The Prince's Chess Piece
About Feelings
“The great man is not he who secretly keeps wounds for too long, but he who does not like to hold grudges for wounds that others inflict on him.”
The night wind broke through the shutters Kinanthi accidentally opened. Cold Eve ambushed her tiny body wrapped in a purple sweater, she was standing at the side of the window.
The angle of the net pooled, competing with water vapor in the air that dropped to the temperature of the dew point at night, so that it turned into liquid in the form of dew attached to the foliage.
Various kinds of plants in the yard next to the house are viewed alternately. In order to distract him to forget the re-enactment scene that Mayang had done to him.
On the right cheek, suddenly a feeling of heat crammed into his chest cavity. There was a feeling of anger towards himself that was too weak, letting others continue to oppress him just like that.
“Kinan,” whispered someone shrieking right next to his ear. Along the two hands that encircle the area of his stomach.
Kinanthi was about to dodge, but that sturdy hand had locked her in such a tight embrace from behind.
“Master, don't be,” said Kinanthi slowly.
“Why?”
“Let's see.”
“You're afraid of being caught?”
Kinanthi paused for an answer, sighing.
“Tuan.” Kinanthi tried to twist her body. The understanding man's instincts just appeared, the sturdy hand loosened, letting Kinanthi's body move freely.
Kinanthi looked up, staring at the handsome face that had lately caught his attention.
“Why do you do all this?”
“Which one?”
“Already Sir, do not pretend to continue. Kinan was tired of being treated like this again and again. Sometimes the Master is like a helper god, sometimes the body of the Master is like a heartless demon possession.”
Bwahda ....
The master's laughter exploded, his body shifted off a hug, standing beside Kinanthi. That made Kinanthi lose his rational way of thinking. Basic mad man, it was as brilliant as a sentence that immediately crossed his mind.
“Close the window gih, you can catch a cold later,” the order of the master.
Actually Kinanthi was reluctant to obey, but he knew the master was always angry every word was not done. The word of the king is everything. It should not be denied a single piece of the alphabet.
Kinanthi closed the window and locked it. After that he was about to ignore the master, returning to his room.
“You heard something?” ask the master suddenly.
Kinanthi's eyes closed, so that his hearing could focus on finding the direction of the voice that the master was referring to.
“From the direction of the mistress' room it seems,” whispered Kinanthi.
Mr. Nabastala immediately rushed towards the mistress' room located to the right of the stairs, facing right into the main hall. Hurriedly Kinanthi followed in his master's footsteps.
BRACKET.
It sounded like the table was being kicked down loudly, as the voice of the middle man threatened. “I told you, everything should be as planned. Otherwise, you will have to bear all the consequences.”
“Votes sir Herman,” guess Kinanthi.
“Indeed the Herman,” firmly the lord.
“Auh. You're outrageous, Man! It hurts,” roars madam with her loud voice.
“Remember! Do not let Nabas know the true state of Mayang.”
We looked at each other, figuring out what to do. The master's hand was about to hold the door handle, but it was soon undone as Kinanthi's head shook.
“Pak Herman is unlikely to hurt the mistress,” hiss Kinanthi. “We'd better just go from here.”
“Tapi—?”
“Argh, Man. Kalem-kalem, napa?” pinta the mistress is now in her soft voice.
“Who told you to make emotions?”
“But not anymore, right?”
We looked at each other again. Kinanthi's brows were clutched, the frown on the master's forehead was clearly visible. All signaled a question mark.
“They are trying?” ask the master in astonishment.
“Udah big, still do not understand the inner affairs of adults,” ketus Kinanthi while stepping away.
“Heih, where are you going?”
“Sleep, time to nguping people again hoho-hihi. Less work.”
“So they—?”
“Yes that. Adult problems are easy to solve. Origin taken to bed, run affairs.”
“Crazy. There's no other way, what?”
Their conversation came to a halt, when each step was different directions. Kinanthi headed to his room beside the kitchen and the master climbed the stairs to the second floor.
••••
At seventy-thirty, the dining table will soon be noisy with the presence of the mistress who is like a walking gas stove, her aura can be melted at any time if you meet the trigger. Mr. Herman with calm nature but able to wash away, while the chatty Mayang is very annoying. And Mr. Nabastala who .. ah, Kinanthi's smile expands while thinking of the master.
“Aaan, anyway?” hiss Kinanthi dispelled his thoughts.
Breakfast menu with various variants. Two plates of scrambled eggs mix the sausage with rice, a plate of fruit salad, a plate of scramble egg with waffles coated with almond butter the master's favorite.
Plus a glass of yogurt, two glasses of milk and a cup of espresso coffee that still smoke. Kinanthi learned desperately to be able to serve all such dishes without complaint from the homeowner.
Sometimes Kinanthi felt jealous of Mr. Herman. Although he was only an assistant, but his position in the house was exactly like a family member.
“Woi, early in the morning daydreaming,” snapped Mayang who passed beside Kinanthi.
“Can not, ngagetin people cake that,” scolding Kinanthi ketus.
“Again.” Mayang.
“Ribut mulu you guys,” yelled the new mistress came, directly throw his buttocks on the bearing of Dutch teak wood chair with a unique engraving on the backrest.
“Kinan! He said, Sir, breakfast is taken to the room only,” orders Mr. Herman who just appeared and immediately inhaled hot coffee.
“I'll take it.” Mayang seized the tray that Kinanthi still held by force.
A few minutes later Mayang returned with grumbling lips. The tray he was holding was kicked to the table violently. Seeing that Kinanthi can only understand, the master is indeed annoying
“Kinan ...,” call the master with his floor from the top floor.
Kinanthi climbed up the stairs.
“What's up, Mister?”
“Who told Mayang to deliver breakfast, huh?”
“Home alone would like to drop him off, Mr.” Kinanthi tried to explain.
“Same as your cake, he is also not becus. Look, tuh!”
Kinanthi's eyes widened, his mouth gawking when he saw the breakfast menu and spilled milk marks splattered on Mr. Nabastala's bed. Fortunately, the glass and the plate are still intact.
“Waduh, how come, Mister?”
Still with a clueless mind, Kinanthi's hand immediately acted. Move the glasses and dishes, and pick up the leftovers from the menu and put them in the garbage basket. Then change the sheets and mop the dirty floors. It took twenty minutes without a pause to do all that.
“Already, Mr.” Kinanthi reported with a breath that was still panting.
“Other times, lest others deliver breakfast to the room.”
“Good, Mr.” Kinanthi nodded, a sign of understanding with Mr. Nabastala's warning.
“Create more breakfast immediately. Don't forget to knock on the door before entering.”
“Iya, Mr.”
Kinanthi is really a very obedient teenage girl and easily takes wisdom from every mistake. The more the day the master noticed Kinanthi in a different way.
“You are out now and no one can come in. Including Mr. Herman. There is a secret meeting that I have to do with the board of directors,” said the master firmly.
A meeting? That is not foreign to Kinanthi, because to his knowledge Mr. Nabastala is indeed a very influential person in the world of business. Like some time ago Anita-her friends-never said, if Mr. Nabastala was a CEO in his place had worked.
However, right now the master was only alone in the room. How do you want a meeting?
Lord Nabastala approached Kinanthi who was still standing dumbstruck.
“Why, indeed?”
“Said Tuan asked to make breakfast, why even want to go to a meeting? Can yes free.”
Long-long-over-exasperated also with the attitude of Kinanthi that is so innocent. Uh, wait a minute .. is that innocent what a fool? Mr. Nabastala himself was confused to tell the difference. Gentle scattering of Kinanthi's hair.
“Now it's the age of the all-powerful digital era. All can be done just by sitting sweet.”
“How?”
“Kinan! You never went to school, did you?”
“Yes has been, sir. Although never ranked.” Kinanthi's face blushed.
“Listen, yes, Kinan! In the modern age of the all-advanced digital era, everything is in the grip through a device that looks simple: mobile phones, tablets, laptops for example. All can be done with that device.” Mr. Nabastala paused his sentence, looking at the face of Kinanthi who was so focused on listening to him speak. “And, no matter how high one learns, ranks or not, all of it cannot determine one's success in the future.”
“So?”
“All depends on each individual, have the intention to be a successful person or not.”
“Ah, Sir. Then mah, Kinan also understood.”
“Successful people can think of something no one else has ever thought of. For example this one—” A kiss lands quickly on Kinanthi's cheek. Kinanthi's reflexes were startled, her legs moving backwards.
“Ah, this is mah, Master is taking advantage of the opportunity,” sibling Kinanthi is upset.
“The name is also an opportunity, must be utilized,” timpal Mr. Nabastala.
“Cheat,” protest Kinanthi passed leaving Mr. Nabastala's room.
With a smile, you can often not be invited to compromise about the feelings that are being hidden. The flowers in Kinanthi's heart garden bloomed along with the simplest sense of happiness. Even though he himself did not understand the reason. Bizarrely. But he is actually experiencing it.
