The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
No Need to Fear Death

Clara closed her eyes, she felt unable to move her body. The trembling immediately weakens his brain to think or move from its place.

"Get out!" snapping the man made Clara even more curled up with both palms covering her ears, she felt very scared to face the man who showed a grim face while releasing the thunderous sound of a whip that hit the floor.

"Agot!" clara shouted still covering her ears with her palms.

"Here, stop messing with us, get out!" the man snapped again as his left hand pulled the clothes on Clara's shoulder to force the girl to stand from where she slumped.

"Amaz, forgive me," cried Clara, forced to stand up and dragged in her footsteps after the man who led her out of the narrow passageway between the wall and the sofa.

"You think you can get away with it?" his taunts immediately stopped his steps and immediately released his hand from Clara's shoulder while throwing the girl's body down on the floor.

"What's my fault?" clara asked as she looked up the tags, trying to question the reason why she should be in this place.

"Is your fault?" her question was back to play with Clara's heart.

The man chuckled as he walked away, he sat down casually on the chair while looking at Clara who was still sitting on the floor—not yet trying to get up. Clara could only glance towards the man with her hands tightly clenched.

"It's your fault, because you're still breathing, that's all" he added, standing back as some of his men were heard entering the central room.

"Just because I'm still breathing?" clara asked gawking in disbelief.

Her memory goes back to the words Teshar had thrown at her for twelve years, just because she was Amanda Clara, the man locked her up just because of that. A reason that made him harbored a mountainous curiosity. The girl looked down and laughed ironically knowing her fate was never good. He shed a tear that escaped without even sobbing, but an ironic laughter.

The man walked slowly closer to Clara again, giving the sound of a loud clattering of shoes intimidating the girl. The man lowered his body and grabbed the girl's chin, displaying a smirk smile that honestly made Clara look with saliva difficult to swallow.

"You won't like the reason, so you better save your curiosity, Beautiful," the man suggested slowly.

Clara still looked at the man with courage that was even present filled her feelings, at least she felt the words of this man gave her a conclusion that he was not an ordinary person. He is valuable because he has to work hard to find it, but the question why, still shackles him.

"I don't wonder if I was arrested for breathing. All right, I get what you mean," said Clara trying to get up.

The man was still crouching in front of Clara. His face looked up at Clara who had now retreated and walked away. Smiling, the man got back up and followed Clara, who stopped walking and turned around to look at her arrival.

"I didn't expect Teshar to take good care of you" she looked at Clara with a smile as she lowered her head. The man felt this girl was so charming. He was very confident that the plan this time will greatly affect the arrogant and haughty man named Teshar in making a decision.

"It's impossible, isn't it, Teshar gave him an education? No way, this girl should be stupid, isn't ... she's been locked up in that house since she was a child?" The man struggled with his inner self, he felt a little surprised that this girl looked so charismatic.

"Mr Jeff will be here soon, sir," his men reported stopping the man from continuing the conversation with Clara.

"Well, take this girl to her room again!" the man ordered while staring at his men.

"Well," replied his men as they approached Clara and blocked the girl's arm from following her back to the room.

Clara said without resisting, she followed the two men who led her away from the living room without taking her eyes off the man who seemed to be very respected in the house. Their sight was cut off when Clara was put into the room where she had been locked up.

"Looks, he's the guy I should approach if I want to get out of here, isn't his way of looking at me, like a guy who likes me?" clara thought to herself.

He smiled to himself, even until now he had never felt loved by a man. Reading many books, not forgetting the novels he also spent twelve years locked up. You can understand what love is, an adult male-female relationship, a friendship, betrayal, sad ending, happy ending, everything. He felt grateful that Teshar gave him access to see the outside world through a book.

"Don't try sneaking in again!” threaten the skinny man who opened the rope for her while releasing his clutches and leaving Clara in the room alone.

The girl was still standing staring at the door which was then tightly closed also heard being locked from the outside. With a heavy sigh Clara twisted her body, looking back at the room, saw the rope, the food she had never finished as well as a bottle of mineral water that lived half its contents. The sound of tired sigh escaped slipping from his lips, he felt already saturated with all the events that had befallen him.

"I want freedom very much, I dream of freedom very much, but it seems that my freedom will be present when this breath will indeed have to stop flowing through my body" he said, speaking to himself with a bad mind that torments him. He felt very sad because everything in his life had to be arranged by others, even now it became part of his life's worst experience.

"Alright, I just don't have to fear death, that's all," he concluded later.

His gaze now returned to the door when his hearing caught the sound of the lock of his room being opened from the outside, his heart feeling restless as well in the end with all his heart he felt he had to be strong, strong, especially when his vision caught the movement of the revolving door, someone from outside seemed to be about to enter his room, his instinct immediately gave a defensive signal and acted alertly on everything that would happen to him later.

Kriet's!

The door that opened made Clara take a step back, observing who was about to enter her room. His face revealed a surprised look as a man wearing a neat suit entered the room. There were about four of his bodyguards coming in following the old-faced man in his sixties. The black-haired man mixed white with a firm jawbone and grew sideburns on his chin to below his cheekbones, a fierce impression immediately plastered in front of him.

"Welcome back to your home, Clara Amanda Louise," the man said curling his lips, forming a smile.

"Uncle Nicholas Jeffrin," Clara retorted widening both of her eyeballs. The girl immediately retreated a few steps away, she swallowed her saliva which seemed to be drying up.