The Prince's Chess Piece
When Not Should
The charm of dew fell, as the rays of the sun opened the curtains of the morning blind dream. The whirlwind rubbed against the fragile grass, crisscrossed to the brim, obedient to the provisions of the universe without regret being left behind.
On a comfortable bed, the body was immersed in a blanket patterned with roses. The coldness came over and over again, escaping the open window frame. Sometimes he likes to neglect to close it at dusk invite him to chat on the edge of the window.
The light of the arunika broke through, stroking the cheeks of Kinanthi who increasingly looked chubby, the preferential treatment of Mr. Nabastala.
The word ‘aneh’ becomes the first sentence that disturbs his mind even though consciousness has not fully accumulated. Since when is the right dining room in the middle of the large room exposed to sunlight? Or maybe? He was wrong last night when he laid the mat.
He squirmed, his net narrowed the glare exposed to sunlight. He saw the ceiling of the room, the ceiling with large-small crescent moon ornaments overlapped in the middle. Light pink paint combined with gray to be her favorite color. And all of it managed to seize the first sight of the morning that the sense of sight involved.
Then turn your head to the right towards the window. The frame is open, making a transparent pink curtain of 3D rose motifs fluttering like Sang Saka Merah Putih on the ceremonial arena flagpole. And that means?
Everything he saw, reflexes made him immediately sit down, almost jumping from the bed so shocked. How could that happen? The inner war raged immediately.
“Available!” sir Nabastala greeted him from behind the bathroom door.
“Master!” shout loudly, “kok can?” The sense of wonder immediately burst.
Though as he remembered, last night Kinanthi intended to sleep in the room bi Idah. Unfortunately aunt was asleep and the door to her room was locked, so she chose to undo her intentions.
Kinanthi rolled out a mat next to the dining table. He thought it was safer because no one would cross the place unless the aunt sometimes forgot something at the dinner table.
“Kok can what?”
“Kinan kok can be in room?”
Though hesitating Kinanthi said what he was thinking. Ogah lingered with a curious desire.
“Why can't you? You continue to walk alone to the room. Not aware of what?” ledek the master while smiling.
“Not possible.” Kinanthi patted her own eel while shaking her head.
“What is impossible?”
The master bowed, aligning his gaze with the face of Kinanthi sitting on the bed. Both of his sturdy hands were mashed on the spring bed to support his athletic body.
“Master must be lying,” shouted Kinanthi loudly.
He did not want to believe in the words of his master. Where could he be delirious to keep walking alone to the room. Is there anyone delirious about memorizing their own room? The infuriating questions kept lingering in Kinanthi's mind.
“Morning is stormy.” The madam who heard a fight between the two went into the room, which happened to be unlocked.
“Ma ..”.
“Mrs.”
“Kalian—”
His lips call to each other. Kinanthi who felt embarrassed early in the morning was caught in the room with Mr. Nabastala made increasingly wrong behavior.
“I shower first.” Kinanthi tried to avoid awkwardness.
Hurriedly he got off the bed, his feet immediately stepped into the bathroom. Do not forget to grab the towel in front of him.
“Wait!” the madam shouted holding back Kinanthi's steps.
“You slept in a room?”
Both nod. Uh no. After nodding Kinanthi tried to shake his head. He doesn't know the real situation last night. Because he fell asleep so soundly after a day of pacing in the hospital waiting for Mayang. His feet feel so sore.
“Which is right?”
The two looked at each other. The master stepped closer to his mother. “Why the hell, Ma? Not that mama already knows our relationship that ever was.”
Mr. Nabastala re-establishes contact with Kinanthi when his mother arrives. Didn't he ever catch us who were, ah.
“You'll be sorry, Nabas!” threaten mommy.
“Nabas more regret if you get married with Mayang and only made a shield to cover his disgrace, Ma!”
“You—”
There was a look of annoyance on the face of the woman whose hair began to be overgrown with one, two gray hair. He was so disappointed with the decision of his only son who chose Kinanthi instead of marrying Mayang to keep his family's good name.
Wait up! His family's good name? Ah, no. The family name of Mayang.
••••
“Kinan,” call Mr Nabastala, “long very in the bathroom?”
“Emang why, can't you?” kinan was unclear. He seemed to be rinsing after brushing his teeth.
“Not so.”
“Terus?”
“That's my towel you're wearing.”
Suddenly their world turned in silence, only the sound of crickets swirling in both ears each out of nowhere came. Kinanthi oh Kinanthi, how reckless you are.
••••
“Sorry, accidentally,” Kinanthi held out a towel belonging to the master that he had accidentally taken.
“Master! Very cool, ngajakin Kinan fight?”
“Finally you're engrossed.”
“Hah, sir said cool? What is so cool?”
“Yes just so cool, lah!”
“Master!”
Almost Kinanthi glared when there was no knock on the door.
“Log in,” order Mr. Nabastala.
“What's up, Bi?” ask both at the same time.
“Anu.” The aunt smiled while carrying a tray of porridge and a glass of warm tea. “Order, Mr.”
“Thank you.”
“I put it here, Mr.”
The tray is placed on a small round table beside the window. Then the aunt resigned herself to continue her other work.
When looking at the aunt putting the tray, a strange feeling came to Kinanthi's mind. It was not the breakfast menu requested. Rather, since when he whose status was only a slave was deliberately brought home. How, suddenly incarnated as a princess who did nothing? Sinting you Kinanthi.
“Sorry, Sir. Looks like I have to wash the towel Master first.” Kinanthi immediately turned away.
“Kinan, wait a minute.”
Step Kinanthi stalled, “There's more, Mister?” tanyanya nervous. Strange feeling of.
“Breakfast first, gih. While the porridge is still warm. Later if it is cold so not good.”
Confused what Kinanthi should do, reject of course not tasty, accept let alone. “Let's go, Sir. Kinan wash this first, later the afternoon hunt is not dry.” Just so he makes an excuse.
“If you say do not ngeyel, herein the towel!” the master's orders were firm. ”Use laundry services is easy.”
The rich are always free, anything can be at will. Kinanthi had to spend a bowl of red rice porridge mixed with sweet potatoes. Pretty good, but feel eating MPASI baby grandpa.
“Weird human base,” maki Kinanthi in heart.
Kelar spent a bowl of porridge, of course Kinanthi had to return the dirty bowl and wash it. However, again the strange handsome master forbade him.
“Sit down, let aunt take it.”
“Kok can be so?”
“Emang you are not curious, how can you move to the room?”
Of course Kinanthi immediately put on a curious expression high. Eiffel Tower on the Seine River in Paris.
“Kok, can?”
“Bi Idah who saw you first slept on the dining room floor.” The master started the story, “Bi Idah heard the sound of delusion kam—”
“That's worse Kinan ngigau?”
“Dengerin first if anyone talks, it's!”
“You are delirious so hard, apologizing equally Mr. Herman.” Mr. Nabastala continues the Idah bi story, “keep your body shivering. Of course aunt is worried about your circumstances.”
“And aunt woke up, Mister?” guess Kinanthi.
“Mm.”
“So, the Master who brought Kinan to the room?”
“Whose do you think? Mr Herman? And one more you have to indemnify,”.
Aiya ... Kinanthi's problem increases. Just been hit by a lot of misfortune because of carelessness as well as selfish nature. Now what else will happen to him? Just try not to sulk last night and run away from the room, forcing yourself to sleep in the dining room. Surely none of that will happen. Yes, God ....
“What compensation?” Kinanthi frowned.
“Remortgage accompany me to sleep.”
“Hah! Mister didn't speak wrong??” yell Kinanthi slap.
“Ngak.”
“Master! Kinan beg not that one, the other napa? It's up to you, bye, anything.”
“No negotiations.”
With a struggling body, Kinanthi tried to break away from the sturdy arm that led him to his private room. It is over if the wild grunt becomes a witness to the destruction of an image that is still attached to his body as a pure virgin.
He does not want to be caught up in the misguidedness of the soul in the howl of a momentary emotional shock. Moreover, imprisoned after the action of violent manhood.
Arghb .... Do not let Mr. Nabastala label the stigma on him who is not a virgin.
“Do not arrive ...,” screams Kinanthi cursing in heart.
