The Prince's Chess Piece
A Threat
*For someone in the future ....
Thank ye.
If you remain willing to mislead yourself into the wilderness of this heart, dear!!
For your. Yes, you!!
Thank ye.
Readers who deliberately choose this story, hopefully nestapa is not snuggling you in frankness. Believe it! If there is always love in every nelangsa*.
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At an elite shopping in the Kemang-Jakarta Selatan area, the swastamita has pulled over for a somber night. Along with a drizzle on the face of a young girl who had just been hit by a disaster.
“Master! I beg you,” pinta the girl shrieked. Carried to a man who was standing in front of him. About in his late twenties.
The man called Master shook his head, with an indifferent gesture. He is not thin and not fat, illustrating the example of the ideal male body owner.
The curves of his six-pack stomach are clearly visible behind the tight t-shirt being worn. While his sturdy hands grabbed the rough hair of the young girl who was begging him.
The disaster can happen to anyone, anytime and anywhere without exception. No one can resist or evade the will of the Owner of the Will. Including Kinanthi—the name of the young girl who was grimacing in pain.
••••
Kinanthi is a girl born in Patria, Blitar. It was the first time to set foot in the megapolitan city of Jakarta, about a week ago. Anita— her best friend—who also lives in a village, invites her to complain about her fate to the city. Of course it is with great pleasure that Kinanthi did not accept the invitation. Despite life in Jakarta, it is still really a virgin to be touched by a young girl like herself.
The physical success displayed by his best friend was what made him tempted half to death. Just imagine! Which village woman will not be tempted, if you see Anita who was once dirty, her skin is dull, her corny hair is always ponytail, and her clothes are exactly loose at the market Bangle, Sumberingin area, and her clothes are, Blitarists.
Now! Beh, don't ask! Only seven months in Jakarta, Anita's face became kinclong. Until rumors circulated, flies alone did not dare to tack, afraid of being petty, he said. His hair, which used to be often ponytail, is now a long straight. Anita—dia can also buy matic motor even though second.
Such a scene made Kinanthi's faith waver, and eventually willingly followed his best friend. He said it was also a good opportunity to change the fate of his family.
Anita suggested one of the famous local perfume shops, which is located just different floors with where she works. Of course Kinanthi welcomed all such suggestions with pleasure.
The requirements to register are not too complicated. According to him he has some criteria needed, although lacking in experience points. If it is only about experience, he can learn and adapt well of course. That is his promise to himself.
And, that afternoon before leaving for work, as if to be a hunch that something will happen. With a bit of haste he left the rented contract with his best friend. Arriving at the first fork when ready to take the Transjakarta bus, he only realized that his work ID card was left behind.
“Sial! Basic forgetful!” meaning grumbling.
He should have realized, not even grumbled. If God would be kind enough to remind him. Try what it will be, for example, have arrived at work, and just realized his work ID was left behind. Still less grateful?
His steps turned around, rushing home to pick up his ID card. When he was about to open the door, suddenly an impudent lizard, uh, precisely insolent dropped himself on his smooth cheek.
“Basic lizard! Could-can find a chance,” grunted. Makes it even more obnoxious.
How not to be arrogant, even though Kinanthi longed for his first kiss touched by the man he loved. This, even the lizard that made him soar. Make ticklish again. Make the lizard jump run because it knows the virgin does not like its presence.
Such a thing in the myth of the Javanese is often mentioned pamali or bad language. But for Kinanthi, she was a young girl who grew up in modern times where caring.
••••
Now, he sees the sky of Jakarta. Up there are several stars forming his favorite configuration, the constellation Aquila, a lightning eagle Zeus in Greek mythology that slowly began to be covered in large clouds. It might rain soon. Understandably, the transition season is happening.
The change of season that causes changes in temperature and air humidity is quite extreme, until the cold is felt to infiltrate the pores. The more the jacket is being worn, his feet again stepped into the paradise mall conglomerate where he was working.
Her net glanced at a glance at the imitation Relox watch coiled around her wrist. Exactly at 19:15. And that means he's fifteen minutes late.
Sucks. Though he had desperately memorized the travel route of the contract. However, it still gets lost when it has entered the elite mall area itself.
“Crazy. What kind of people try who have an idea to make a mall as wide as the village.” Kinanthi again grumbled, in his hasty steps.
“Why should you also wear forget?” His lips spewed out similar words of muttering.
His heart felt increasingly irritated, considering he was still in the period of work feasibility tests. Exactly the auto parts that must also pass the test before being circulated. Where can it be equated? Kinanthi is an innocent virgin, age also just stepped nineteen years of high school graduation. His soul has not been contaminated at all strange affairs of the universe.
Footsteps widened, his mind continued to spread everywhere. How to quickly arrive and not scolded by the boss of the store owner. If until the boss is angry, he continues to be fired, the end is already his history of struggle. But he has not produced anything.
BRUISES.
“Si—”
The universe seems to be giving it away. He accidentally hit a handsome man. Anyway super handsome who will not be tired of being stared at for seven climbs. Drugged his eyes for a few seconds. The words that were about to be thrown were floating in the air. The man was carrying a medium-sized paper bag.
How can doing wrong not cause problems? Kinanthi was confused. Soon he picked up the broken things scattered about.
“Sorry. Really sorry, Sir. I really did not accidentally.”
Kinanthi hurriedly apologized while bowing her body. He realized that he had done something wrong, while intending to give up the fragments of the items he had picked up without thinking it was still useful or not.
The handsome male owner of the cross-face stepped closer to Kinanthi. Standing firmly with an aura of anger emanated clearly from the way he looked. The look in his eyes looks sharp. The lashing of Kinanthi's hair, suddenly made the girl scream in pain.
“Agrhh ...”
“Where are your eyes, huh? Not used?” the male hardik was coarse, his eyes increasingly swooping sharply, raining down on the depths of the Kinanthi bead.
Making the tiny body less than 157 cm it shifted backwards. Trying to let go of the jubilee on her hair while avoiding the emotional gaze that felt through her heart.
“I'm sorry, Sir! I really accidentally, was in a hurry,” he explained back.
The man ignored.
His hands were clutching even tighter, revealing his dislike with Kinanthi's attitude of deliberately avoiding his gaze.
“Arghh! Pain, Sir!” The young girl was getting tired.
But the rude man in front of him didn't care. Turning to the right without letting go of the crave, turned to look at someone who might be his subordinate, if judging from the way he stood swiftly behind the jerk man.
“Tan, cariin scissors!”
Every sentence that escaped the man's lips signified that he was a leader. Yes, the dictator. His words echoed, intonating firmly accustomed to telling.
The man called Tan, whether his name is Tantan or even Satan immediately nodded, “Siap, Boss.”
Footsteps could be heard galloping away from the crowd for a while and then disappearing, as the body disappeared also among the crowd of spectators. Understandably, Mega Mall is a paradise of shopping for conglomerates who have assets inexhaustible seven derivatives if not used. And this time there is a rare free spectacle.
In an instant, the man Tan had called back while handing over a pair of scissors that looked shiny and still wrapped neatly in a transparent vacuum bag.
The man received the scissors he asked for and tore the wrapper violently.
“This edit that will strip your body, make a spectacle for them and your fun photos will be scattered everywhere? Or—” The man paused his sentence, took a slow breath, then exhaled back; slowly. “Atau .. you only need to compensate for the price of the destroyed goods that doubled.”
The man's tone was full of pressure, like an ultimatum bang for Kinanthi. His chest skipped a beat as the rhythm felt pain.
Played with scissors beside Kinanthi's ears. Without a care, behind him there are how many pairs of eyes are watching, it may be possible to contribute to damage the reputation of the man.
Surprisingly, it was precisely those in the elite mall that no one cared, making Kinanthi inexhaustible. Time yes, there are people who are putting their lives at risk just left alone. Even the security guard also participated in being a spectator in the back corner. It's like a crazy conspiracy.
Kinanthi lowered her head, confused to answer the man's words. He increasingly did not dare to look at the eyes of the eagle who continued to look at him intensely, like he was about to make his body as dinner.
“How much price should I change, Mister?” tanya Kinanthi lirih ventured. His voice was almost inaudible.
“Your ten years of work here, will not be enough,” replied the man in a tight voice.
“Hah?”
Kinanthi's face looked up. His eyes widened.
“Why, can't you?”
Kinanthi looked down again, the tears that had been held back had finally broken.
“I will keep trying to replace it, Mister?” Kinanthi kept trying to convince.
“Until when? Until a Nabastala Narendra goes gray? Ciuh,” taunted the man with his bow.
Kinanthi thought for a moment. They were wondering what he should do.
“I'm ready to be your slave, Sir,” said Kinanthi finally.
Haha ....
The man's laughter exploded instantly, so loud. It feels capable of tearing the ear drum of anyone who is hearing it. Making Kinanthi even more humiliated, his pride was trampled.
“Indeed you are still a virgin?” asked the man while narrowing his eyes; probing.
A feeble nod in response, as her increasingly spilled tears broke.
Jakarta is a megapolitan city where fortune tellers try their luck. However, it did not seem to apply to Kinanthi who stumbled over the problem due to his own carelessness. The new world is waiting for him to come.
