The Prince's Chess Piece
In Damage
Inner Kinanthi continued to thrash, over the feeling that was increasingly rumbling through all corners of his heart. He secretly falls in love with his own master. At the same time he did not want to be trapped in the life he was living. Especially with the status of its existence that is just a pawn.
Overwhelmed by the keychain that the master gave him this afternoon. The half-hearted form looks like it was deliberately broken by force. Whatdoes thatmean? And the garden, not like the nature of Mr. Nabastala who is eager to plant flowers, let alone take care of them. Or does it have anything to do with her ex Luna?
Ah ... why lately the problem so demen visited his life? Just released from Mayang that is so annoying, now comes a more complicated problem again.
Uh, wait a minute. Speaking of Mayang, when is he about to be able to come home from the hospital? Almost Kinanthi forgot about the incarnation of that one magical grandmother's child.
Kinanthi continued flipping through the body on her soft mattress. His net refused to be closed. The clock on the nightstand shows 11:30, it's late at night.
Thirst suddenly struck his throat. And unfortunately again, the supply of drinking water on the nightstand was still a little and had been gulped a few hours ago. He had to climb down the stairs to get water.
The atmosphere of the lower floor looks dim, making the fur of Kinanthi so stand up.
“Argh ...” Suddenly a screeching sound rang out, breaking the concentration of his steps.
“Do not-do it sound maling.” Kinanthi began to think non-no, “eh, wait a minute, why maling screech?”
BRACKET!
A loud bang sounded from the direction of the mistress' room. He was confused what to do. Come to his aid, he may be in danger. No help, what if the madam is not saved. Kinanthi ruffled her hair. Baffled.
Ask for help bi Idah. Ah, no! She is also a woman, who may be able to overcome the problem of violence. His steps turned around immediately towards Mr. Nabastala's room. The door slowly. Where might it sound. The second beat is a little harder.
Clik. Door opens. Kinanthi immediately gawked in without waiting to be allowed by his master.
“Master, Sir!” Kinanthi was nervous about how to start the story.
Lord Nabastala saw the panic from Kinanthi's trembling body. Take a glass of drinking water, and give it to Kinanthi, “Drink first gih, let it calm down,” said the Master.
“Thank you.”
Kinanthi's right hand received the glass given by Mr. Nabastala, while his left hand gave the empty glass that had been brought from his own room which the handsome man immediately received and placed on the table.
“Master! Last time accidentally Kinan heard a strange sound from the mistress' room.” Kinanthi started to tell me, “like the sound of squealing in pain. Kinan scared mistress why-napa.”
“Only that?”
The short response of the Master showed without any worries. People have no feelings.
“Master is not afraid of madam why-what?”
“It is precisely because I know he is doing nothing, that is why I am not worried.”
“Master can say it's that relaxed?”
“You said it was an adult's inner affair.”
“Hahs. But this is different, Mister?”
“What's different?”
“Had Kinan said, the shriek of the mistress sounded very loud.”
“Ya ... it's possible that the shovel is also getting louder.”
Kinanthi's face instantly turned red upon hearing the sentence she had just heard. His master's brain is being crammed with perverted thoughts.
“Nebelieve?” ask Mr. Nabastala then, “if you don't believe let's prove it now!” coined.
Kinanthi could not imagine if the master's words proved the truth. He will feel unmitigated shame. Before all that happened mending Kinanthi returned to his room alone.
“Then according to Sir, it is good Kinan back to the room only.”
“Neither be their mergokin?”
Kinanthi could not avoid the gaze of the male eagle that was still standing before him. All the mixed flavored dough melts into one. Bitter, sour, salty, also spicy satire makes his body stand stiff. It's hard to move.
“Tonight you slept here. No need to catch them. Let me tell you where the hard screech came from.”
The devil's grin emanated from a handsome face with a friendly smile on his back. Seeing that things were not right, Kinanthi stepped back.
“Master wants to say?”
“Ngajarin you screech.”
“Can't do it, Mister!” The tiny body thrashed from the arms of Lord Nabastala who had grabbed his body.
“Then I tell you to sigh. How?”
This is how, my God, Kinan can't dodge anymore. He grumbled at what was holding him back. Wishing a lost angel would come to her aid. However, it seems impossible.
“You know? Meetings always give birth to unexpected happiness like this for example.”
••••
The king-size bed was creaking over Kinanthi's great unwanted struggle. It keeps dodging, revolting. However, just as the manhood was about to reach for his heavenly burrow, Kinanthi grimaced to bite his lips. The cry that had broken earlier was now more and more explosive, the sound of rushing sounded rowdy.
“Master,” shrewd Kinanthi interrupted the activity of the Master exploring the curves of his smooth body.
“Hem.”
“Tuan.” Kinanthi called back.
The passionate face was sharpened, juxtaposing Kinanthi's face. “Why?”
“Can't stand it, Mister!”
“Hold for a little while, yes,” whispered the Master as his naughty hands caressed Kinanthi's cheeks.
“Not. That's not what Kinan meant, Mr.”
“Terus?”
“Kinan can't stand it, kebelet BAB.”
Perches. Instantly disappeared was the passion of Mr. Nabastala who had exploded like the thump of an overloaded electrical transformer. His smile clearly looked bland.
An unusual reaction, perhaps a kind of disgust from the look on Mr. Nabastala's face was immediately taken advantage of by Kinanthi. She had a thick blanket to cover her body. He rushed outside, running towards his own room.
Kinanthi's lips curved wide, feeling victorious could easily outwit his master. But he himself forgot that his clothes were still scattered in Mr. Nabastala's room. And, the blanket he was wearing?
Aiyah ... Again Kinanthi has been careless.
••••
At 03:00 in the morning. A knock on the door kept Kinanthi awake from his sleep. Who is lacking in work, so that comes to his mind.
“Who?” ask before opening the door.
Because it was not unusual, in the early morning someone knocked on the door of his room. He must be vigilant.
“Open!” voice commands are familiar from outside.
Kinanthi turned the key child, grabbing the doorknob. Outside already stood Mr. Nabastala in pajamas a little bit of foreboding.
Basic Kinanthi, his lips instantly curved. Laughter scattered.
“Why? Cute?”
“Lumayan,” replied Kinanthi while closing his lips. “Master why come here?” tanyanya.
“You sleep with you.”
“Yes my goodness, Sir! Can't ya, let Kinan be a little free then?”
“It seems like this is no longer possible. I don't know if tomorrow. Lagian Mayang the day after tomorrow also came home. Grandson of the magic grandmother will definitely interfere.” The grievances that sounded real in Kinanthi's ears.
“Log in. But can't fumble Kinan again,” remembers him while throbbing.
Consider the head a sign of approval. The two fell asleep in bed. Spending the rest of his rest time under each other's blankets without any scenes.
The clock that used to wake Kinanthi at 06:00 in the morning, was not heeded. Until the sun broke through the ventilation of the room, both of them were still lulled in dreams.
At seven in a few minutes, Mr. Nabastala woke up. Found the little girl next to him still curled up in his thick blanket. The peaceful face of poloh lay there.
“For Kinan!” greet Mr. Nabastala when he sees Kinanthi writhing.
“Ehm, morning too.”
The girl returned. He felt a gentle kiss landing on his forehead. The kiss that always thrills Kinanthi's chest.
“Sketan wake up, gih. Later first bi Idah who entered my room,” remember the master.
Like avoiding the explosion of a bomb that was ready to shatter his body into pieces, Kinanthi immediately shot up. Opened the door violently and slammed it.
Arriving at Mr. Nabastala's room, the room space was neatly arranged. The bed changed sheets. Likewise with the floor, it is already kinclong. Is that the hand of Idah?
“Ngapain dumbfounded there?” ask Idah who came out of the bathroom.
Kinanthi's lips so stuttered, his brain worked hard to find the right sentence to answer what. Must be bi Idah has been thinking about it now. Moreover, the clothes scattered in Mr. Nabastala's room could be concrete evidence of the alleged Idah. So Kinanthi can't argue anymore.
Ih ....
You're Mr Nabastala!
