The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
The Battle of Two Hearts

The dim lights did not also make the girl's eyes closed. The series of flash events after events that have just passed are still recorded clearly in memory. Everything that has been done in fact does not necessarily make life better.

Now that he again felt a pressure of doubt about the bright future, Clara was resigned. In this place he felt again confined with hundreds of bodyguards.

“Are you not asleep?” Kenan's voice broke the silence.

The man moved uneasily on the sofa by switching his back to sleep staring at the ceiling of the room. His legs extended long until passing through the side of the divider. His head turned slowly, glancing towards the girl who was now on the bed covered in thick cloth.

“Dangerous girl? I know you haven't slept.”

“New will be,” replied Clara briefly without interest.

“Should I increase the room temperature?” bargaining chattering.

“No need,” coir Clara without moving from her sleeping position.

Kenan immediately got up, releasing a not-so-thick blanket that was slung on his body onto the back of the sofa. The man walked towards the door carrying the sound of sandals that were teasing Clara's ears.

“I'm out for a minute. Later I return,” said Kenan when he realized now Clara toppled the body to see what she was doing.

Clara did not answer. He did not care much about the man, because for him he was just a stranger who was pretentious, or rather pretentious to care about his life. 

Clara again tilted to the left behind the door. Trying to close your eyes to fall asleep quickly. His body feels sore, pain mixed with uncomfortable pulses.

Really, the horror when his uncle whipped his body like it still felt real in the eye. Painful.

'You have to make Teshar pay dearly for his love!' His uncle's voice was clearly ringing in the brain.

The sound of the door reopened immediately disbanded Clara's efforts to guess the meaning of the mother's sister's speech.

“Hey, here! Look, what I brought!” kenan once he got to the room.

The man closed the door using his elbows and the back of his body. Stroll back to the sofa with a cup of medium-sized ice cream along with two sticks as spoons.

“Quick! I bet you've never enjoyed this meal, have you?” the bargain again made Clara lift her head, observing Kenan who was sitting on the sofa with her hands busy opening the rectangular box packaging on the table.

Clara immediately got up when she realized the man had brought her a box of ice cream. Memories of childhood are vividly reflected in the girl's mind. Ice cream is a favorite food that he has not enjoyed for a long time.

“If not quickly here, I will spend it myself,” threatened the man turned his head while smiling ignorantly towards Clara.

A threat that will definitely make Clara run away in a storm to stop Kenan. Clara did not need to be threatened anymore, because the girl was already sitting on the sofa opposite Kenan. His plain face as he looked at Kenan eating the ice cream voraciously immediately burst out the laughter of the twenty-seven-year-old man.

“Sitting next to me, here.we eat together,” he said immediately sat the position of the body facing sideways, his legs immediately in a cross-legged position. Kenan patted the surface of the still-empty sofa in front of him.

“Sit in front of me, here. We race to spend ice cream together,” he said excitedly.

Clara found what Kenan offered so appealing. After trying to dodge because the man looked delinquent and unfamiliar, now seeing how cheerful and gentle his attitude was, Clara began to feel at ease.

“This is a stick for you,” lontarannya while holding out a light brown wooden object to Clara.

“Thank you,” answered Clara still awkwardly.

“Sit down, don't slow down. Later if melted, the pleasure will be another,” urged Kenan to reach for Clara's arm to immediately sit on the same sofa with the position facing each other.

Clara follows Kenan's direction, embracing the game of a man who smiles brightly as he looks on. He also began scooping ice cream following the motion of Kenan who also did the same thing.

“Ehm, what do you think?” asked the man again scooping in large numbers. A cold, sweet and tender lumeran was immediately created inside his mouth.

“Enak, I like,” replied Clara, unable to hide the hue of longing for her childhood moments. A feeling that jerks the heart up to the dilemma of what is in front of the eyes, as if squeezing the brain to immediately straighten out what he should do.

“No. Teshar saved you, Clara. You should not hate it anymore just because this ice cream moment reminds you of the time that was taken forcibly that day,” said the woman in her heart.

Kenan who realized the girl in front of him was now daydreaming, staring blankly at the side of the man's body. He took the initiative to get the girl to refocus on him. With a quick movement he shook Clara's forehead with his index finger. 

Clara gasped in shock to find her head pushed back. While widening his eyes he looked at Kenan with a hue of annoyance and unease.

“What do you do?” The girl's forehead frowned.

Clara scratched her non-itchy neck, realizing what Kenan said was true. Without prolonging the problem, the girl finally chose to take one stick stuck in the ice cream container and immediately put the soft chunk into her mouth.

“Ehmm, yummy,” praise with a smile.

Kenan smiled wryly, how could the face and mood of the girl before him change so quickly.

“Where did Teshar find a girl this attractive?” his mind while scooping his ice cream, following the flexible motion of the beautiful girl before him.

Clara did not look at Kenan at all, she just continued to enjoy mouth after mouthful of her favorite food since childhood thankfully.

“We're friends, yes?” invite Kenan again, really charm innocence can tear the nature of the man's maleness. Getting the girl's sympathy became very disturbing to his mind.

“Why should I be friends? It is very dangerous if I choose the wrong friend,” replied Clara staring questioningly at the man until Kenan had to swallow quickly chunks of ice that had not completely melted in the mouth.

“Danger you say?” his protest. “Wah, am I handsome this is said to be a danger? Cih!”

Clara looked uncomfortably, realizing the man was offended by her remark.

“Keep, what are we friends for?” errat Clara fixed the question.

“Supaya ... we can help each other,” replied Kenan with a growling mind because instead confused answer what.

Not as usual. An

Kenan is confused looking for a reason to befriend a woman. Damnit damnit! Feeling strange with his own feelings, how could it possibly be as weak as that towards rejection.

“Your reason is good,” praise Clara full of sincerity.

Really, if it wasn't for Teshar, Kenan might have quickly pounced on this baby-minded girl before him. Eating ice cream with a face like a child without making it up. Plain questions full of sincerity without any intention to offend the speech intentionally, but because his opinion is so.

Who is this girl? Kenan breathed out full of turbulent curiosity. The beauty was so interested in Kenan to get to know him further. 

“Ehm .. can you know why you can meet Teshar?” asked Kenan to stop his activities. His eyes were straight at the girl.  

“He took me,” replied the girl with nothing to express, her mouth still full of ice cream without stopping the mouthful.

“From?”

“Home of my father and mother,” he replied without burden.

“You kidnapped Teshar!” kenan's jolt made Clara squeak as she looked at the man, her forehead wrinkled. Not thinking entirely in that direction.

“I don't know,” he said lethargic.

“Stupid! How could you not know? Teshar should be punished,” firmly Kenan put his ice cream stick while pushing the rectangular box towards Clara. The girl just looked at him with a confused look.

 “Why would you punish him?” tanyanya polo's.

“Clearly, he ... he took you to his house for what?” Kenan confuses himself to lure the girl into telling a story.

“I don't know,” replied Clara slowly and gloomily. “He took good care of me,” he added while imposing a smile arch.

“How long have you been there? Several times I went into his house, but I never saw you.”

Kenan started to move restlessly, turning his gaze facing towards the front. Now, he no longer positioned himself against Clara.

“Ehm, I forgot. For sure since I was ten years old,” I Clara suddenly made Kenan surprised.

“What! S-ten years? B-but why?” tanyanya looked at Clara with wide eyes.

Clara lowered her head, her hands weakly putting her ice cream container over the surface of the sofa. He looked at Kenan with teary eyes.

“Can you help find out that answer for me? Why am I at your sister's house?” Clara said the request with a face full of hope.

Kenan lowered his head with his hands clenched. The rest of the gulp of chocolate ice cream tasted bitter.