The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Challenging Patience

You know what your mistake was?"

Two men of different generations were facing each other. Teshar's body posture is taller and dashing than his father's. However, Teshar's obvious charisma and determination were inflicted by the man called Bisma Indira.

"I don't fully know my mistake" replied Teshar without looking into his father's eyes. He was very disinclined towards the man who had three sons.

Bisma laughed lightly. It was regretful that this incident could drag him in a circle of anger towards his second son.

Maybe some years he is still reluctant to respond seriously to the activities carried out by Teshar. However, whatever concerns Jhony, his beloved son, he cannot stay silent for granted.

"Your mistake was fatal!" snapped the man while clenching his hands tightly, preparing to vent his frustration on Bima's favorite grandson, his father.

It was very desirable for him to explode a weapon while smashing the head of the man before him, if only not his own son. However, that desire had to be harbored firmly because he was currently dealing with his own flesh and blood.

"Which part is fatal?" reply Teshar with question provoking feud.

If Teshar always deified his father, from now on he promises he will no longer be a slave to selfishness. Already sacrificed his body soul, it was not immediately the father saw him as a Teshar. Bhishma always casts him in the shadow of the deceased Jhony.

"You seem to have defied my anger, Teshar." Bhishma's eyes are sharp. However, Teshar instead bravely looked up and looked at his father's two eyes with the same sharpness.

"Until when can you respect me as a child who tries every moment to be devoted to you?"

"Curtain!" Bisma. "What are you talking about?"

"Is Jhony more valuable than I can boast of you than that cowardly man?" lontar Teshar sharp.

Of course the derogatory sentences addressed to Jhony really ignited Bhishma's emotions. He would never willing anyone to harass his beloved son, even if it was his own sister.

Bisma immediately walked towards the large cupboard containing a large collection of antiques, pulled a wooden stick inside and moved firmly towards Teshar.

Take two steps back, that's all Teshar can do. The man tried to observe the movements of his father who was engulfed in the flames of anger. The result of a speech he deliberately uttered to open a war with his father.

"It's not appropriate for someone like you to insult him!" bisma shouted as she swung the stick towards Teshar.

Hurriedly Teshar repelled the attack with one hand. Twisting the movement of the father in order to protect his body from the slingshot sticks made of beautiful carved wood.

He would not let the man hurt her again. Just like he used to receive when he was young.

"Did you forget that I'm not a kid anymore!" teshar replied with the same cry of anger.

The man flipped his father's movements, pulling the stick with an equal amount of force. He was not willing to give up anymore, because obviously in this fight it is not about who is wrong, but his father carried the name Jhony in it.

"I'm taking my apologies! It's not a problem between me and dad, but Jhony and again that jerk guy makes me sick!"

Teshar snatched the stick from his father's hand after failing to hit his body and threw it to the side. The effect of the noise because the hard object hit the big jar until it broke apart also made many house guards arrive.

However, none of them dared to come closer, after knowing the host was in a fight.

"What did you say?" bisma's bluff is getting angry.

He was eager to tear the mouth of his second child because it had challenged his patience. However, once again the body of the Teshar is not as weak as it was twenty years ago.

"I won't bow to you again, Father. You have dragged me into a circle of sins and I regret only realizing it now. That Jhony you love has exhausted your love to the point of forgetting your other child, do you realize that?"

Teshar took a step forward, while Bhishma was instead glued to his place. From the top of the stairs, his mother screamed for the debate to stop. However, Teshar will use this opportunity to let out his wedge of heart for many years.

"Shut up! I should have killed that kid myself instead of entrusting him to a stupid kid like you!"

"Where is the girl now! Tell me, I'll finish him off with my own hands!" Bisma walked over.

Bhishma's hand immediately grabbed the collar of Teshar's shirt and pulled it as if the man would be intimidated by his actions. However, it is a big mistake because Teshar is just unmoved, not at all shifted from its place. Teshar's lips were also seen reviewing a slanted smile.

"Dad won't be able to do anything to her. I made sure of it!"

"You're a child—"

"Stop! You two, what's the matter?" Muria ran small down the stairs. She was shocked when the housekeeper reported to her that Teshar had come and her husband was angry.

The woman immediately grabbed Bhishma's arm, trying to break it by pushing Teshar back. He is actually confused, what makes the two quarrel when Teshar is a submissive son and has great respect for the father.

"Teshar what's wrong?" muria asked as she pulled Bisma's hand from the end of her son's shirt collar to let go. However, neither Bhishma nor Teshar were willing to budge.

"Honey, why are you being rude to your own son?" Murai rubbed her husband's back to soften the man's heart. He did not want Bhishma's emotions to destroy family relationships.

"Your son has hidden the child from Jhony's killer" Bisma said, releasing his hand from the clutches of Teshar's collar. The man retreated as Muria's movements pulled him back.

"Teshar?" Muria asked for her son's explanation with eyes full of decisiveness.

"I'm not just hiding it, Mother." Teshar gives a grin after. "More than that."

"What do you mean, son?"

Muria shook her head quickly, not wanting her son to provoke a showdown as it was clear she could read Teshar's expression implying so.

"I will protect him, even if it's the same as I have to risk my life" Teshar said without taking his eyes off his father. He wanted to see how his parents would react to his actions that were starting to defy.

Veins on the face Bisma tightens and stiffens. He was very surprised by the attitude of Teshar who turned to attack him instead of begging for mercy with all the power he had.

"You're flying the war flag with your own father, Teshar? That's great." The man commented a cynical smile while throwing his face away.

"Are you going to kill me? Losing Jhony didn't necessarily make Dad learn to value life."

"Teshar, what are you talking about? Just leave the murderous daughter to us. Then all your mistakes will be forgiven."

Muria began to approach Teshar, hoping to gently rub her son's arm to soften. However, her son's backward movement made the woman's fifties hand hang in the air.

"If you call Clara a son of a murderer, then what do you call parents like you?" reply Teshar as he turned his body and stepped out of the house and left the residence of his parents.

"****! There is no way that Teshar rebelled against us," growled Bhishma at the passing of her son.

"Darling," called Muria trying to calm down.

"It must be my father who has given her support. Hmh!" Bisma swearing pissed not play.

"Then what should we do, honey?" muria asked very worried that until Teshar really opposed the family.

"Prepare the trained bodyguard, I'll pick him up to daddy's house and finish that damn woman off with my own hands!" bisma said as she stepped out of her place towards the workspace.

"Darling? You're not going to attack your own father's house, are you?"

Muria glared in shock at the plan her husband was going to do, in order to eliminate the trace of the enemy who had made her beloved son die.