The Prince's Chess Piece
Unusual Attention
The owner of the pale face was still helplessly rolled on the bed of the room of the hospital VIP Deluxe Suite Kemang. A private hospital famous for luxury in South Jakarta numbers. With an infusion hose attached to the back of his left palm.
I don't know what is entering the mind of Mr. Nabastala so royal squandered some of his money for the treatment of Kinanthi whose pain is fairly trivial.
The lentic eyelashes look like they are moving. Mr. Nabastala who was sitting on the chair beside the bed kept watching. Maybe soon Kinanthi will be awakened, thought the master. And sure enough those eyes started to blink.
Mr. Nabastala, who was still in disbelief, rubbed both his eyeballs. Afraid he's still on the black level.
“Kinan,” call him softly while bending his body right in front of Kinanthi's face, “you've been weaned?”
There's no response. Maybe the patient still needs to condition his condition with voices around, so he can not immediately answer the question.
A few minutes later Kinanthi's hand moved more stably, about to reach for the blanket to cover his body. He was shivering.
“Di–ngin,” his moans are barely audible.
“Cold?” ask sir, make sure.
“Mm.”
Of course, Mr. Nabastala's hand immediately tidied the blanket used Kinanthi up to the shoulder. Without thinking longer, immediately released a jacket wrapped in a stocky body with the six-pack stomach of the women's dreams, he added to blanket a weak body rolled.
“Begini, still cold?”
Eyelids with plump fur that adorn the end open perfectly. His lips were about to say something. But urung. Like there was a sense of doubt.
“Why?”
Seeing that, the master approached to point his ear to the side of Kinanthi's lips.
“Di–so cold, Tu–tuan.”
The master understood what to do, he clasped the girl's body into his arms, negating the barrier between the two. After first he pressed one of the buttons on the wall of the room, on top of the bed Kinanthi. This is a sign that the patient needs help.
A hug was really like a mustajab medicine for Kinanthi's body that was shivering in the cold. Warm Eve just channeled from the body of the master, in silence Kinanthi also enjoyed the embrace.
A knock on the door rang out, Mr. Nabastala moved his head, turning his head. Then stood up, a middle-aged man using a long-sleeved ‘snelli’ - an oversized white coat for a doctor-mengulum smile after standing face to face with Mr. Nabastala.
“What do patients complain about?” ask the doctor friendly.
“She shivered in the cold, Doc.”
“Only that?”
The doctor did not immediately check, his view was actually circulating because he felt the room temperature exactly the cooling machine. Then he laughed, making Mr. Nabastala frown. Surprised by the unnatural laughter of a doctor.
“Kok, Doctor laughs instead?”
“You are funny,” replied the doctor in between his laughter. “Maybe you are used to sleeping with a cold room temperature, while he is not. Of course his body responds to excessive cold by shivering,”.
Mr. Nabastala still does not understand the explanation of the doctor. Isn't the cold room temperature with a thick blanket actually makes sleep more soundly, that's what he's been feeling.
“You see, the AC remote controller attached to the wall above the nightstand?” The doctor's eye gaze leads, “room temperature indicated the tool is 17°C. For him it was too cold, because it was not used.”
Lord Nabastala was astonished by what he saw. Worth it, Kinanthi shivered so intensely. Although he himself did not feel, because his days were used to being in the air-conditioned room.
“Mm. Sorry, Doc!” Mr. Nabastala blushed. Didn't expect to be in such a stupid condition, even though he was a learned man. “About, patients when can go home, Doc?” the question then, just dispel the awkwardness of his mistakes.
“Based on the results of the examination, the patient's condition has improved. Maybe I can go home tomorrow. But, remember! Must eat regularly so that the ulcer does not recur and again—” The doctor pauses while looking back at the patient's report book that is being held. “Now entering the transition season, please also pay attention to the clothes, so it is not easy to catch a cold.”
“Good, Doc. Thank you.”
“Then I excuse you first.”
The doctor came to the door. Just when Mr. Nabastala opened the door, in front of the door stood Luna. He counted until the doctor who examined Kinanthi passed, then he greeted Luna.
“Ngapain you here?”
The feeling of wonder mixed with annoyance enveloped. Why did he show up at the hospital. Just disturb.
“Emang can't? This is a public place,” replied Luna Ketus. With his habit he went in without asking permission.
“Hei, Kinan! How are you, you? Already improved?” greet Luna snobs familiar.
Kinanthi smiled awkwardly and nodded without replying to Luna's greeting.
Of course make Luna feel like being ignored like that, “Hiuh, arrogant very much! Deserve to like nyosor men,” he said.
“Luna! What the hell are you?” mister Nabastala.
“Sorry, Brother! Kinan didn't mean it that way,” explains Kinanthi.
Mr. Nabastala felt the need to drag the arm of the beautiful woman who had once plugged it out immediately, not wanting to see the woman linger in the hospital.
“Out!” mr. Nabastala's snapping gets louder.
“Master, don't be so,” pinta Kinanthi in a clear voice.
“Halah, looking for attention,” taunted Luna.
Without mocking Luna's taunts, Kinanthi tried to get up. His body still felt very weak, but he did not like the existence of Luna who continued to assemble a time bomb that was ready to explode at any time from her annoying mouth.
Forcibly removed the infusion tube on the back of his left hand. Fresh blood seeps from the needle marks embedded in the infusion hose.
“Kinan, what are you doing?”
Mr. Nabastala quickly hunted Kinanthi, he was so panicked to see the ridiculous act.
“When will it heal like this?”
“Hiuh, the bottom of the drama,” taunted Luna who did not like the spectacle before her.
Kinanthi again did not speak the words that Luna said. For him it was like a daily snack that he had used to listen to at home.
But in my heart who knows? Mr. Nabastala was actually offended at Luna's taunts. However, the nature of his temperament this time was relatively calm, so he was still able to hold back anger for a while.
“You press this tissue and do not remove it until the blood does not seep again. I'll call the doctor first.”
A flash landed on Kinanthi's forehead covered in the bangs of her messy hair. The hue of the cheeks implies a sense of timidity. Luna did not believe her vision. How could Nabastala have done that low?
“You!?” Legs jerking.
“Come out of you now!”
The look in the man's eyes revealed an aura of stifled anger. It was actually not foreign for Luna to see such an event. It used to be often done by her ex-lover while still dating.
“Nabas! Why the hell did you choose that hick woman over me?” Luna sulked, her hands starting to twitch.
“Don't you think that whining like that can melt my feelings.”
“Nabas, you are evil, ih!”
“Wicked where? You're the one who left me, when I was again alas, huh?”
“That incident was a long time ago, Nabas. I have also apologized. You still remember it.” Luna lowered her head, not expecting her act to be so revealing the wound in Nabastala's heart.
“You think, if I forget to keep you can hurt me again? Never will, Lun! Go now, I don't want you to be here.”
Luna knew, the sentence that slid from Nabastala's lips just now was a must. He can not refuse, later it will only cause unpleasant disputes.
“Nabas,” call Luna drift, “catch a minute can?”
“Do you need a security guard who dragged you out of here?” snapped Mr. Nabastala full of decisiveness.
Sometimes people generalize wounds even though each sufferer is different. Especially heartbreak. They said, after all, equally hurt. It will heal over time.
However, in reality it was not for Nabastala. He still holds the old wounds incised by the former until now.
Despite years of trying to cure his heartache. Various methods were done, some silly things he also tried; heartbroken medicine is looking for a replacement. That was the advice of his best friend Mahika.
Quite the contrary, instead of being able to forget it is even deeper in celebrating loss. Until he gets bored by himself and finally meets Kinanthi. The young girl who was now beginning to captivate her heart, was slowly treating her injuries.
