The Prince's Chess Piece
Right On Its Portion
“KINAN!”
Mayang's screams filled the entire room until it sounded upstairs. There was a fatal mistake made by the man he was looking for.
“KINAN!”
He again shouted out loud. While Kinanthi who was in the room Mr. Nabastala immediately slid down the stairs.
“Lu why else keep going in Nabas room?” mayang was full of emotion.
However, it did not compose anything in Kinanthi. His facial expression remains graceful, full of patience in the face of Mayang's behavior.
“So there was a guest asking me to deliver the files to Mr.'s room,” explains Kinanthi.
“Halah, reason,” maki Mayang with overflowing anger.
“Yes, if you don't believe it. Noh, ask yourself Mister.” Kinanthi leaned her chin towards Mr. Nabastala who was standing at the end of the stairs.
Heh. Kinanthi exhaled heavily, letting Mayang break her own emotions. He did not care about the anger that Mayang showed. All of that will not affect his condition that is hiding a sense of happiness.
From the direction of the door, it looks like the mistress is carrying various kinds of paper bags in her hands. It seems they have spent a small amount of their wealth on state revenues.
Loh, how can you? Lah, some of the ‘kan state income is obtained from the payment of taxes on luxury goods they have just purchased.
“I help, Mistress.” Kinanthi offered to help.
“Nih. Bring all these items to the room.” The madam turned all the paper bags into Kinanthi's hands. “In the trunk is also still there. Also take all.”
“Good, Mistress.”
“Again. After that, make mango juice. Know?”
“Ready, Mistress.”
Within Kinanthi flowed water from the roof that fell into the waste as well. It was not in vain that both parents educated Kinanthi with affection, so that he grew up with noble ethics.
His steps are deft, his hands are skillful, do not like to hold a grudge even if treated badly. At the end of the stairs the master observed Kinanthi's behavior, over time his heart was tethered to the young girl who had offered herself as her slave. Unexpectedly at all, the girl kept her promise without complaining.
Mayang increasingly grumbled in his heart, when his presence was ignored by Mr. Nabastala, who was more focused on paying attention to the movements of Kinanthi.
“Nabas,” call Mayang in shock.
“Heh.” The man's gaze did not move from the direction of the door, where Kinanthi was in and out carrying things.
“Nabas,” whining spoiled Mayang.
“What the hell, May?”
“I don't like you so well with Kinan.”
“What's wrong?
“You always ask Kinan to go to your room. Why are you alone?”
“He works,” ketus Mr. Nabastala.
“Yakin? Are you guys not doing anything?”
“The workman can be run without anything?”
Mayang melengos, disappointment, anger and hate mixed into one, incarnate the chunks of revenge that is ready to be launched at any time, as he wishes.
••••
The more sad feelings that Kinanthi hid were no longer able to hold the longing pieces increasingly hammering his chest. He wanted to send word to his parents, that's all. But how?
His own cell phone was seized by Mr. Herman from the first night he arrived. Kinanthi wants to secretly use Mr. Nabastala's cell phone. However, he did not have the guts to do so, fearing fatal consequences for himself.
He dared to ask permission from the master. After dinner, he saw the master sitting on the porch beside the house. His feet were about to step closer, but Mayang had preceded him. Kinanthi resigned.
He locked himself in his room, constantly looking for ways to contact his parents. Anita-friends from the village-may be able to help her. But how do I meet him? He also forgot Anita's phone number. Arghb .... Sucks. Shredding hair at will.
“Puyeng, ah,” his sigh revolted.
The night turned aside, almost changed in the morning. However, Kinanthi's eyes reluctantly closed. He didn't sleep all night, his mind just kept drifting. Reaching the farthest point of his mind is able to fly. The faces of his parents who were getting older alternately flashed, possessing his mind.
“However, there must be a way,” thought Kinanthi before disappearing behind the bathroom door.
His body of yellow langsat, which looks thinner. Her charm as a young girl is not diminished. However, Kinanthi's little heart did not deny, he looked increasingly frail.
As usual he completed his homework on time, making a different breakfast menu in each morning. Unless someone asks to be made the same as yesterday.
That morning, everyone had not gathered in the dining room. Whether it was instinct that taught Kinanthi to be more courageous, he brought the master's breakfast without being asked. The goal is one, to ask permission.
Tok .. tok.
He knocked on the door slowly.
“Master,” call him with his signature voice.
“Iya, enter,” replied the master firmly.
The door opened, he saw the master was already struggling with his laptop. Did the man in front of him not sleep all night?
“Breakfast, Sir,” said Kinanthi while putting breakfast not far from the location of the laptop.
A few seconds later his body is still pecking, his tongue feels funny, he is confused what to say.
Looking at Kinanthi who remained standing motionless, of course disturbing the view of the master to switch attention.
“Why?”
That look that made Kinanthi's heart melt, he liked it so much. There was a sense of attention flowing from the look in the eyes of the handsome man who was looking at him.
“Mm nganu, Sir,” replied Kinanthi nervously.
“Why do you?”
“Mm, look Sir. Can Kinan go for a minute?”
Mr. Nabastala closed his laptop, then grabbed the milk glass and gulped it a few times.
“Where to?”
“Meet friends?”
“Friends? What girl boy? Where?”
“Kok even silent?”
“Anu, Sir. Kinan is confused how to explain it.”
“Anu, another one. What is the core of your problem?”
“Kangen.” The sentence's reflexes slid from Kinanthi's lips.
“You want to meet a boyfriend?”
“Loh, Sir! What does kangen have to do with boyfriend?”
Mr. Nabastala made head bobbles. Just this time he met a girl who was innocent, innocent, but her oon really was dumbass. Makes it more violent.
If you remember, it is far different from his ex Luna, who has left him fit again unfortunately. They are two different figures in their perspective and mindset. His ex is an ambitious girl who stands on the material support of her family. Without it, he is nobody. Kinanthi, the girl who lives independently without material wrapping.
“Master, can you?” Kinanthi disperse Lord Nabastala's daydream.
“No,” replied the master making Kinanthi pout.
“Kinan please, Mister!”
“Once no yes, no. Point. No comma what else is a question mark.”
“Wicked,” grumbled Kinanthi without moving.
“What else?”
“Master, then Kinan can borrow his phone?”
“Where are you going?”
“No pulse.”
“Kan can use wi-fi.” network
“Ya is already, not so.”
His footsteps were shaken, no longer excited. Truly resigned, may both parents always be okay, only that the full hope of every dedoa that straddles.
Seeing the drastic change in the look on Kinanthi's face, the master was astonished. He picked up the phone he put next to the laptop, then walked over to Kinanthi who was preparing to open the door.
“Nih.” The man's arm extended out giving him his cell phone, with the body behind Kinanthi.
Of course, Kinanthi couldn't just believe it. He turned his body face less than a cubby, “You sure, Mister?”
A nod as an answer.
“Thank you, Mr.”
Kinanthi did not immediately take the phone that was still outstretched for him. He hugged the master. His heart was truly happy. Is that seagressive now?
“Weird basis,” murmured the master.
“Why, Mister?” Quickly he let go of a hug.
“So no?”
“Heem so.”
A cell phone with lightning speed is like cutting down an enemy. Directly pressed the number of someone he had memorized out of his head. Connection connected.
“Hallo, Mr. Dhe Dirman. It's Kinan,” the thrill of excitement.
“Kinanthi? That's right you,” replied someone from across.
“True, Mr. Dhe. It's Kinanthi.”
Kinanthi's eyes looked teary so happy. He didn't think he could send news to his family.
“Pak Dhe, how is sampeyan?”
“Pak Dhe good all family well, you alone?”
“Kinan very well, Mr. Dhe. Just—”
A second later, the silence fell, and Mr. Nabastala, who was sitting back in front of his laptop, was curious, waiting for Kinanthi's answer.
“You're just a little bit thin, Mr. Dhe.”
Crisp laughter, pouring from Kinanthi's lips. He briefly wiped the glazed corners of his eyes. On his seat Mr. Nabastala exhaled. Why he also felt stubbornly waiting for Kinanthi's answer earlier.
“Emak equals Mr now how is it, Mr Dhe?”
“They are healthy, just sometimes complain. Confused looking for your news.”
Kinanthi's heart was like being torn to hear Pak Dhenya's confession.
“Please tell me the same Mom and Dad yes Mr. Dhe, Kinan here is fine. Later if there is a chance, Kinan will definitely go home nengokin them. Say hello to Mom also Mr.”
After the split, the connection was immediately severed by Kinanthi, afraid of lingering. Later the master was angry and would not allow him to call again.
Heh. He spread out his hands, his feelings were plump now, without burden.
“Thank you very much, Mr.”
He returned the phone to the table near the master sitting down.
“Whose phone line?” asked Mr. Nabastala with a flat expression.
“Pak Dhe,” replied Kinanthi briefly.
“Who is he?”
“Sister of Mom Kinan.”
“Oh, cyraine. How to call directly to your mother?”
“At Mom's place, signalling difficult.”
After that incident, Mr. Nabastala became increasingly aware of how Kinanthi's life really was. He really salutes the virgin girl who captivated him.
Kinanthi was born as the only child of a mediocre family. It is forged in the rigors of circumstances. There is no idle term in the dictionary of his life. That was why he could easily adapt to the family he now lived in. Not easily provoked by the actions of Mayang and mistress who are often outrageous.
