The Prince's Chess Piece
Circumstance Wisdom
“Haiyo, what were you guys last night?” gertak bi Idah when he saw Kinanthi had passed through all parts of the stairs from the top floor.
Clearly, Idah's actions made Kinanthi surprised. Not because of the question he asked, but the way that suddenly appeared.
“Yes, Bi! Make it a shock, aja!”
Feeling the bluff was successful, bi Idah became comfortable with his own smile while twirling the duster he was holding, directed to the body Kinanthi meant to tickle.
“Seriously, nih? Semalem you guys are out of action what fight?”
Dih, what's the difference in acting the same fight? It's so weird this aunt.
“Bi! Couldn't you, early in the morning, not getting emotional? Ntar if Mister suddenly appears, keep Kinan punished, how?”
Actually there is no intention to serve the invitation bi Idah gossiping ria. However, the woman whose age almost stepped on the head of five continued to hunt, juxtaposing her steps. Makes Kinanthi believe that he can't dodge anymore.
“No, Bi! Later if you hear he can be angry.”
Bi Idah is not a person who gives up easily, issued the ultimate style in order to tame the hardness of Kinanthi's heart.
“No, no! You won't know,” whispered bi Idah promised. “Let's make your favorite sweet sour macaroni soup.”
One of the seduction bi Idah who always managed to melt chunks of ice coral in the heart of Kinanthi, yes. It feels hem, really yummy anyway. It cannot be defined through words alone.
And, what's wrong with taking advantage of the situation for the sake of a little profit. Anyway Mr. Nabastala will not know it, as long as he himself shut up and Bi Idah pretends not to know.
“Truth o, Bi! Sweet sour macaroni soup.” Kinanthi emphasized the words that had just been spoken bi Idah.
He pranced cheerfully, his smile curling. A sign of happiness is taking over the throne of his heart. Often Kinanthi does every feeling of happiness that slightly crosses his boundaries.
“People later tonight aunt wait for the story,” firmly Bi Idah, “do not make this old man die curious.”
“Ehm,” dehaman Mr. Nabastala surprised the two who were still standing to continue the stamps. “Do not forget, its sweet sour macaroni soup part.”
“Tuan.” Toleh Kinanthi and bi Idah. Make the two whisper, elbow each other. “Aibi, anyway!” shoot Kinanthi.
“Kok, so the Aunt who was wronged?” the Timpal bi Idah.
“La continues, who was the one who was ngajakin ngerumpi?”
“Ehm.”
Kinanthi and Bi Idah stopped the debate. Focus on the calm that the voice will follow. Kinanthi looked down, looking at the granite floor he was on.
“Kinan, come with me!” take the master to the kitchen.
“Tuh, right! Kinan must have been punished again.”
Every action always has consequences to account for. No matter what has been done. It is only natural if caution is included in taking the role according to the portion.
Actions that only obey the wishes without being filtered first is a form of carelessness that often leads to disaster.
••••
At the dinner table, Mr. Nabastala was sitting relaxed while looking at his functional tablet screen as usual. While waiting for the breakfast menu that will be made Kinanthi. A delicious breakfast menu for adults.
“Serious sir?” Kinanthi again asked when Mr. Nabastala mentioned the requested menu.
“Yes, coco crunch without milk. But use coconut milk boiled with brown sugar. It is not wrong,”.
What's the crazy breakfast menu? Since when to make coco crunch soul mate kuah coconut milk? Has anyone tried, what does it feel like?
Not just a boring wait. Looking for a shitty thing too. What is sought does not actually exist. However, a pretense becomes a perfect camouflage part of covering something that does not exist.
Replaced the entire contents of the storage cupboard, as well as the refrigerator. Wishing what Kinanthi was looking for was tucked in between. Apparently nil. There is no package called coco crunch let alone instant coconut milk.
“Master,” call Kinanthi with his regret.
Mr. Nabastala only glanced at the face standing in front of him, a sullen look. Unheard of, he was again busy sliding the screen of his tablet without heeding the call.
Feeling drugged, Kinanthi was inexhaustible. It is possible that Mr. Nabastala had deliberately told him to make such a sweet breakfast. Then have a reason to get angry if he does not succeed with the expected menu.
He wanted to ask for help. The middle-aged woman who was wiping the window approached.
“Bi,” call Kinanthi slowly. Afraid to surprise him.
Do not want to be considered as being revenge, taking advantage of the state of Idah who is standing on a chair. Later if the aunt with a slightly mushy body was shrewd and fell on why, who would bother at last. Kinanthi obviously got the impact.
“What?”
Without looking, Idah answered. His hands were kept busy with a washcloth rubbed back and forth.
“Bi, can you ask please?”
“Ask what please?”
“Bikinin coco crunch with coconut milk sauce,” pinta Kinanthi hesitate.
“Heem.”
“Know not, the Master is working with you.” Bi Idah looked at Kinanthi pity, “mana there make coco crunch using coconut milk, which there is yes use milk.”
“But the Lord asked him to use coconut milk, Bi!”
Is it wrong, born from the womb of an ordinary family, who have education is also mediocre?
What should, an ordinary life be toyed with at will? Also obey the will that must be in accordance with his taste?
Oh, Kinan! How unfortunate it is that you are stranded in a wealthy family that makes you suffer even more.
“Kinan. Mm.” Idah's chin is raised. Like giving a code.
“Mm ... That's why his chin, Bi?”
“Not Kinan's chin. But that, Mister!”
“Iya, that's the master why, Bi?”
“Kinan. You are lola alias loading old or what, anyway?”
“Yes, Kinan's end does not understand the intent, Bibi.”
“Tau, ah!” Bi Idah passed with annoyance leaving Kinanthi, along with a change in facial expression uncomfortable to look at.
Living with limited ways of thinking is painful, when people like to ridicule, labeling the word ‘BOH’ full of emphasis along with the intonation of pronunciation. As Kinanthi often felt.
Without feeling clear circles seeping wet his cheeks. His defense to not cry is broken. He wiped his tears with the tip of his fingers, not expecting if anyone caught him crying.
Sadness always goes hand in hand with tears, although in reality the tears that are spilled never leave anything. However, the good news is that the pain can be slightly lessened afterwards.
From the back of Kinanthi's body stood up, someone was holding onto his shoulder. Making him turn his head, did not expect Mr. Nabastala to have stood he ridge. He was putting out a tissue.
“No need, Sir. Thank you,” reject Kinanthi, “I am not in need.”
His steps galloped away from Mr. Nabastala who was still standing, staring at his departure in amazement.
••••
At the dinner table there is a breakfast menu as requested by Mr. Nabastala. Kinanthi was getting more confused. How could I make all that?
“Bi! How can aunty make all this,” exclaimed Kinanthi. “This coco crunch use coconut milk, yes, Bi?”
“Not.”
“Loh?”
“Why?”
Bi Idah skillfully poured apple juice on a glass specially prepared for the mistress.
“Aibi can magic, yes?”
“Ngaco.”
“Ya endless, earlier all the materials needed did not meet when Kinan looking for.”
“You are not seriously looking for. Noh all complete in the cupboard next door, nouh!” Bi Idah pointed.
“Owh.” Kinanthi's lips formed a perfect circle. Viewed by a wooden cupboard located lined with combat equipment in the kitchen “Eh, Bi! Isn't the closet a place to store combat tools?”
“All the contents are rarely used, so yes, aunty just moved to aunt's room to join her relatives,” he explained.
“Emang Sir is not angry?”
“Where might he want to know.”
Kinanthi approaching, his voice volume reduced, “Bi, can you ask me something?”
“Don't ask a non-no!” remember the Idah.
Kinanthi nodded in agreement. This time he only wanted to pry information about the Lord who is rarely seen going to the office, and also the mistress who until now has not been known by name.
Surprisingly again, the mistress preferred to confine herself in the room, rarely interacting with the people around her. Talking to Mr. Nabastala is rarely done. The master is his own son.
How can a mother be so cold with her own flesh and blood?
Such things made Kinanthi feel curious. It's almost two months old. However, there are still many strange things he wants to know about Mr. Nabastala's family.
And bi Idah is the connection to that knowledge. Uh, wait a minute! By the way, Idah who has not been working for a long time, how can you know a lot about the family of Mr Nabastala?
Was he sent as a spy?
Oh, Kinanthi! What kind of crazy mind is poisoning your brain?
