The Prince's Chess Piece
Draft Without Plan
Rituals without promise on the simplest of bliss. As the minutes of silence filled with no dialogue, Kinanthi sank deeper into the sea of vision. He was carried away by the flow of busy Mr. Nabastala who continued to struggle with important documents in front of him.
He was also busy talking in front of a 15-inch gray laptop. I don't know who to talk to. It might be his business colleagues, or the board of directors as he once mentioned.
Kinanthi did not really listen to the conversation, because the content of the discussion sounded boring, he was more interested in looking at the public face of a company that was always demanded by all professionals, the aura of leadership attached there.
Opening one or two maps of documents alternately, closing them again. Open the other one, then close it again. Repeatedly it was done Mr. Nabastala, Kinanthi who was sitting on the sofa at the very corner of the most languidly observing.
Of the many discussions carried out by the super handsome man, Kinanthi only listened to some important points of the duties of a CEO.
Among them are planning and managing the budgeting process, and observing and analyzing if there are irregularities in company performance. Also make standard policies on the organization of the company.
Wrinkles on the forehead, eyebrows that sometimes intertwine on the face of Mr. Nabastala shows he is seriously completing work.
Mr. Herman said Mr. Nabastala was undergoing outpatient treatment for the psychological trauma he had been suffering for years from the accident that killed his father. At that time Mr. Nabastala was sitting next to his father who was driving. On the highway looks empty, suddenly a heavy truck hit their car from the back, until the car driven by his papa hit the road.
Miracles always happen behind unexpected disasters. Mr Nabastala was only lightly injured, while his father died on the spot before being rushed to hospital.
As a result of the incident, psychological trauma at any time can recur without being able to predict when exactly. So he was forced to monitor all office matters from home. And Mr. Herman as the right hand, holding the mandate of the field executor who must go back and forth office for the files that need to dissolve the signature of the CEO.
Now, Mr. Nabastala is pausing his activity, turning off the call connection on the laptop. His gaze was directed towards Kinanthi who was so seriously paying attention to him. Our Netra clashed, awkward feeling overtook the feeling, each immediately averted his eyes.
“Seriously very?” ask the master.
“Abanya, Mister?” kinanthi answered with her innocence.
“That's, the way you pay attention.”
“Oh, sorry, Sir. Kinan did not mean. Kinan was just curious,” he explained while looking down. He was afraid to look at the eagle gaze of the master who was able to examine the depths of Kinanthi's heart.
“That's why I told you to wait. So you can learn more about my life.”
“That is, Mister?” Kinanthi was getting curious.
“Ya .. so that later you can help.” The master raised both his shoulders as the heavy breath he exhaled. “Add useful, so I mean. Oh yeah, now you can come down. Two more hours please bring coffee,” the word later.
“Good Mr.”
Kinanthi stood with a tray filled with empty plates and glasses in hand.
“Sebitar—”
Kinanthi turned his head, waiting for what the master would say.
“Please, bring that map here.”
Without answering, put the tray he was holding, then take the map appointed by the master.
••••
After finishing washing all the stacks of dirty kitchen utensils, Kinanthi rested in his room. The atmosphere of the house looks lonely. Mr. Herman must have gone to the office. Madam and Mayang are out of nowhere. He doesn't care.
Without all of them, of course, Kinanthi would be even more free, no one would bother him. In the room, he collapsed while listening to music that played not too loud from his phone.
His life felt so peaceful, even though there were many things that had happened to him. However, he chose to make peace with the circumstances, accepting with a carefree heart for all the treatment of those who had already hurt him.
Maybe he had only been listening to music for ten minutes. His eyes began to get sleepy, but he tried to stay awake. Do not fall asleep and make the master angry, because he is negligent of the task that is waiting.
With the drowsiness that comes attacking with the power of fire, he sparks passion in playing games. Just finished level three, the phone has given a warning alarm; the battery is lowbat. Really sucks.
Ting tong's. Ting tong's. Ting tong's.
Noisy. The sound of the bell disturbed him so much, he grumbled in his heart even though no one knew, except God and himself, immediately he opened the door. See who's coming.
He saw a man standing in front of the gate, a man in semi-formal clothing. Kinanthi didn't recognize him. However, the face was like it had been met, but nowhere.
“Sorry, who are you looking for?” ask Kinanthi as you can.
“Mr Nabastala.”
“Searching for Master? Mm ... If I may know, who are you?”
“I Tristan. Asked by Mr. Herman to submit some important files for Mr. Nabastala.”
“Ehm .. sorry. I dare not open the gate without your permission. You wait here for a moment, I asked Master first,” Kinanthi said as she turned her body to enter immediately.
“Eh, no need.”
Kinanthi looked at the man who called his name Tristan. The feeling he had indeed seen the owner of that face before. But I don't know where?
“Non, Kinan,” call Tristan disperse the reverie of Kinanthi.
“You, know my name?
“Of course. Where might I forget about you.”
“Non Kinan, ‘kan who hit Tuan at the mall some time ago.”
“Aa .. yes, now I remember,” exclaimed Kinanthi.
Tristan smiled at Kinanthi's behavior. He then presented several maps to Kinanthi.
“Non, please convey to Mr.” pinta Tristan.
“Ndak not wait Sir first,” asked Kinanthi while extending his hand received the map from Tristan's hand.
“No need, Non. Then excuse me. Good day.”
“Iya, noon.”
After Tristan's car drove off, it disappeared from before him, with a carefree step Kinanthi took the map in his hand to the master's room.
One knock on the door, sir did not answer. Two, three more beats, still no answer. Where is the Master, thought Kinanthi. He ventured into the master's room.
He looked up, Mr. invisible. Oh, well, it turns out Mr. Nabastala was in the bathroom. Some of the map he was holding immediately turned to the table.
Chequek.
The bathroom door is open.
“Waduh,” peekik Kinanthi while covering his face with both palms. “Sorry, Sir. Kinan ndak on purpose,” he cried in panic.
“So already said, if you want to enter knock on the door first.”
“Tadi. Even three times. Mr. Ndak replied, so Kinan ya nyelonong enter,” replied Kinanthi berkilah.
“Sini,” call the master make Kinanthi confused.
“Ngapain, Sir?”
“The name is wrong too. Yes, must be punished.”
“Kinan, please! No, sir,” the door is still with your face covered in palms.
Kinanthi's innocence actually made Mr. Nabastala very eager to tease him. He led the young girl's body to the sofa.
“Master wants to say?”
“Punish you.”
“Lah, Sir. Kinan loh, not intentionally looking. It's also Kinan's eyes are also still closed.”
“Then open,” the master commands while stretching out Kinanthi's two hands.
Kinanthi's eyes opened slowly. In front of him stood the figure of Mr. Nabastala with his body wrapped in a tight t-shirt. Habits.
In the air the fragrance of perfume is excruciating. His eyes did not blink, looking at the entire curve of the master without exception. He knew it violated the ethics of decency, but his heart instinct could not avoid not admiring the beauty of God's creation inherent in the body of the master.
“Don't be long, later can have a crush.”
Kinanthi was awakened from his sight. She blushed in shame, the pink hue that adorned her cheeks unable to hide her feelings.
“Ah, Sir,” hisses down. “Kinan go first,” kentus want to avoid.
“Hey, where are you going? No responsibility.”
“Well, Can you say anything, Mister?”
“That was already you pelototokin. Now even want to be taken. It's good.”
That sturdy hand grabbed Kinanthi's body, clutching her into an embrace. A soft kiss landed on Kinanthi's shoulder. The young girl closed her eyes, there was a sense of happiness and also fear of cramming each other's rations in her heart.
“Kinan, will you not be my lover?” ask the gentle master.
“Kan already,” ledk Kinanthi with a smile.
“I mean real.”
“Mm ... I think about it first.”
“Kok still think, just answer aja want or not.”
“Yes, have to think first, Sir. With Kinan's situation like this, maybe not to refuse?”
Will be composed of complicated stories on draft plans that have not been fully completed. Which he himself could not resist or support wholeheartedly. He just knows, every struggle always determines a different end result.
Fighting spirit! Hopefully one day, you will not groan in pain on the draft without the plan that you have devised yourself Kinanthi.
