The Prince's Chess Piece
Disillusioned
“*Or, you did deliberately harm, Mayang?” asked Mr. Nabastala suddenly.
“What? Sir is still sane*?”
The question kept ringing in Kinanthi's ears all day. He did not expect that his master would be such a cruel prejudice, especially without evidence. What is the purpose of trying, until it has such a super jerky intention against Mayang? How outrageous!
Where maybe a cute girl seems to have the guts to harm evil intentions. Even killing rogue cockroaches that roam the kitchen floor stealing food scraps alone he did not dare.
Mr. Nabastala was inhumane and he accused him so. Fortunately Kinanthi had memorized plus minus of the nature of the master, so yes. Let's just say the question is the buzzing of a lost bee.
With a heart of heart Kinanthi forgave. Although it does not mean that his heart will be welcomed by others.
Almost a day after surgery, Mayang has not been awake. He was still on the bed in a special room. As per the procedure of handling the hospital no one should enter the room, except doctors and special nurses who handle.
The family could only put his face peering through the clear glass on the wall to see the patient. In front of the room, Kinanthi walked back and forth. He was only alone.
Mr. Nabastala and the lady have been home since the operation. Herman has gone nowhere. Kinanthi did not dare to ask this that. He knew Mr. Herman's mind was in turmoil, so he chose to be quiet.
“Kinan!”
The presence of Mr. Herman who had not been aware of Kinanthi since when, the sturdy man had stood behind him with a face so masai. In his hand were two bottles of mineral water.
“Ee.”
A bottle of mineral water was thrust towards him.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Without answering, without a nod of the head as a signal for an answer ‘iya’, Mr. Herman just silent with his disheveled face bent. An anxious father, afraid of losing the light of his life.
“You'd better sit down,” advises Kinanthi with his gentle voice.
Hand-guided by Mr. Herman to a seat beside the wall, no rejection. Kinanthi sat down next to him.
Some days they both drown in silence. Occasionally, a puff of breath was heard, Mr. Herman was so heavy full of inner charge pressure.
“Excuse Kinan, Sir,” shrewd Kinanthi break silent.
“Pardon is not important anymore, Kinan. The most important thing now Mayang soon siuman.”
Kinanthi understood, asking Mr. Herman to forgive him is not easy. However, he must explain that he really did not mean to harm Mayang. But how?
“Can Kinan ask something, Sir?” With great care Kinan was about to ask.
“What?”
“Bapak knows that Mayang is pregnant?”
Mr. Herman looked closely at Kinanthi. His face flushed red with anger, his hands clenched.
“Im sorry, Kinan. Shouldn't ask like that.”
Once again Kinanthi apologized, he was scared to death to see a change in attitude to Mr. Herman who continued to clench his fists tightly with teeth chattering. Kinanthi held back again, and thankfully from the direction of the door immediately exited a nurse of Mayang's age, hastily Kinanthi approached.
“Is the patient awake?” tanyanya politely.
“Oh, sorry.” The nurse smiled, “we forgot to tell, that the patient was awake about ten minutes ago.”
Hearing that feeling Kinanthi was relieved instantly. His gaze collided with the blind gaze of Mr. Herman who had approached the nurse who was guarding Mayang with a smile. Mayang will definitely heal quickly, Kinanthi prayer in the heart.
“Keep how is my daughter's condition now, Sus?” Mr. Herman chimed in.
“It is better, soon to be moved to the nursery.”
“Thank you, Sus.” Kinanthi and Mr. Herman spoke simultaneously.
“Good. Then excuse me.”
We looked at the nurse's back, which was moving away. Mr. Herman's anger seems to have subsided.
“Master and mistress they should know soon this news,” muttered Kinanthi, “ah .. but dear.” He pursed his lips in a sign of disappointment.
“Why?”
Mr. Herman who saw the change in face Kinanthi of course felt astonished. Strange that boy. Already mengedumel himself suddenly manyun just like that.
“Kinanthi don't bring mobile.”
“Where is your phone?”
“Lah, this Father! Mobile Kinan ‘kan Bapak sita,” gerundel Kinanthi.
“Kan already purchased the same new Mr?”
“How dare Kinan wear.”
Mr. Herman almost exploded his laughter, if not immediately remember his daughter was lying weakly on the hospital bed.
“You are stupid or what the hell?”
Kinanthi did not answer, he chose to stay away from Mr. Herman again sitting on the waiting bench. Why does everyone around him always say he's stupid. Is he that stupid? Actually, he didn't feel that stupid. But sometimes it is just as people say.
••••
Kinanthi threw her ass at the dining room chair. He sat in front of Idah who was cleaning dirty dishes used for dinner.
“Kok quiet, Bi? Where are they going?”
Not answering, aunty just shook her head while making dirty dishes. Strange, thought Kinanthi.
He rushed to his room upstairs. Climb the stairs one by one while counting. He deliberately did it to dispel the fatigue of the mind that was suffering from it. Arriving in front of the room, the door was open. Bizarrely.
“Who is inside?” he thought he was running in.
Not expecting the master was in the room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with a pattern of pink roses his favorite. Mr. Nabastala looks moody.
“Kok is home?” ask the gentleman slowly.
“Well, who told Kinan to come home? To send a driver to pick up everything,” grumbled Kinanthi.
“I mean, really fast to get home, Non Kinan! Understand?”
“Hah?”
Kinanthi deliberately ruffled her hair, holding back the shame that was no longer stumbling. It felt like he was running away, but his legs felt heavy to step on.
“What's the situation, Mayang?”
Soon the master realized the awkwardness that Kinanthi was feeling, then he tried to divert the chatter.
“So it's sober, continue to say doctor, should not be spoken to for too long. So ... Kinan has not seen the state of Mayang, because Mr. Herman does not allow.”
“Oh.”
An answer that glides easily forms circles on the lips, sounds most annoying to women like Kinanthi. It has long been the same as the vast ocean of love one soap opera on private television, he explained. And the response given is only ‘oh’. Oh my God!
“Neither tired stand still?” ledek the lord.
Oh my God, I want Kinanthi to drown the man sitting in front of him in the bathtub, let him gasp like a fish short of breath. Looks like ‘kan exciting? Thinking about it all of a sudden Kinanthi's lips curved up by itself.
“Why smile?”
“Kinan tired of taking a shower first.” Of course Kinanthi was lying. How dare to be honest. It can be chopped into fried perkedel.
“Don't be long!”
“Master want to wait here?”
As the owner of the house, Mr. Nabastala certainly has the right to do the things he wants without anyone's consent. Including waiting for Kinanthi to take a bath.
“Crazy,” muttered Kinanthi before getting into the bathroom.
••••
Almost an hour of Kinanthi soaking in a bathtub. No matter the pounding on the door that the master did many times. The last time the bathroom door slammed was heard about five minutes ago.
“Master out for a while, justin Kinan change clothes, otherwise—”
“Neither?”
“Kinan will not go outside.”
“Pick!”
“Five more minutes.”
And five minutes passed. Now he saw the master standing outside the room with his waist behind the door. Kinanthi's laughter broke, he was twisted. Just this time saw the master can do that segemes.
“Actually what's the matter, Mister?” asked Kinanthi in between her laughter.
His name is also the master, of course, likes to do at will. “Log in,” command.
Like a buffalo poked his nose, Kinanthi also according to him. Also when the master told him to close the door, again according.
“Sit, gih!”
“Master, what's the matter? Mr.'s behavior is strange, deh.”
“Sit!” repeat hard.
Kinanthi no longer refuted, he was sitting on the edge of the bed. While the master stood looking at him, making a puff.
“Kinan.”
Kinanthi's sense of hearing captured different frequencies of sound, there must be hidden intent behind it.
“I'm sorry, Kinan.” The sentence slid free from the lips of the Lord Nabastala. Kinanthi could hardly believe his hearing.
He looked up. Kinanthi's gaze clashed, looking at each other for something between each other's manic wells. “Master apologizes? What to try?”
Mr. Nabastala's hand grabbed a pink round puff chair 40 cm in diameter from under the dresser, then sat it right in front of Kinanthi.
“Aibi has told me everything.” Mr. Nabastala started telling stories.
Kinanthi was gobsmacked with every move of Mr. Nabastala's lips. He was not so focused on listening to explanations. However, the point is he understands, that Mayang has deliberately spilled shampoo liquid on the floor next to the bathtub. It can be suspected that the floor becomes slippery and can make Kinanthi slip to fall when they want to shower. Cliche way of harming someone.
And also about Mayang's pregnancy, Kinanthi believed that her master really did not know before.
“So?” Kinanthi deliberately cut off the explanation that was uttered.
“Sorry, it's been so bad to think of you.”
“Kinan is full,” Kinanthi replied lightly.
“Means?”
“Kenyang treated like that.”
Everyone can easily believe what he is seeing, even though in reality it is not as it seems. A misunderstanding often begins.
Kinanthi stepped out of the room, planning to sleep anywhere. As long as his heavily sleepy eyes were immediately closed. He did not want to pretend to be holding back his drowsiness. No matter the master who squinted his eyes looked at him with a million questions.
BRACKET!
The door closed it loudly as a deep disappointed vent. Yes, Kinanthi felt disappointed towards Lord Nabastala who did not believe his talk.
