The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
He's my Angel

Kenan's question silenced Clara's mouth. Answer what? The girl was confused. What kind of feeling he gave Teshar had to ask for a change in taste.

All this time he just lived without taste, throwing away all dreams, drowning out desires. When no one knows that around— or even around— there is still someone alive but not visible, that is who he is.

Clara tepekur, her tongue is muffled.

“If you yourself feel confused, why find out?” ask Kenan again to be sure.

“Didn't that answer have any effect on you at all?” sahut Clara got Kenan stuck.

Again the man was made aware of something classic. Why would he use feelings for a woman? The man turned his face to cover the nervousness that was implied. He will only play around, at least that's what he used to do to all his female friends.

“I just want to know, that's it,” Clara said later while looking down, her face turning grim.

Kenan understands, although he may not understand enough about what has happened. How this girl tried to live by her brother's side in secret, what made Teshar do that.

“Alright, I'll do it for you.”

“Really?” Clara smiled.

“But there are conditions. Are you up to it?” as Kenan approached, his outstretched hand touched the 163-centimeter-tall girl's shoulder with both fingers.

Clara stared alternately at the touch of that shoulder with a stiffened body. His gulp implied nervousness as well as a deep fear of that touch. Impulsively he brushed the hand away with an anxious retreat.

Kenan immediately smelled a smile full of aggravation getting the rejection.

“Kak Teshar will harm everyone who touches me, lest he do so to you too,” Clara firmly stared at Kenan with a real sound vibration.

To be honest Kenan was so surprised by the Teshar's rules against the woman. Is he a puppet? Teshar's toy must meet all the man's words? Kenan felt Clara was very weak.

“Are you stupid? Why don't you rebel when that guy acts like a power-mad over your life?” Kenan turned his face away in annoyance.

The word 'shouldn't touch' was very annoying to him. Did Teshar marry this girl until a statement of ownership linked to her? Kenan jerks his legs in holding back defeat.

“Stupid! I never fought women. Who is Clara, until I have to act this crazy?” Kenan was deeply upset by the reaction of his heart with regards to the innocent girl before him.

Clara was speechless looking, there was absolutely no interest in retaliating against the scorn the man did not know anything about it. For Clara, he had used all means to rebel, alone without support. Using all the experience in dealing with cold, ketus it when they are together.

Only by trying to ignore the pain, loneliness, pretending to laugh and swallowing the sadness alone, could he endure all this time. He felt used to it, making peace with all the circumstances without any more complaining to make it easier for him to survive, even managed to escape that night. Clara smiled wryly as she thought of everything, apparently she was quite cool while doing it.

“Alright, I will not touch without your permission again,” Kenan said later after the man's face began to soften.

Clara thinned her lips, nodding slowly.

“I'll find out why Teshar took you, but I also want you to do something for me,” Kenan said as he sighed. Trying to swallow while expressing what was in his mind.

His feeling was pounding hard as he said that word. A thing he did not understand, why suddenly it felt difficult to control. Staring at the girl is seen waiting for the continuation of his words can ruffle his mind to ask for more things.

“I want you to enjoy life while staying here. Come wherever I take you. At least when you will live again with my brother, you have memories of your own good times, how? What reason do I make sense?” Kenan tried to negotiate with his fist.

I don't know, this is the first time he's persuaded a woman in such an old-fashioned way. Maybe even a child will laugh at his way too strange.

Reading Clara's mind was hard for Kenan. The girl is very other, there is innocence, maturity, childish, spoiled, indifferent, gluttonous, knows nothing, all mixed into one. A thing he never got from all the women he met.

“Twelve years cooped up?” inward Kenan understood why this girl's attitude was so antique to him.

“Alright, I agree.” Clara. 

Kenan published a bright smile involuntarily. Suddenly there is warmth that flows in the heart, although it may not end beautifully as in his date as a jerk nan play boy, but at least he had a chance to continue interacting with her.

“I have to what?” clara asked successfully to make Kenan smile.

Looks clumsy. Holy hooch! Kenan again took a breath in order to get rid of the nervousness created. Didn't he date a lot of women? Not even counted how many. He forget.

However, when with women who did not display interest in him at all, Kenan actually felt challenged. This 'not to be touched' girl made her life seem reborn, had a purpose.

“Ok, as the first lesson .. You I took to-”

“How about going to the family library that is here? The waiter told me that there was a large collection of good books there,” invited Clara to publish a charming smile, Kenan was stunned for a moment until then the man nodded and walked first, without thinking much. 

"I just need to be alone with him, it doesn't matter where he is,” Kenan said in his heart.

Kenan will take the opportunity to draw the woman into his game, but it's possible that he will follow the girl's wishes first.

“Sounds like you don't like? Your face looks forced,” comments Clara running small follow Kenan steps.

“What is important?” the man asked happily as the girl watched him.

The first time there was someone who did that, other than the housekeeper of course.

“Important, wouldn't it be if friends were fun to each other? Keeping each other and of course entertaining each other?” clara asked at length with light steps, running small chasing Kenan who deliberately accelerated his pace.

“So?” Kenan turned towards Clara, looking at the look of innocence with a lip carving full of sincere smiles.

“Shit! Why this girl knows Teshar first,” umpatnya in heart.

“Yes, last night you invited me to make friends, right,” said Clara immediately given a nod to Kenan.

“So from today we help each other, how?” tawar Clara slowed her steps as Kenan stopped her steps, flipping over to be able to look into those beautiful eyes more deeply.

“Alright, we help each other. Love each other, I take care of you and you also have to take care of me, agree?” asked Kenan given Clara's gaze with a frown, he did not understand why it should be like that.

“Terriment friends like that?” Clara asked for a more reasonable explanation.

“Hem, a friend is like that,” replied Kenan to his lips, realizing there was some kind of cuteness that the girl naturally showed.

Kenan did not expect his brother to have a girl like this. Did they even do the things that men and women do? Wasn't twelve years not a short time? Adult male teshar, ah .. it seems that Kenan has come too far to conclude.

“What do you usually do with Teshar? Let's do it too,” invite him with a voice holding back envy.

Clara whose face was bright now began to dim. Remembering the Teshar brings an extraordinary dilemma that hits the birth and inner.

One side he hates him, misses him, and now makes him worry. A gaping feeling that escapes to be understood. What's wrong with her? Should I just hate it? Angry, disappointed or just worried without longing, right?

Clara's hands clenched tightly, her steps had already stopped, doing the same thing as Kenan. 

“Doing the same thing I did with brother Teshar?” clara replied then pursed her lips tightly, eyes of sadness clearly radiated.

“What is your relationship with my sister? Is there a gap for me to enter?” lontar Kenan unconsciously.

“She's my angel,” replied Clara ambiguously. Either as a guardian angel, a dark angel, or an angel of death.

“As what angel?”

“I have to meet him to make sure Teshar brother what angel to me,” replied the girl successfully made Kenan stunned, his heart aches.