The Prince's Chess Piece
Behind the Message
Maybe this is what we call the universe. A sudden sense of happiness stopped, his presence was unable to predict exactly when it would happen. Sometimes a little shy.
So did the wound, met at an accidental meeting, then asked to stay for a long time.
As sloping tears drenched his cheeks, Kinanthi's eyes looked at all directions, hidden lakuna on each blink.
The friend, Anita who had just become a real-life drama audience from a distance because she did not dare to get involved, is now inching closer. Although working on different floors can easily he know the circumstances around him.
Moreover, the feud that had just befell Kinanthi with Nabastala Narendra a reliable CEO whose name soared throughout the Mega Mall. He is a young entrepreneur who is famous in the property sector as well as founder of Bentang Langit Development Tbk. That's what Anita knows as long as she works in the elite mall.
Cuddled by the friend who was down, dielus-elus the head. Then began to sow wise pearls in the ears of his friend. “That's patient yes, Kin. There must be a silver lining, kok!”
Kinanthi is petrified, sitting on the floor of a granite tile with a very shiny surface. Pictures of moping faces are faintly seen there.
“An—” Kinanthi did not continue his sentence, unrest like he was struggling with his mind.
“Why?” As a good friend of course Anita understands the anxiety of Kinanthi.
“Please don't tell Dad or Mom about this incident, yes, An.” He looked at Anita's face, pleading, waiting for an answer.
“Ehm .. but I can't promise, Kin. You also know for yourself, my mouth is a bucket. By talking often.”
Kinanthi understood, her request was heavy for Anita. Anita's mouth when it's nerocos, like a tin of rhombus; clamoring. There will be no secrets in his life, which is certainly also like a leaky bucket will seep wherever he is.
So Anita does not have many friends because of her mouth. But for Kinanthi, Anita is a friend who is quite fun and also reliable apart from her rarely filtered speech.
“Luckily the Boss Nabastala kindly cake angel.” A person who had no known presence, was already standing beside Kinanthi in a cold voice full of arrogance.
Kinanthi turned her head, “Eh, the Boss.”
“Nih.” The hand of the man called Boss was outstretched, something that was in his grip was handed over to Kinanthi.
“What's this, Boss?” Kinanthi asked with her innocence while hesitatingly accepting something being extended. A box the size of a cell phone box.
“And this again—” The Boss handed two sheets of money hundreds of thousands on Kinanthi “Your salary a week. Tomorrow no need to come again.”
“Hah, I was fired huh, Boss?” asked Kinanthi with the exact expression of a tulalite.
The man called Boss passed by leaving the two without answering Kinanthi's question which did not need an answer. It's all clear.
“An, what the hell, about the contents? Don't have the bomb.” Kinanthi's gaze turned to the box, then lifted it and squinted, hoping that his gaze would be able to penetrate the existence of the contents of the box without the need to open it.
Anita was also very curious about the contents of the box that Kinanthi had just received.
“Ndn't be a bomb, Kin. Try tearing a wrap, let's not make curious.”
As commanded Kinanthi also passed the package box with a single hand.
Kinanthi's eyes glared, Anita who was beside him was in disbelief. How is it possible, Kinanthi found such a special gift. Famous brand phones that are being loved by kawula.
“Crazy, Kin! You're shit, what a shit, hell!” exclaim Anita reached the contents, immediately fondling the pink cell phone favorite of many women. “Apel box, Kin!”
Kinanthi doesn't care about any of that. He just did not expect, because the box wrapping cell phone dus has been replaced so differently.
Now the tail of Kinanthi's eyes are more interested in a piece of paper that is also pink, deliberately tucked in the bottom of the box.
“Don't be happy first, all there is a price.”
Huh. Kinanthi snorted in annoyance after reading the writing in the paper. He knew, there was always shrimp behind the flour that wanted to be fried exactly as he thought.
“About who yes, who loves this, Kin?” chirps Anita. His hands still hold that cool phone.
“Where do I know.”
He asked for a cell phone that his best friend was holding. “Dibalikin aja, yuk! Kan, serem nerima mobile phone from an unknown person.”
Dertt .. derttt ... derttt.
Suddenly the phone vibrates a sign of an incoming call without a ringtone. A name with a capital letter is all listed on the screen of the phone that is on. ‘SANG PRINCE’.
“Cih. Whatan, try?” The phone screen in Kinanthi's hand was directed at Anita's face.
Anita nodded, “Thank you, gih!”
“But I'm scared, An. Ntar if the fit is lifted, keep the phone exploding how?” kinanthi replied in doubt.
“Which is possible, lah, Kin. This is the elite mall area. The guard out there is also equipped with a handheld metal detector, there is no way a bomb carrier as easy as it can enter.” Anita explained at length the same with the extent of her love for the idol who is still a mystery to this day.
“Oh.”
Dertt .. derttt ... derttt.
“Snail basics.” There was the sound of a man cursing.
“Sorry, Sir. You who?” asked Kinanthi gently without being affected by the curse from across.
“Hunt to lobby!” the man snapped violently, without answering Kinanthi's question.
“Now, Mister?”
“Iya now. Time must wait snails can fly.”
“Ba—”
Tuttt .. tuttt.
Phone connection disconnected.
“No manners,” shouted Kinanthi growled. In a hurry, he cleaned up his stuff. Rushing towards the lobby.
“An ... thank you very much, yes.” Hugged by the friend who had been listening to Kinanthi talk.
“You take good care of yourself yes, Kin.” Anita advised, while releasing a hug.
“Don't forget, um ...” Kinanthi's hands clenched with her index finger and thumb meeting each other. Moving his hand quickly formed a horizontal direction from left to right of the lips.
“Iya, yes ...” Anita nodded her head to understand what her best friend meant.
“I go first.” Kinanthi's move was hasty. He headed to the lobby where someone was waiting for him.
••••
Lightning is seen striking each other at the horizon, a sign that it will soon rain. In the lobby, Kinanthi eyes were looking for something.
“Nona Kinanthi,” greet a father who has just approached her kindly.
“Sorry, Mr who?” ask Kinanthi kindly anyway.
“I Herman, Mr. Nabastala's man. He's been waiting for Miss in the car.”
Kinanthi's view was circulated towards the direction the father pointed to. A shiny black luxury car was parked there.
“Mari, Miss,” take the father so politely.
Kinanthi according to his invitation. He walked behind without asking much.
“Sila enter, Miss.” The father opened the front door.
“But, Pak—” Sentence Kinanthi hanging.
“Why, Miss?”
“I always get drunk when sitting in front.” Hearing Kinanthi's explanation, the father opened the back door. He turned his head a little inside. I don't know what to say. He did that for a moment.
“Say Sir, Miss must remain seated in front.”
“Ogah,” replied Kinanthi firmly.
“This is an order, Miss.”
“Command that I die quickly, so?”
Suddenly, a sturdy hand clasped his arm, then dragged and thrust his body into the back seat. Of course, that made him shocked. After Kinanthi entered and confirmed his foot was not caught, the door was slammed violently.
He looked at the man sitting next to him. A physical appearance that Kinanthi did not want to refute, handsome and dashing. The fragrance of perfume that emanates from his body further adds to the masculine impression of an athletic body.
“Use the seat belt!”
“Oh.”
Kinanthi hurriedly pulled the seatbelt and checked it not to twist, then made sure once again that the seatbelt was properly locked.
Kinanthi's eyes caught on clearly, the man beside her smiling as he watched her wearing a seatbelt.
“Street, Sir!” his orders to the father were turned out to be a personal driver and assistant Nabastala Narendra. The point is right hand aka a confidant.
Kinanthi realized, he had entered a different gate of life, where an angel-faced demon became one of its inhabitants. Yes, the devil in human life with the masked ‘Sang Prince’ and he is his pawn.
