The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Harboring Feelings

Clara used an empty room. Actually, there are many rooms that can be used, given how big the house is. However, he just obeyed Bima's grandfather's order to use a room that was exactly as he had seen it, but where? Stepping inside, he observed in detail the room.

Suddenly his feelings returned uncomfortable. Her tears are shed. At once his feet rested under the big bed. Now he recalled that this room must be what Teshar used when he was in this house.

“Why didn't you come?” lirih Clara said in between sobs of annoyance.

He did not understand, when all this time the only man he knew was just the cruel man, but why would he leave him in this foreign place alone.

Actually Clara began to change the way she looked at Teshar. Trying to open the mind to no longer hate him, because it has been locked up all this time. However, when he started to do so, why didn't the man even show up.

“I will no longer wait for you, bad guy!” rutuk Clara wiped her tears with her snot. With feet jerking the girl stepped into the bathroom to wash her face.

He did not expect Kenan to go into a drunken madness. As far as he understood, Kenan's behavior no longer reflected the attitude of a good man, so he promised himself to take care of himself and attitude to the man's behavior to him. It won't be annoying at all.

“Friends? Huh! Why make friends with such a person? Not helping makes me dizzy,” complained Clara was upset too.

After laying down on the bed, closing her eyes, the girl fell asleep. A dream he never had. Being able to move freely, talking to others, also doing something that has never been done for twelve years.

Actually Clara wanted to show off all her activities to Teshar. In this house, he could do anything like a normal person would.

***

The night will change tomorrow. The dark day has now turned to light. Clara immediately realized a ray of sunlight had already burst into the room, finally taking a deep breath. Open one eye while waking up.

"My sleep was very good, he muttered half a squirm.

After stretching the muscles of the body for a while, the girl walked slowly leaving the big bed towards the door. After turning around the body observed the room with a sad heart, while reassuring themselves then the girl left the room.

“Kak Teshar, are your wounds so severe?” Clara muttered to herself while walking.

The girl went down the long corridor, heading towards the room. He wanted to make sure Kenan was okay, because last night the man was very chaotic and scary.

After adjusting her breath and courage, Clara opened the door slowly. Gawking into the dark room that gives off the unpleasant aroma of Alcohol emanating from Kenan's body.

Waving her fingers, Clara entered the room to open the curtains and the windows of her room were wide. The view of the garden along with the fresh air outside immediately penetrated into the room.

“Begini is better,” muttered Clara while turning to Kenan who was still sleeping on his stomach on the mattress. The girl could only exhale holding in annoyance.

“Only a fool who makes himself look chaotic,” comments Clara see how disheveled Kenan's appearance is usually always fashionable and handsome.

“Ish!” Clara clucked in her mouth and mind as she considered Kenan a handsome and fashionable man.

“Again, yesterday could have thrown that annoying word. I knew that Teshar had acted wickedly to me, but ... hearing that he was hurt for saving me, shouldn't I worry about him? Uh! Sucks.” Clara grumbled annoyed with Kenan's attitude as well as her own heart.

“Clara,” call Kenan in a raucous voice.

The girl tiptoed back impulsively as Kenan moved from her position. The man's body wriggled before finally looking up at the surroundings and sleeping on his back while twitching his head.

“You're up?” clara asked holding her breath, the smell of alcohol burst out as Kenan's face turned upward.

Clara immediately walked over, grabbed the blanket from beside Kenan and started folding into a neat rectangular cut shape then put it back into the closet.

Staring at the busyness of Clara, slowly the sun from the outside hit the face, leaving glare to inevitably Kenan rise from sleep and sit on the edge of a large mattress fit the two people.

“I've never been in love. I mustn't have such primitive thoughts.” Kenan sat still while staring at Clara's activities rearranging her room.

“I'm sorry,” said Kenan made the girl turn her head.

“Because of ruffling my room?” serobot Clara with a soft voice.

Kenan lowered his head, what a shitty morning. When looking at the girl always arises the intention to melt her feelings, not just her innate desire, but more than that. He wants to pledge to the world that the girl is so beautiful in the heart.

“Why were you fucked up last night? What did you eat and drink until you were so stoned?” asked the girl twisting her body looking at Kenan closely.

“No, I .. just drunk,” replied Kenan suddenly like a child who was being scolded by his mother.

“Are you relieved after drinking it? After drunk?” ask Clara as she approaches.

Kenan gulped while taking his eyes off Clara's frail-looking body wrapped in pale milk-white skin.

“Slight."

Kenan still kept his eyes off Clara. He did not want to lose control and tear the purity of his brother's beloved innocent girl.

“What is your problem missing if you do that?” asking the girl again made Kenan become dizzy.

As much as possible he refrained from being tempted and pounced on the girl not knowing anything about it, but it seemed like the uncomfortable signal he was giving off was not understood at all by the girl. Kenan's upset not a bitch.

“Take me, sometime if you drink it .. the smelly item .. if it turns out to eliminate the problem,” the door is plain, standing right in front of Kenan.

“Shit! Damnit!” hiss Kenan in heart.

Face, attitude, flexibility in acting and also innocence of thinking, the girl managed to break the heart of a Kenan— who never looked at women with heart. Quickly his outstretched hand touched Clara's wrist, pulling the girl a step closer to him.

“Why can you be at Teshar's house? Tell me what she's been doing all that time?” said Kenan giving a gentle look to Clara who stood staring in front of him.

“I ... don't know,” replied the girl while shaking her head.

“Do not know?” Kenan.

The man snorted while shaking his head in disbelief. He could not understand why his brother was doing such a crazy act. Hiding a girl as beautiful and gentle as Clara.

“Where is your home?” tanya Kenan grabbed all the fingers of the girl until their positions faced each other. Clara was still standing between Kenan's legs still sitting on the bed.

“I forgot, but can you take me there?” Clara looked at Kenan with sparkling eyes, as if her hope had come up along with the man's question to her.

“You want to go home? Looking for your home with me?” asked Kenan looking fixedly at the girl.

“Hem, if you are willing to help,” Clara said trying to let go of Kenan's clothesline, but it was difficult.

“If Teshar doesn't allow it, do you want to quietly slip away with me,” his insistence again makes Clara swallow.