The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
The True Poison

Kenan was still staring at the eyes of sadness that emanated from the girl before him. In the heart arises envy towards the life of the brother who can always get what he wants.

A great affection from the parents, from the grandfather who was willing to accommodate the girl for her and also from the sincerity of the girl herself who seemed very worried about her brother's situation.

“Shit! I can't possibly fall in love. Can't be like this. Kenan, you're just curious about Teshar's girl. Kenan does not use any feelings towards women, the inner” Kenan tries to master sanity.

Kenan slowly released Clara's hand, chose to stand up and immediately left Clara who stood sculpting. Staring at his disappearance, which has now disappeared behind a silver car that immediately darted away from the house.

“Sorry, I haven't been able to answer. I don't know if I'm going to hate it or not. I don't know why, it feels uncomfortable when your brother's news I don't know yet. After what he did to save me, how could I possibly hate him? I'm not that bad, Kenan,” muttered Clara while turning her body intending to go back into the room.

Clara was stunned for a moment when she found Grandpa Bima standing with her staff in the doorway. Put up a wise smile while waving at him.

“Are you busy? Can come with me,” the door is still with a hand waving in the air.

“Good, Sir,” replied Clara nodded then walked out of the room, following Bima with an awkward step.

“Why still call master? Call me grandpa. You have Teshar entrusted to me, so just think of me as your grandfather too, how about?” stare with a wise tone.

Clara immediately nodded quietly without a sound.

“Do you miss him?” ask Bima suddenly.

“Mean, Grandpa?” Clara's voice sounded confused.

“Did you miss Teshar?” repeated the old man again affirming the girl's feelings towards his granddaughter.

Clara was silent not daring to answer. He himself was quite confused by what he had felt all along. There is a feeling defined as hatred.

Angry, irritated, worried, then grateful that he was still given a chance to live, after the man bravely challenged gunpoint to save himself.

“At the time of the incident that night Teshar was admitted to the Hospital,” said Bima.

“Hospital?” clara asked stopping her steps, her heart as if it had stopped beating instantly. “D-day ...” Clara's voice was stuck in her throat.

“He was hit by a knife, not in just toxic. So, he needs to get intensive care to offer the poison, before it spreads into the vital organs of the body that could put his life at risk.”

Bima's steps also stopped when she realized Clara was behind.

“What is the wound severe?” clara asked with a pale face. “He'll be fine, right?” The hue of worry was very clearly implied from the girl's face.

“He is fine. As a child his life was also barely helped when he was pecked by a poisonous snake. He's a strong man you know. So, last night's poison was nothing compared to a snake bite when Teshar was a child. He's a little immune to some certain kind of poison.”

Bima explained as he walked back to Clara who was still in place.

Clara opened her mouth, about to ask a question. However, he closed his lips again without taking out a word.

He himself felt confused because it was actually not close enough to Teshar to be so worried about the man. The man kept a great distance while with him—that was all Clara could catch all this time.

“Do you miss him?” bima asked again the question, immediately disperse the daydream of Clara. The girl was suddenly confused as to what to answer.

“Teshar will be angry if I do, Kek,” replied Clara smiling thinly.

“oya? Where is possible?” Bima frowned after getting that innocent answer. His lips carved a smile.

“Round-round without chewing first?” added Bima made Clara reply with a nod of the head accompanied by a small laugh.

“Iya, Kek,” said Clara followed by smiling.

***

Kenan stopped the Range Rover Sport 3.0 HSE silver car in the parking lot. He remained silent for a moment to lower the overflow of tightness from within the heart. He was very depressed with everyone present in his life.

Everyone he wanted was on the side of a Teshar, not a single person who sincerely understood him.

Especially regarding Clara, he did not expect to feel a very different heart beat. A feeling he had never felt when he was with any woman.

“Not, this is wrong. Kenan has never been in love!” he cried with a furious feeling.

After pondering for a few minutes, he immediately got out of the car. Tracing the corridor of the house to see the condition of her brother. Although Jemmy said that Teshar's condition was fine, of course as a sister, he also felt anxious.

After passing the stairs and meeting with several bodyguards, finally the man as high as 185 centimeters was already standing in front of the door of Teshar's room. He stared from outside the face of the brother who was still pale through the gap of the door that was slightly open. Her sister was lying dreamily staring at the glass window beside her.

With the courage gathered, Kenan then opened the door slowly, the sound of footsteps from the impact of shoes immediately disturbed Teshar's hearing until the man immediately turned his head towards his arrival.

“Kenan, are you here?” sapanya while trying to move up by resting on the elbow.

Kenan hurried over to help Teshar lean on the pile of pillows. They threw awkward smiles at each other until Kenan finally chose to throw his face, with his brother's good looks that still emanated, even though he was in pain even once.

“Do I have to be sick like this first, then you are willing to give me a smile?” seductive Teshar while hitting his sister's six pack stomach.

Kenan immediately took a step back, impulsively rubbing the base of his nose with his fingers. To be honest he felt awkward on his own because something like this they had never done before.

Kenan then moved from his place to take a seat in the corner and brought him closer to Teshar's bed. He also sat next to her.

“What is Clara okay?” tanya Teshar makes Kenan turn his gaze towards Jemmy who is now asleep on the sofa.

For some reason, as whatever he was holding back, the sense of tightness arose, eliminating the sane side when talking about the girl.

“Good. Some time ago I was going to take him to the hospital, but he refused,” he replied able to dim the look of Teshar's eyes.

“Oh, I'm fine. The doctors allowed me to travel far. So, it's better not to bring her here. It feels uncomfortable when I am helpless like this, the girl will definitely be very happy and laugh at me,” said Teshar while forcing a smile.

Even so, Kenan could still see there was a hue of disappointment present on his brother's face.

“Looks like he doesn't really care about Big Brother's circumstances. He slept well and had breakfast well. As if there was never any problem at all who were whack,” Kenan fishing rod with a fake smile, he could again see the dislike radiated from his brother's face.

Kenan breathed a few times. It was hard to tell the truth about how worried the girl was about her brother. She felt that Clara should not look that good in her brother's eyes. Kenan's mind impulsively tried to separate the two.

“Malah nice, she will recover well. I know he is currently healing his wounds as well as his trauma."

Teshar immediately picked up a drink at the side table and gulped the contents down to the toilet. What Kenan said was very upsetting, but he understood that Clara should have responded with such an attitude.

“Do not worry, focus on recovering yourself. I'll take good care of Clara. Every night I also sleep in the room with him, because I'm afraid he feels lonely.”