clara, covering the back of the girl's body and starting to untie the rope that was on Clara's wrist.

The beautiful-faced, wavy brunette girl was a little relieved, the pain and aches that afflicted her could be slightly lessened. After the hand bond was released, he immediately shook slowly to flex his stiff muscles.

"Thank you" Clara immediately spread out her arms and tried to link all her fingers together to cause a series of soothing sounds.

Actually Clara just pretended to be relaxed when in her heart, she felt an overwhelming fear. He doesn't know who Mr. Jeff is the two men I mean. As much as possible he will act more carefully.

"Quick, finish your food," one of the men ordered in a softened voice.

Clara did not want to miss the opportunity to fill her stomach, she had to have extra energy if she wanted to fight or if she could sneak from this building. The girl glanced for a moment before finally her hand grabbed the plate and placed it on the lap. Regardless of the contents, the girl began to pick up the spoon and began to eat the dishes.

The hunger that was afflicted by her stomach was not filled from the morning forced her to accept the food. Regrets that always come too late. If only this morning he had breakfast at home in accordance with what Teshar said, also never went out of his unit and locked the door and window, too, it will definitely not end in a captive tragedy like this. Both of his eyes now felt hot to resist the crying.

"Sir Teshar, I'm sorry. Find me as soon as possible, I'm afraid," Clara's inner moans sadly.

The girl stared at the two men still standing in the room to watch her, with Clara slowly starting to eat her food. The girl did not care if it turned out that the food was poisoned, after all the same fate was never good.

The sound of the roar of the car stopped, the clear sound of the room occupied by Clara made him sure that he was on the ground floor.

"The boss is coming, we are out for a while to welcome," the tall, thin man asked his colleague.

"Sip, let this girl eat first" he said as he walked in the footsteps of his colleague leaving the room.

Clara glanced at their departure in between meals. The term 'big boss' is a little intimidating. His feelings were suddenly uncomfortable, to be honest he was very afraid if they hurt him. The girl clenched her fingers to hold back the trembling.

After the door was closed, the girl quickly put the plate back on the table, bent her body in order to untie the ankle and moved quickly to throw the rope to the side. His eyes looked at all sides of the room, hoping for a gap so he could get out of the room.

His gaze was fixed towards the door, he immediately walked slowly towards there while attaching his earlobe to the surface of the door leaf.

Silence, there was no sound at all from the outside.

"I need to get out of here immediately."