The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Teshar's Furies

Teshar came out of the bathroom with half wet hair. Still using the bathrobe, he headed towards the bed while reaching for his phone lying on it. He checked several incoming messages and immediately replied to the sender who he thought was important. Ignoring the TV remote control lying on the floor.

After finishing with his phone, Teshar immediately got up from the bed, walking towards the window while wiping his still wet hair with a towel. He watched the party from the room. Soon he will also come there after he finishes preparing.

Undoubtedly, in running a business Teshar very professional. The man did everything well and satisfactorily. The busy taking care of the company almost takes all the time it has. His parents understood why he was late for the reception. Tonight it is his Kenan—adik, who is in charge of replacing his position to give a welcome to the guests.

“Basic sister sucks!" decaknya when he heard Kenan say greetings with indiscriminate language on the welcoming podium. The voice of the brother was clearly heard from inside his room.

Kenan is Teshar's brother who is seven years younger. A man who spends most of his time just playing around and wasting money. Stupid behavior that makes Kenan not trusted parents to lead a single company. The mischief that made Teshar quite difficult to bring his sister into a competent businessman, so that he could help her take care of the family company. Teshar is the only pedestal of his parents for now.

Teshar chuckled softly when he heard the young man's typical casual style of speech that sounded from the room, while smiling at himself the athletic man headed towards the closet to look for clothes that were suitable for him. Take one from there and immediately apply it to his body that smells of soap.

Teshar was surprised, he reflexively tiptoed to avoid something. Feeling shocked because the soles of his feet hit a pointed object when he was about to step. He immediately grabbed the switch that was on the wall next to him. After the lights lit up brightly, he made sure of the thing he accidentally stepped on while bowing his head.

”What is this thing?" While crouching he picked it up from the floor.

Teshar observes in detail the high heels of the woman now in his hands. He felt he had seen the shoes, but forgot where he was. There were many women he had already met, but of course he would soon forget that face. He never remembered them all, let alone the shape of his shoes. For Teshar, it's not something that matters.

“I often forget the face of the woman I've met, but these shoes are so familiar."

Teshar snorted, staring at the shoes that were now in his hands with a guessing mind. After realizing something, he squeezed the shoe with a stiffened face and rushed out of the room.

”I'm sure these shoes must belong to Clara, but why are they in my room?" he muttered still down the corridor that was still one floor with his room while running small.

There is a feeling between anger and anxiety. He did not expect Clara to dare sneak into his room. He recalls hearing the sound of falling objects while in the bathroom. There was someone who entered his room, but there was no telling at all as he called. He felt sure, that person must be Clara.

Teshar stopped his steps when he reached his private room. He immediately grabbed the doorknob that turned out to be locked. He was still trying to turn the knob roughly which in fact could not be opened at all. The man had to take a deep breath just to calm the emotions.

“Who locked this room?” it's in the heart.

He's worried that the door's locked after Clara gets out of there. That's a sign that no one realized Clara could sneak in from inside. “This shoe is obviously me who bought it for her,” her inner self feels confident.

“Supervisor!" Teshar's screams sounded roaring in the air.

“Search lock this room and open the door, fast!" his screams were still angry.

“Good, Mr.”

The bodyguard immediately grabbed the phone from his pocket and contacted the waiter who was specifically in charge of cleaning the room of the forbidden area while walking away.

Teshar was still standing in front of the door, his gaze now turned to look at the shoes next to Clara's who was now in his hands with a roaring heart.

”Servant on duty is coming soon, Sir,” report the bodyguard as he walks closer to Teshar.

Some of the other guards looked down overwhelmed with anxious feelings. Several rumors about the whereabouts of a woman in the room had once been raised, but no one dared to find out about the rumors. Even the news that the waiter who served in that part of the room got the highest salary in order to always shut up against the problem. The threat of death penalty for leaking the secret made all residents of the Teshar residence ignore the news and choose not to interfere in the affairs of the employer.

The two servants who were called ran away in a hurry while walking down the corridor with uneasy feelings. Just a moment ago they locked the door for security, but did not expect that what they did instead ignited the anger of a Teshar Indira. With a feeling of fear, they immediately walked more slowly after arriving in front of the reading room, where the young master was already waiting.

“Im sorry, Sir. We locked the door, just so that when the crowd came, no one entered the area,” one of the servants explained as he handed the key to Teshar with trembling hands.

”What's in there until you lock it out?” teshar asked while giving a cold grin to the two servants to make them bow in fear.

The few guards lined up there looked at each other. Teshar flicked his fingers at all who were there to leave the place. Without much questioning or voice as usual, they immediately disperse themselves to return to their respective positions. 

“Clara, if you dare to get out of this room and try to sneak. Look, what will you get if I manage to find you!” his hiss while inserting the key and turning it slowly until it feels like clicking the door is open.

Teshar opened the door and entered the room. His jaw hardened showing emotion. He walked stomping his feet towards the secret room located at the back of the large closet containing many neatly arranged books.

He immediately slammed the shoe into the bed when he discovered that the room was empty. Clara had actually dared to sneak in and leave her room.

”Stupid girl!” he shouted with roaring breath restraining emotions. His hands were tightly clenched.