The Prince's Chess Piece
Misjudged
Dusk began to roll over, as the spoiled orange silhouette kerling flapped its wings, flying, reaching the pitch of the night that always berjibaku with the black cloak.
The thick aroma of silence was as fiery as it poured out in the air, letting his nose of the kembis sniffle. For a moment his eyes closed bare the most peaceful peace, which he knew when the last time he felt.
Until his innocent face transformed like the most honest charm ever approved the universe.
On the ninth floor, on the rooftop cafe La Viyu with a beautiful view of the elite area in Menteng. The meeting place of the ancient Batavian architecture with luxurious settlements around it.
Kinanthi sat down. The Netra is praising all the beauty of God's creation presented before him, so far has never been exposed by the naked eye until the age of adolescence that he soon dated.
Mr. Nabastala took him to that place. He said a business colleague invited him to dinner. Of course Kinanthi was according to the master's words, although he initially refused. Fear will only make you ashamed.
It does not rule out the possibility, it will be Kinanthi do. So Mr. Nabastala gave a little direction and he assured that everything would go well.
We both arrived at 6:30. Half an hour before La Viyu opened. Since Mr. Nabastala is a person who is quite influential in the business world, then to just enter the cafe before the time opened is trivial for him.
Judging from the stolen talk heard by Kinanthi, it turns out that Mr. Nabastala had booked the place a few days earlier.
The choice of the most end VVIP place that is far from most visitors. With perfect view. The eyes can freely explore various sights. Luxurious buildings claw at the sky, the city park with sparkling lights illuminated clearly visible from a height. And also, the sky was scattered with flickering stars that were like fireflies.
“Kinan,” call someone with his cry.
Feeling his name being called, Kinanthi stopped observing such an amazing sight. He looks. His smile instantly burst open, like a flower bud in bloom.
“Anita,” her screeches hysterical.
Two friends who had not met for a long time finally embraced each other. Misses release.
Anita repeatedly pinched Kinanthi's cheeks, as if in disbelief at their meeting. Then they choose a seat that is slightly away from the master to freely tell the story.
Kinanthi and her best friend giggled at each other, while telling each other's stories.
“That's right, aja?” ask Anita on the sidelines of Kinanthi's story.
“Really. He's a fucking pervert. Big snapper-class predators by the way.” With a grumbling face Kinanthi chimed in.
“He ever did anything with you?”
“Halah, never again. Often even.”
“Often? Meaning you guys have done me that one?”
“Hust! Don't ngaco!”
“Continue? You said he was a perverted predator. So you can, he preyed on you.”
“Fortunately never to do so.”
“Serious?”
Laughter, both of them broke. A perfect expression of happiness.
“But he's handsome, loh! Look at his posture, a very dream ...” Anita looked fiercely at the master from where she was sitting. “You've been roughened, no?” ask Anita again.
“Nih, cheek!” Hand Kinanthi framed her face, “bored it felt to be in contact with the skin of her hands,” grunted her annoyed.
“Begging?”
“Heem.” Kinanthi.
“Ngot so dream, if it is rough like that.” Anita.
A beautiful waitress who looks like a top model who used to appear on the cover of adult magazines comes to approach. Offer two glasses of mango coconut smoothie favorite drink in the cafe.
“We didn't order,” said Kinanthi politely.
The waiter smiled, “Master who sat there, who booked it for you,” he replied as he looked towards Mr. Nabastala sitting down.
“Oh. Then thank you,” timpal Kinanthi.
“Sama-sama. Enjoy.”
Hurriedly they sucked the contents in the glass, after the waiter passed.
“Eh, by the way how did you get here,” asked Kinanthi later. Of course he was astonished. Because the cafe they visited was an elite cafe of conglomerates.
“Continues. Then again, the boss. And accidentally see you are the same him.”
Kinanthi laughed at Anita's advanced lips, pointing at Mr. Nabastala.
“Yah ...”
Kinanthi sighed disappointed, not even the taste of kangennya cured, his best friend was about to leave again.
“Truly sorry, have to go back to work, nih.”
“Ya already, deh.”
It also feels unbearable, if until Anita diomeli same fierce boss. A warm hug as a sign of separation.
“Get yourself,” order Anita before stepping away.
Kinanthi looked at the departure of her best friend blankly. He felt, Anita's life was one step luckier than her.
••••
Almost three hours had Kinanthi kept silent, his gaze sinking with a sea of beauty before his eyes. He had to wait for his master who was enjoying dinner with a beautiful woman. Suddenly he felt dizzy, his head was dizzy. Maybe his body is not friendly with the cold that began to cross. Moreover, the clothes he was wearing were thin and only a layer.
The master is now standing on the edge of the rooftop after finishing his dinner. Still busy chatting with a young woman around the age of Mayang. But this one looks even more beautiful.
His body was wrapped in a tight white shirt with a cardigan pattern checkered sleeveless lining, a cream-colored circular belt as a form of accessories. With a cardigan length of two inches above the knee that is able to hide the super shorts he was wearing. Both look great.
Kinanthi approached the master, standing three steps behind him. “Master,” call Kinanthi weak.
Mr. Nabastala turned, accompanied by the choke.
“Youh. You're here bring baby sister everything?” satirize the girl who was with Mr. Nabastala.
“Kinan.”
“Oh, so he? That girl you just told me about? Emang, what's special? The cake doesn't have, deh.”
Sentences of innuendo slid from the red-flamed lip. The aura of dislike is clearly highlighted from the eyes of the girl. But Kinanthi doesn't care. He just wanted to say, he couldn't stand it.
His body staggered forward, striking the beautiful woman before him. Seeing that, of course, made the master angry. He thought Kinanthi was looking for something.
“What are you doing this?” Mr. Nabastala felt emotion. In the thrust of Kinanthi's body to fall without a fight.
“Cih, basic advocate. Embarrassing,” snapped the rough chick.
Mr. Nabastala felt humiliated by Kinanthi's behavior, he left Kinanthi who was still knocked down without a care. He thought, Kinanthi would soon follow him. He held the hand of the woman standing beside him tightly.
“Sorry!”
“Ngak what. What matters now is that you realize, if basically he is just an uneducated advocate.”
The two go hand in hand, with the fingers interlocked. The curvature of the smile was visible from the corner of the lips of the beautiful woman.
Kinanthi was helpless, losing in maintaining his consciousness. His body was falling onto the cold tiled floor, everything he saw was swirling. After that, there was nothing else he could remember as his eyes tightened.
••••
In the parking lot, a security guard ran across Mr. Nabastala. With a gasp of breath he asked, “What's right, you named Nabastala Narendra?”
“Iya, why?”
Distinguished people such as Mr. Nabastala are always probing, using his instinct of power to look down on people like a security guard.
“Who is he?” ask the beautiful woman who was with him.
“Entah.”
Along with the head, it shows that the master does not recognize who the person in the uniform of the security guard in front of him.
“Women who were with you rooftop earlier, fell unconscious,” clearly pak security guard.
“Faints?”
Like the impact of the waves, his chest felt rumbling. He hurriedly left the parking lot, leaving the woman he had just taken with him. Regret enveloped why he treated Kinanthi so easily without waiting for his explanation. Why is his body so fragile?
“Crazy. He had not eaten,” umpatnya as the footsteps widened. “Nabas, Nabas ... What have you done to him?” His mouth grumbled.
“Nabas ... How do I keep me?” yelled the girl who was with Mr. Nabastala. Her name is Luna-sang former who once left her a few years ago when again unfortunately. Now he's back, hoping to get it back.
“Terserah,” shouted back Mr. Nabastala who was getting away.
