The Prince's Chess Piece
Traces Left Behind
The atmosphere of the house was again empty, after all busy with their respective affairs. Mr. Nabastala went out of nowhere. In his office, maybe. And the madam went back to immersing herself in her room.
Kinanthi was busy cleaning up the guest room that Mayang was going to occupy again. He said, Sir, he has been allowed to go home from the hospital, because his condition has improved. He deliberately replaced the sheets with clean ones, so that Mayang felt at home and comfortable when occupying it.
While the Idah bi is in place to dry the laundry that he just lifted from the washing machine. The face of the woman with a slightly lush body was astonished to find washed clothes mixed with her unusual master's. I don't know who.
“Celana in,” muttered bi Idah while lifting it, then hung using a special clothesline for underwear.
“Lah, this is ‘kan clothes that Kinan often wears. Keep it panties also—?” Bi Idah shook his head, feeling disbelief in his vision.
“To be honest, this morning when you want to clean your room there are no dirty clothes scattered, the sheets just change it. While the dirty sheets have been stooped next to the washing machine. It must have been Kinanthi who was always a mess when working.” Bi Idah continued to suspect. With deft hands working.
After drying the clothes bi Idah was in a hurry to find Kinanthi. Asking for an explanation of what he really did. “Kinan,” call him from the doorway.
“Why, Bi?” answer Kinanthi casually.
A few seconds passed, there was no reply from the Idah. Forcing Kinanthi to turn to the kind-hearted, sometimes chatty woman. He still stands in his position.
Kinanthi put down the dirty rag that was being used to clean the dressing table. He immediately approached the woman who kept looking at him. “Emang why, Bi?” reset Kinanthi.
“You are now careless, anyway?”
Bi Idah inquiringly observed the change in Kinanthi's countenance which was surprised by the question he had just thrown.
“What aunt means?” Kinanthi was trying to understand.
“Pants in pink pictorial Hello Kitty on the back it's got you, ‘kan?”
“Kok, aunty can know?”
“Tuh, right. You are so careless now.”
“Bent a minute, Bi! What the hell does that mean? Auntie speaks the obvious.”
“Who told you to put your dirty clothes into the washing machine with his laundry, Mister?”
“Kinan doesn't do all that.” Kinanthi.
“Keep you think the Master himself did?” Bi Idah stared fiercely.
Kinanthi was silent for a while not answering. It could have been Mr. Nabastala himself who did it.
It is still vividly remembered last night's incident in Mr. Nabastala's room. When all his clothes escaped were stripped and scattered on the floor. Until both struggle controlled by perverted passions. Almost the crown of chastity Kinanthi was taken away, had he not quickly found a way to escape.
And all of his stripped clothes he never had to leave because he was afraid of his acting to get caught.
And now, how should Kinanthi explain to bi Idah?
Is there no way for him to escape that annoying prejudice?
“Bi, can this not be discussed now? Kinan was busy, though. And it may be soon Mayang soon until.”
“Reason.”
“Yes, Bi! Don't believe in Kinan too much?”
Although the age of Idah is no longer young, but he still inherited the skills of a truly agile hand. It did not take ten minutes, Mayang's room has been transformed like a comfortable hotel room. Everything is in order.
“Still want more reason?”
Kinanthi just looked down, did he have to tell her about everything? The secret can no longer be called a secret when another pair of ears have heard it. He was afraid that his comfort in the house of Mr. Nabastala would be taken away if his disgrace was known to others..
“Bi, forgive Kinan. Kinan can't tell you now,” said Kinanthi was about to move on.
“Sebentar.”
“What else, Bi?”
“You slept the same last night, Mister?”
Kinanthi's cheeks suddenly blushed and it already represented the answer to the question that bi Idah had just asked.
“So right, y'all been so?” tanya Bi Idah got excited. “To be honest, early in the morning auntie saw the sheets in your room have been stripped. So apparently you guys have—?”
“Eh, Bi! Hold on, deh. Auntie said the sheets in your room were stripped? Who has done?”
The faces of the two looked at each other. It feels impossible if you do it yourself. But who will do? Only you are the only reasonable accused.
“But, Bi ...” The volume of Kinanthi's voice turned into a whisper, “all unlike what aunt imagined, youh!”
“Emang aunty want to imagine what?”
“Bi Idah must have thought that Kinan had slept together with Mister, right?” Kinanthi was smiling to herself.
“Lah, keep you guys saying if not doing so?” Idah's bi eyes squeaked a sign he was astonished.
“The obvious, ... Kinan is still a virgin,” Kinanthi whispered.
“Serious?”
“Yes seriously anyway, Bi! Time yes soan thing made kidding.”
“Keep you guys last night why then? Stumpy? It's not possible either, is it?”
Outside the room a pair of ears accidentally stole the hearing of the conversation. A kind of hate creeps slowly mastering the entire gap of the heart that is owned to be mastered. Is that how revenge starts?
“The biggest mistake of the human heart is to keep prejudice lingering as the years go by, without wanting to pull out the truth or not what he guessed.”
What is the difference with torturing the heart intentionally?
