The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Meaning of Love for You

The sound of the car horn behind him several times sounded. Some immediately overtake Teshar vehicles because they can not wait.

Half stuttered, the man immediately ran his car through the intersection when the green light was on. He did not expect it just because he thought about the girl, himself to be dazed all day.

"No, no, I can't be like this, maybe this is my chance to be free from guilt to father and mother. I'm gonna let Jeff just kill Clara. I can't do the same thing to protect her anymore. It might be his fate like this" muttered Teshar deciding to look at the gap.

Bibs. The sound of incoming messages makes Teshar momentarily glance towards the pop up that appears on the screen of his phone.

"Four ten tomorrow night. If you're late, don't ask me where she is" the message read.

Teshar was suddenly in a dilemma, and then he drove the vehicle to his house. He's not going to the office all day, he's going to find a new strategy against Jeff. Following Jeff's will is tantamount to fighting his parents openly.

He should not be rash, at least rather than committing suicide and acting silly, is it not better to sacrifice the girl it—if honestly in his heart he does not agree with his logic.

Dusk began to creep, dim the sunlight that burns human patience when it is just under its sting, the scroll prepares to move toward the cold that began to feel when the night enveloped. Teshar, the man is now in his study, looking at the rows of shelves and cabinets filled with thousands of books lined up neatly there, untouched and deserted with no inhabitants left, that's Clara.

He rubbed rough while sitting on the bench he used to read, he said, turning towards the empty bench that Clara used to sit on to study while giving her a burst of silly and innocent questions that sometimes made her have to endure outbursts of laughter. Her memory of Clara when she was fifteen is now back.

"What is love, Brother Teshar?" ask Clara at the time.

Teshar who was only twenty-eight years old at that time just looked at it without responding, for him love is very complicated and he himself is lazy to interpret or just describe what love is like. He is busy, making both parents proud of the achievements that he has always been able to inculcate so far, for him love is not important.

"I'll read the meaning of love, huh?" bargain Clara then while turning her body facing toward the bench owned by Teshar.

Teshar exhaled before finally deciding to turn his head again, trying to give the girl who began to grow up and had made a concussion waiter when getting her period for the first time, even though she was actually quite lazy.

"Random fast, I don't like weightless reading" he replied with a sour face.

Clara smiled brightly and cleared her throat for a moment before starting to read the meaning of love from the book she was reading with an excited face. Looking at the glittering glare of his eyes, Teshar shook his head, feeling that the girl had gone too far.

"Sir Teshar listen carefully, huh?" he said again made Teshar's feet jerk on the floor because he felt impatient. Of course Clara would only smile knots, sometimes laughing giggling as the stiff and cold man snapped a warning to her. The girl really tried hard and patiently faced the ever-changing mood. Although in the end the girl will turn sad and cry alone in her room—when the man leaves from there.

"According to the book I read, source*wikipedia, love is an emotion of strong affection and personal attraction. Love can also be interpreted as a feeling in a person due to its forming factors. In the context of the philosophy of love is a good trait that inherits all the goodness, the feelings of compassion and compassion." Clara read out in a fiery voice, her eyes glistening with pleasure.

"If for Brother Teshar, what is love?" clara asked still trying to figure out her opinion, making the man gulp stiffly. Teshar chose to remain silent and did not respond to the question because to him it was a shame.

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"Love?" teshar said unconsciously, those words just slid from his lips. The shadow of the past was then lost with a sigh accompanied by a feeling of fatigue on his body that began to wander.

He immediately straightened his body from his seat, slowly left his desk to Clara's table while putting his fingers there. Slowly stroking the surface with a sigh of feeling that he could hardly understand.

"Ck! Why am I so weak, "he lamented. "I'll pick you up my way, bad boy. Please, be patient." Teshar sniffed in the heart.

Teshar immediately walked to the room where Clara spent her days inside her house, press the small button next to the large closet with various thick books lined up neatly inside. The cupboard moved slowly, shifting to the side until it revealed a hidden room.

Again, Teshar exhaled, this time there was a feeling that sipped his heart as he stared at the room was still in disarray. The man who was still dressed in a crumpled-looking office shirt immediately walked in and picked up some of Clara's belongings that were scattering on the floor, he grabs one by one and returns them to Clara's dresser.

"You still keep it?" said slowly.

Teshar clutched a box of candy that he gave to Clara when she was ten, two days after she locked her in this room to keep quiet no longer crying.

"I'll make amends for you, Cla," he said softly.

Teshar tightly grasped a box of candy that only seemed to eat Clara as much as two pieces and kept the rest for many years, Teshar smiled as he shook his head slowly in disbelief that Clara could have such a complicated nature.

Teshar immediately cleaned up Clara's room, not wanting any traces of chaos that he created so as to damage the memories left of the woman's figure from inside his reading room.

Without waiting for a long time he immediately moved quickly to separate the broken goods and then put them in the trash can. He also tidied the items that were still intact back to the table.

During the work he never did, his feelings deepened. Full of memories of being with the girl for twelve years.

“Yes God, Teshar. Why is it this heavy?” he grumbled to himself.