The Prince's Chess Piece
Conspiracies
It was strange to get such a suddenly special treatment. Though in the previous days he was like betting his life to find unpleasant treatment. Anger that suddenly exploded, slaps burst forth like a kiss on the cheek of an adorable little boy.
Almost a week Kinanthi was treated like a queen in the house of Lord Nabastala. All the daily necessities he needed were available in the new room he now occupied. After returning from the hospital, Mr. Nabastala prepared a special room for him. Right next to his own room.
The room used to be occupied by Luna every time she stayed. After they broke up the room was transformed into a warehouse by Mr. Nabastala as an outlet of his anger. But now, the room had lost memories of its past after being occupied by Kinanthi.
Of course, Mr. Nabastala's preferential treatment of Kinanthi made Mayang even more vengeful. He secretly devises an evil plan to harm Kinanthi. But his courage was never as smooth as his plan. Until he waited for the right time.
“Hopefully this time succeeded,” murmured while pouring shampoo liquid on the bathroom floor.
The last two days, Mr. Nabastala has been busy with work outside the city. Mayang was tasked with guarding Kinanthi for a while. Even with a big heart, Mayang had to accept it.
Feeling that opportunity was what he had been waiting for all this time to harm Kinanthi. Nabastala's mumpung wasn't home. That's how crazy thoughts are getting into his brain.
“Kinan, shower first! The warm water is ready,” cried Mayang from inside the bathroom.
Kinanthi didn't say. Honestly, he was very uncomfortable with the treatment of Mr. Nabastala who was too good for him. To the extent that looking for a special nurse to take care of him for a few days after returning from the hospital. He felt fine and could do it himself. However, the master was adamant with his stance.
Tok .. tok.
“Who?” asked Kinanthi from inside the room.
“Aibi, Non,” says a middle-aged woman with her trademark voice.
“Come in, Bi! Unlocked, kok.”
Because of Mr. Nabastala's concern for Kinanthi, in addition to the sisters he also sought a lackey from a certified foundation to replace all the tasks of Kinanthi cleaning the house. In the past, the master never did that, because he never trusted every stranger who lived in his house.
“Non, Kinan,” call Bi Idah - the name of the messenger that the master deliberately brought.
“What's up, Bi?”
“Master is back.”
“Master is back? He said a week he left, this is also two days.”
“If about it, ask directly Mister only, Non!”
Bi Idah smiled despite being slightly held back. Fear of offending Kinanthi. “Master asks Non Kinan to go down for a while,” added bi Idah.
“But Kinan has to shower first. The warm water will be cold. So, please tell me so same sir, yes, Bi!”
“Good then, Aunt get down first.”
Kinanthi looked at the back of the middle-aged woman who looked so motherly passed from her room.
“Kinan, very long anyway?” Mayang poking his head from inside the bathroom, “water is cold rush tauk.”
“Sorry.”
Threw the towel he had prepared on the bed, his legs stepped with caution.
“Honey, thank you so much for helping Kinan. Later I said to Mr. Nabas, so you do not have to bother anymore like this.”
The towel that Kinanthi was holding he hooked on the hanger. While Mayang bengong in place holding the handle of the shower
“Darling you why?”
“Nabas is back?” Hurry Mayang replied so as not to arouse suspicion.
“Yes, just now aunty who told me. Said I was told to go down first with Mr. Nabas.”
“Well, why don't you go down first?”
“Honey the water is cold.”
Kinanthi was about to step into the bathtub. Mayang's hand rush pulled Kinanthi's body away from the bathtub before the shampoo he accidentally spilled stepped on. The tiny body was almost staggered at the inability to pull Mayang's hand. Fortunately, he quickly mastered himself.
“Why the hell, May? Strange you are it.”
“You come out first, meet Nabas,” replied Mayang with great emphasis.
“I've told my aunt if you want to shower first. Maybe it's okay if you wait a little longer,” explains Kinanthi feel relaxed. “So, I better take a shower first.”
“Later,” Mayang snapped like people were angry.
The two engaged in a fight, Kinanthi was about to scramble into the bathtub while Mayang forbid it. So exciting to fight the two pull each other and push pushing. Mayang forgot the splash of shampoo behind him.
Till, arghhh ....
His body lost balance, he staggered and fell face down. Almost Mayang's forehead hit the edge of the bathtub eg Kinanthi not immediately hunt him and let his arm as a shield.
The loud and simultaneous hysterical screams made bi Idah and Mr. Nabastala who heard it immediately ran in towards the sound.
Mayang lying unconscious with the condition of the head on the lap of Kinanthi. Fresh blood seeped from behind the skirt she was wearing. Kinanthi cried as she did not understand what was going on.
Mr. Nabastala and bi Idah looked at each other for what he was seeing.
“Bi, call an ambulance immediately!” the master's orders. “Soon, Bi!” resolute again.
THE PLAQUE!
A hard slap landed hard on Kinanthi's cheek, he had already expected it. Mr. Nabastala has always done so against him without wanting to further explore the circumstances that actually happened. It was no surprise to him.
“You can not, do not harm the people around you?” he shouted in anger, “free also I am good to you.”
There was nothing to explain, just her tears that represented every pain she was feeling. Kinanthi's lips continued to clench tightly; silent, sewn stillness of the inner wound.
He believes that if one day the truth will be revealed by itself. So, no need to bother explaining. He just needs to wait. Waiting for the truth to be revealed.
••••
Almost an hour and a half Mayang was in the IGD with the monitoring of the doctor's care. The madam sat beside Kinanthi with a look of sadness emanating from her naturally beautiful face, this time without any makeup polish.
“Hust, we talk to you briefly.” Mr. Herman was whispering near the madam.
Of course the Kinanthi sitting next to each other heard clearly without the need to eavesdrop.
Madam shakes her head, “Don't now.”
“When? Until Mayang's secret is revealed?”
The mistress followed in Herman's footsteps. They were standing a bit away from Kinanthi's seat, yet their whereabouts were still clearly visible.
The IGD door opened, a female doctor around the head of four in her service coat stepped outside.
“You are a family of patients?” ask the doctor.
Lord Nabastala nodded weakly.
“You are patient, the fetus in the womb of your wife can no longer be saved.”
“That's to say, Doc?”
Kinanthi who was sitting could freely notice the change in attitude of the master. His eyes now look like they are about to jump. Kinanthi himself is in a phase that is not much different. Didn't believe his hearing.
“So you don't know yet, if your wife is pregnant.”
“Pregnant?”
Kinanthi and Mr. Nabastala asked the same question. From a distance the lady and Mr. Herman approached.
“How is my daughter's condition, Doc?”
“You're his father?”
Mr. Herman gave a nod, “Iya Doc, I am his father.”
“Then, we need your consent to perform surgery,” explained the female doctor kindly but still firmly. “Your daughter is bleeding heavily from a fall. Since the age of the womb has entered the number 4 months more, then not all fetal tissue or placenta can be shed by itself. That's why we need surgery to remove the fetal remains.”
“Dok, should not curettage be done?” asked the madam felt there was a little awkwardness in the handling that was being done by the doctor. Is it so, the miscarriage that Mayang experienced was so serious?
“We take a lot of consideration over the current condition of the patient. Considering the only best way is to perform surgery, because if only by curette action we can not guarantee maximum results. But I'm all returning to the family decision. Excuse me.”
The doctor passed, maybe he needed a short break from the fatigue of busyness after handling the patient.
“Doctor.” Mr. Herman aligned his steps with the doctor. “Just do your best for my daughter,” the door later.
As a good father, of course, always give the best for the healing of his beloved daughter. Similarly, Mr. Herman, he also wants the best for his baby.
“Then let's come with me to sign the operation action approval.”
“Good, Doc.”
••••
Mr. Nabastala did not believe his hearing, the news brought by the doctor was like a joke in the rainy season. Although not funny at all for him to listen, but able to make his body shiver trembling.
How could Mayang be pregnant? While the signs of pregnancy are not known at all. Because he never cared about Mayang, so he did not know the pregnancy. Kinanthi must know something?
Mr. Nabastala walked over to Kinanthi who remained seated without shifting from his original place. Actually we were both hit with the state of Mayang. But what can be, except praying to the Almighty so that Mayang is always in His protection. Yes ... although Mayang is annoying is also not good if you have to pray bad for him.
“Kinan, we have to talk?” Drag Mr. Nabastala away from the IGD room.
Kinanthi grimaced with pain in his arm which was held by the master.
“Nevent drama, so just grimace the cake of small children.”
Yes understand, Mr. Nabastala did not know about the condition of his arm that was blue bruised because it became a shield to avoid the impact of Mayang's forehead that almost hit the edge of the bathtub.
“You know Mayang is pregnant?” ask the master full of search.
“No,” replied Kinanthi weakly.
“Yakin?”
“Master doesn't believe?” Kinanthi asked back.
Then the two are silent to each other with their respective minds. Kinanthi suddenly recalled a mysterious conversation with the mistress we had accidentally stolen hearing one night.
“Master still remembers?”
“What?”
“A man's threat to the mistress that night?” said Kinanthi enthusiastically.
“When?”
“When we stole their talk.”
“Jadi—?”
“Ya it might be a conspiracy.” Kinanthi pursed her lips about to sneer at the master.
The master did not react to the actions of Kinanthi, in his heart he justifies the words of Kinanthi. All this time his mother forced him to marry Mayang. It could be all that as a cover to cover the disgrace of Mayang and make it as the father of the child who is being conceived. It's a crazy idea who's trying? And the threat to the conversation that night what does that mean?
“Or, you did deliberately harm, Mayang?” ask the master suddenly.
“What? Sir still sane?”
