The Prince's Chess Piece

Something Unexpected

The noise of the vehicle roar and also the car horn are mutually unpretentious, dominating every hearing that is crossing the Mampang Prapatan area, precisely on Jl. Kemang Raya's. Even though the return to work hours are still two hours away. However, the bottleneck was already snaking about a kilometer in length.

Based on temporary observations, congestion occurs at the front intersection of McDonald's red light. It was allegedly due to the actions of irresponsible motorists parked carelessly on the road.

Kinanthi was among one of the cars that were stuck in traffic and began to feel uncomfortable.

However, for Mr. Nabastala who was sitting behind the wheel actually felt the opposite. He enjoys the traffic jam he is experiencing because he can linger sitting with Kinanthi without anyone bothering.

Slow pop genre music bounces from audio installed in the vehicle cabin. The lyrics of love songs always managed to steal the hearts of its listeners like Mr. Nabastala one of them. He nodded while tapping his fingers on the steering wheel of the vehicle he was holding. Her lips sing along to the lyrics of the song.

“I hope all this is not just hope

And this hope is not just a fantasy

Let my ‘ keep it until it's wrinkled

And the white of her hair bears witness to my love for her

No messing with my heart

Whatever the obstacles I want with him” opening song lyrics titled ‘Kumau Dia’ performed by the vocalist ‘Andmesh’ who debuted his career from the event RS talent search on one of the private television stations.

The sound that sounded melodious made Mr. Nabastala more immersed in the martyrdom of the aroma of falling in love.

“Tumben again ngebucin?” chirps Kinanthi disperse the fantasy of the song that the master is listening to.

“Emang you, don't you?” Mr. Nabastala asked back expressionlessly.

“The story is back to asking. Basic Cockroach Fleas,” umpat Kinanthi exactly the sound of bees buzzing.

“Again toothache? By the way people gargle.”

Kinanthi glared, looking out at the car. On the sidewalk not far from the car he was riding, a pair of high school children; judging from the uniform that was being worn went hand in hand. Oh, so sweet!

“Ah, basic boy.” Again Kinanthi muttered, “still also wear uniform udah dating.”

“Emang you never dated?”

There was no answer from Kinanthi's lips, he preferred to look at the master who began to focus on driving slowly. So handsome.

“Master, where are we going, anyway?” tanya Kinanthi switched the conversation. He did not want to be involved further to talk about the affairs of feelings that are not necessarily at the end.

“Cafe La Viyu.”

“La Viyu?” Kinanthi repeated the name the master mentioned. It seemed like the name had been heard, but I didn't know when exactly. He cannot remember in detail.

Almost twenty minutes both of them were silent, focused with their respective views. Kinanthi recalled the task that had been entrusted to her. He became a companion of Mr. Nabastala who was about to meet his two companions - Ehzan and Mahika.

“Remember! Don't do much.” The words that kept ringing in Kinanthi's ears. Make him try extra careful. Along with a sense of anxiety that envelops.

What are his two best friends like?

••••

On the ninth floor, at the rooftop cafe La Viyu which was visited by Mr. Nabastala with Kinanthi some time ago. When he meets a client he says he turns out to be his ex-girlfriend Mr. Nabastala himself. It is only fitting when the master mentions the word ‘La Viyu’ sounds so familiar.

Mr. Nabastala chose the place in addition to its attractive view, also a relaxed atmosphere can eliminate fatigue at the weekend.

A heartwarming meeting for a friend who has not met for a long time. The two hugged each other taking off the longing then laughed crisply while joking.

“Known, it's Kinan.” Mr. Nabastala introduced Kinanthi to his two best friends.

“Hei, Kinan! I'm Mahika.”

The man named Mahika reached out her hand which was immediately welcomed by Kinanthi's helping hand. Both of them shake hands.

“Kinan,” sahut Kinanthi mentions his name.

“Ehzan.”

Mr. Nabastala's other friend called out his name and shook hands with Kinanthi.

“Kinan,” reply Kinanthi with smile.

Mr. Nabastala's best friend, both handsome guys, sat at a rectangular table, followed by Mr. Nabastala and Kinanthi.

Now, in front of them there are several types of drinks chosen according to their respective tastes. The master with a soft cold drink and mango coconut smoothie was deliberately ordered special for Kinanthi. Ehzan and Mahika decided to order a cocktail.

And even more surprising to Kinanthi, it turns out that the place where Mr. Nabastala was talking to his two best friends has been contracted in the long run. It is only fitting that he can freely go in and out of La Viyu cafe at will.

Kinanthi found out about it from two maids who were in a dossier as he passed by them after coming from the toilet.

“Enak yes, so the rich man, anything can be bought. Even time we also bought them.” The tanned blonde maid sounded like she was complaining.

“Hust! Don't say that! We should be happy, we can work like this. Not necessarily others as lucky as us.” Friend chimed. “Later if anyone hears it can be dangerous,” he added again.

“But come true, ‘kan? Time yes, the cafe is contracted just to hang out. If you do work, it is common. How to try with his partner, is it contracted too?”

Both of them were smiling. The presence of Kinanthi who was about to pass by instantly made them speechless, continuing to disperse from the less-than-grade grove.

“How was the development of Mega Project Ambisier whose tender you won at that time?” The man who had introduced himself to Kinanthi named Mahika started the conversation. “Listen-heard it's halfway?” From the look of his face was so enthusiastic waiting for an answer.

“Yes so, the forecast is completed in September next year,” replied the master while sipping a soft cold drink in front of him.

“Crazy, can it be that fast?” The turn of his best friend named Ehzan who looks more mature commented.

“All thanks to you. Until the project was completed very well. Without you, who am I.”

Kinanthi who did not understand the direction of the conversation just listened.

If observed further, the content of their conversation looks like business colleagues who trust each other. Even at that quiet time, what is discussed is still related to work.

As he was talking, a servant came over. Said softly beside Ehzan who just commented, “Master, your order is already coming.”

“Submit him to wait.”

“Good, Sir. I'm sorry.” The waiter in minimal clothes passed.

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet, looking at each other. Until Mr. Nabastala jokingly break the silence, “Your habits never change. Quickly come here, uh, it turns out—”

Hearing that, Mahika spouted her laughter. “Gih, samperin there! Ntar there is a kapok nyamber,” selorohnya.

“Sorry yes, Bro! I first unplug.” With a timid look Ehzan immediately left his two best friends

Consider the head of both as the answer. “Be careful, don't forget to wear a safety helmet!” shouted Mahika.

He did not hear the advice, because the footsteps were already away. Kinanthi continued to look at Ehzan's departure, who then approached a girl.

“Anita,” call Kinanthi while standing. His vision could not be wrong.

“Kinan, you why?” The master felt strange to see Kinanthi's behavior that began to look tacky.

“Kinan saw Anita, Mr.”

“Anita? Anita who?”

“Friend of Kinan, the woman who happened to meet here at the time,” he explained.

“So?” The two friends looked at each other.

“So why, Mister?” Kinanthi looked at the two in turn.

••••

“No way, no way.” Kinanthi was constantly in disbelief at the explanation of the master.

“As far as you are, yes that's how it is.” Mr. Nabastala gave up on explaining further.

Kinanthi's memory goes back to the track record of a few years ago, Anita who he knew was a kind and loving woman. He was also the one who had helped him when both his parents were entangled in the matter of leeches.

Anita helped her work odd jobs to pay off the debt and the interest of the leech that is increasingly entangling. Kinanthi also recalled, when the village thug who came to collect debts saw the weakness of his body, then negotiated with his parents.

“This boy's cake can also be a substitute for paying debts,” said the thug while holding the fur of his beard that grows unkempt.

Hearing that, Anita who was standing next to him refused outright. Whatever happens Kinanthi can't give up. Moreover, giving up his body to pay off his parents' debts.

But now, what was the explanation of his vision?

“Master, can't I ask you something?”

Mr. Nabastala looked at Kinanthi with a squeak on his forehead.

“Aiyoh, can you not?” ask Kinanthi to make sure.

Mahika who sat across the table and mertaut said, “If Nabas does not want to answer, ask me. Maybe I can help you answer.” With his head nodding, as a sign he was serious with his sentence.

“But—” Kinanthi hesitated, did not continue his sentence.

“You come home or keep talking about your weird friend?”

Kinanthi gawked at the behavior of the master who was always annoying. Sometimes good, sometimes make him scratch his head.

After saying goodbye to Mahika who still wanted to linger enjoying the beautiful panorama of the universe, Kinanthi ran following her master's steps.

Upon arriving at the lobby, his eyes were again stunned by what he saw. Anita struggled spoiled on the body of the man she had just met. Yes, that man Ehzan is the master's friend.

“So, sir's story about Anita that can be used is not a lie?” she asked like she was about to ask herself.

“Noh, still don't believe?”

The view of Mr. Nabastala looked straight at Anita who continued to bend with his legs. His hands were still swaying at the man who walked in line with him.

“So that time was not a coincidence to meet? Continue to mean order?”

“You are old enough to conclude.”

The world is always with a secret that no one can ever guess. Kinanthi, who always praised Anita if her life was more fortunate than him, now realized her life was even luckier than him.