The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Put to sleep

The two maids who were treating Clara's back suddenly stopped moving. The girl looked back, and then the two servants returned to their duties.

“You called the name of Mr Teshar? You know him?” One of the servants asked in a cautious tone.

“Ehm, he's a fierce guy and ketus.”

Clara replied with a faint smile, it felt like she was anxious to squeeze the man. His heart turned unsettled when he realized that Teshar might be in danger right now. When you remember how all the gunshots led to the man while saving him from Jeff.

“Yes, Mr. Teshar is very quiet and handsome. But dear, never smile at all.”

Clara agreed. The man did not talk much, when anger was scary and of course never smiled. Clara admits, Teshar has a very sweet, charming smile and his laughter is very pleasant for a while. However, it will come back annoying with a sharp gaze, a bluster of lips, an indifferent attitude in no time.

Clara suddenly missed the change in face, from the ketus then softened, or vice versa.

“What Teshar often come here?” clara asked, getting comfortable talking.

“Rare, Miss. He's very busy. Only occasionally and always managed to make the young waitress who worked here fascinated,” said the waiter was immediately given a small laugh from Clara.

“Nona seems also interested in Teshar young tuna, huh?” guess one waiter made Clara suddenly quiet, her smile fading.

Clara recalls her uncle Jeff's words. He must destroy Teshar, the man must pay a heavy price for love and avenge the deaths of his parents.

Suddenly Clara's feelings became very uncomfortable. He was confused in digesting the speech. What does that warning mean.

“Have my parents died? Does this have anything to do with reason, why am I hidden in Teshar's sister's house?” Clara pondered with a turbulent mind full of question marks.

“Nona, the shirt is ready. Come, we will help change clothes,” said the waiter, managed to break the daydream Clara.

“No, this is enough. You guys just rest, it's late at night. I can change my own clothes,” Clara refused to look at one by one the waiter while smiling thinly. He wanted to make sure he was okay.

“But, Miss.”

“Thank you, I've gotten better thanks to the help of you two. Thank you for helping me and talking to me. Introduce my name Clara.” Clara stretched out her hand, wanting to shake the servant.

“I Mia,” answer one of those maids.

“I Ina,” replied the other waiter.

They shake hands. They were only two years older than Clara. With her hands clasped tightly together, Clara's heart suddenly had a glimmer of happiness.

Now, he already has two new friends, after all this time only have Teshar alone beside him. The two servants who took care of him while at the Teshar house were old and stingy talking. They treated Clara like a princess, spoke politely and as necessary. He hated remembering those memories.

“Yes already, see you tomorrow morning. I'll change clothes and sleep. I'm tired,” gently push Clara away.

“Alright, Miss. Good evening. If there's anything just call us by pressing the button on that table. We are servants who have been assigned by Mr. Bima to serve you,” explained Mia as she lowered her head.

“Alright, I understand. Go back to your respective places, Mia and Ina.” Clara flicked her fingers while smiling.

“See you tomorrow.” The two maids immediately left Clara in the bathroom.

There were also two women who had closed the door to Clara's room until now the girl was alone. Even so, he was quite relieved when he was now in a safe place. It is not at Jeff's house that turns out to be extorting Teshar with threats, or also at Teshar's house that holds a deep sense of trauma because life is hidden.

After he finished changing, he felt how tired he really was because he had to endure the pain and pretended to be fine. He also decided to take a break. Walk slowly towards a soft mattress to be enjoyed immediately to relax the body and mind.

“This is very comfortable,” whispered commenting on the softness of the mattress when its body landed perfectly on it.

He saw the ceiling of the room which was also decorated with golden orange chandeliers. He felt that the lamp made his eyes comfortable so that drowsiness suddenly began to come ambushing.

Clara slowly closed her eyes, preparing to welcome a beautiful dream she had not felt for a long time.

However, the silence did not last long. The sound of knocking on the door several times rang out loud, making the girl have to sigh in annoyance at being piqued. He was forced to pull back the dream that had just been about to say hello by opening his eyes.

Clara stepped in annoyance, walked up to the door and opened it only halfway.

The girl is currently very sleepy. Forget for a moment the worries that should be present at the arrival of a stranger. It was late at night like that and knocked on his room. Suddenly he forgot all his trauma.

"Who?" he asked in a semi-conscious state

“I can't sleep,” said the man, seen carrying a pillow. She had a faint smile when she looked at Clara.

“Date?” call Clara in a spontaneous voice. "What are the nights here for?"

Clara was stunned for a moment, putting on a confused and strange expression at the man who was now standing in front of her bedroom door. The man scratched his back hair, looking misbehaved.

"I can't sleep."

“Indeed if you can't sleep, keep having business with me?” clara replied turned into a sniffle.

“Ya no dong. We can both put each other to sleep,” replied Kenan who now thinned his lips. His head peeked into Clara's comfortable-looking room.

“What! Put each other to sleep? You know, that's the worst sentence I've ever heard, ” hiss Clara still maintains the width of the door that opens only half so Kenan can't get in.

“Come on, I'll sleep on the mattress, you can sleep on the sofa,” cajole, make Clara's eyes bully.

“Wah, annoying. I don't want to, go! I'm sleepy.” Clara pushed the door, intending to close it again. 

It was a pity that Kenan's strength which was even three times stronger than him easily managed to barge in and walk casually towards the sofa, patting its soft surface and immediately laying his body there. Clara could only look at him with a frown and a head bobble.

“Already, I slept on the couch it's okay. Hurry up you sleep on the bed before I change my mind and drag you to the sofa in my place.” Kenan gave a threatening tone while still hugging the pillow, sleeping on his side and closing his eyes.

Clara immediately closed the door, relented with the foreign man and immediately moved towards the bed. He pulled the blanket up to his neck and began to close his eyes.

“Clara, good night. I'm sure, surely Teshar will be fine" said Kenan slowly.

“Ehm,” the answer is slow.

Kenan comes to Clara's room only to make sure that the girl who managed to attract her attention is not afraid of being alone. For the first time he was in a room with a woman not to spoil, but to look after him. Kenan shook his head with his crazy behavior tonight.

“How about starting tonight we're friends?” take a glance at Clara.

The girl shook her head, for a long time she thought about the foreign man's words.

"I don't want to be friends with foreign and strange men,” replied Clara made Kenan's eyes successfully widened.

The word 'Any' that can make him quite surprised, as well as want to laugh.

“This is slang, my appearance is very liked by women. Just so you know,” reply could make Clara's lips sneer faintly. 

“Surely that woman is as strange as you,” lontar Clara again makes Kenan almost annoyed.

Nah! Kenan will not be caught. For him the girl who was sleeping on the bed did not know who she really was. How many women are waiting to date him. Hmh! Kenan is upset.

“So you want to be friends with me?” he said again, trying to subdue the innocent girl.

“No.” Clara answered briefly.

“Gosh! Wh why? Well ... I'm handsome, rich, kind and also .. I'm not dating anyone. Why refuse to be friends with me?” cut him while setting his lips. He could not accept that form of rejection.

There was no answer from Clara. Kenan was upset not playing because the little girl ignored him.

"God! Give a reasonable answer!"