The Prince's Chess Piece
Anger
The twilight enchantment that began to float, suddenly vanished engulfed in a blackened cloud scroll. Together the drizzle rinai one by one began to fall. Striking over the tiny body that was standing in the threshold of the fence. He was waiting for someone's presence. Even so, what was waiting for was not a special person. However, it still made him flinch from the rinai that began to wet.
Duty is a duty, so trust from the hostess.
For almost half an hour he stayed silent. The waiting has not yet shown any signs of its appearance. The drizzle has changed the rain, the arrival is always messing around with the army reinforcements that momentarily make it overwhelmed to the point of being soaked. If you are alone, what dare not? Oh, it's raining!
“Kinan, enter first,” shouted Bi Idah from the front porch.
Kinanthi who had taken shelter in the gasebo just waved, as a sign of rejection. He did not want to make a move that could cause the madam to get angry.
Her hair was wet with rain water. His body was also cold. “Sebeli gilakah request mistress, for the sake of welcoming Mayang home from the hospital?” inner Kinanthi is turbulent, due to the discomfort of being exposed to the cold rain.
Din.
Car horns are heard from outside the fence. Kinanthi immediately hunted, splitting the rain to open the gate.
The shiny red car immediately drove into the garage. Hurriedly he closed the gate back and approached Mayang and the mistress who had been waiting for him in the B-plate vehicle.
“Welcome back, Mayang,” said Kinanthi meekly when the glass window was open.
The madam glared. Seeing such a reaction, Kinanthi instantly corrected his words.
“Welcome back, Non Mayang.”
Receiving a welcome from Kinanthi, Mayang was happy not to be a bitch. No matter the girl was serious or not in welcoming him.
“From now on call Mayang with the name Miss, understand you Kinan?”
“Good, Mistress. Kinan understand.”
“You go in first change your wet clothes, after that take Mayang to his room upstairs.”
“Upper floor room?” Kinanthi felt that she did not understand what the lady meant.
“Your room. Nabas didn't say?”
Of course Kinanthi shook his head, because he did not have such an order. “Kinan will sleep where?” He had to ask for clarity of his fate.
“Sok plain ah you, Kinan.” Mayang.
“The title of the mat can also be.” Madam sneered, “pets change clothes and bring Mayang stuff!”
Kinanthi felt that the two were conspiring to take revenge for what her son had done when Kinanthi was ill with Mayang. But it was not he who asked, and obviously revenge was not a good thing.
But why should they do it?
Even so does not make young girls beraras ayu refuse the orders of the mistress. He was happy to serve her. He treated Mayang like a princess in a fairy tale.
After all Kinanthi's belongings were packed in a used suitcase given by the mistress, then put back into the warehouse he slept in now occupied by the Idah. Everything went as the madam wished.
••••
The tiny body that was shivering was ignored. His unfinished duty is still a bejibun. Supplying Mayang dinner, delivering to his room and having to wait a while longer after, just gave the medicine.
But his body was not a robot that he could command at will. There is a phase where he has to rest some of the functions of his limbs. Stop moving for a moment, for example.
However, Kinanthi continued to impose his will. Hopefully his task will be completed, and he can rest in peace.
“Kinan, your face is pale once?”
Bi Idah who was taking the dinner plate stopped his work for a while, approached Kinanthi who was busy pouring vegetables on a medium-sized bowl.
“Kinan, your body is hot. Looks like a fever.” Bi Idah fingered Kinanthi's forehead. Again the woman was so considerate as the treatment of a mother who cared for her daughter.
“Not what, Bi. Later rest for a while also better.”
Kinanthi passed away leaving the Idah bi, carrying a large tray containing a plate of rice, a bowl of clear soup, as well as a few boiled eggs and a glass of fruit juice. He was heading to Mayang's room. His steps are full of caution, do not expect there to be small mistakes that will be fatal later.
Admittedly or not, his existence in the mansion was merely as a servant. No matter how good Mr. Nabastala was towards him, but not with the other residents. So Kinanthi had to remain self-aware, still doing what a servant should do to serve the master.
Hc .. tok.
“Come in,” vote from inside.
“Non, dinner is ready.” Kinanthi placed a tray filled with food on a small round table that was still enough to hold all the contents in the tray.
“Ntar aja, still males,” replied Mayang kept busy with his clothing.
“You're a very nice prank, anyway?”
Unexpectedly, the woman with waist-length hair would speak harsh words. Kinanthi lowered her head, no longer refuting Mayang's words. “Then, I go down first, Non,” says Kinanthi.
“Wait!”
The woman who is busy playing the device, her hands point to the round table without taking her eyes off the flat object she is holding, “Just bring it here first.”
Retrieved request Mayang, “This, Non.”
Kinanthi's patience is being tested. The longer he was in the house, the more his duties became heavy. Will he be able to get through all that?
••••
Kinanthi's body was getting shivering violently. After dinner he immediately rested without helping Bi Idah finish the dirty kitchen utensils.
He curled up on a thinly-coated mat. It was back to how it was just arriving. There was also no medicine he could take to relieve his fever. For a long time his eyes were closed.
It might have been an hour and a half or two less before Kinanthi fell asleep. From the direction of the family room, people heard a clash of mouth making Kinanthi wake up. With a shaky step he saw what was going on.
“Ma, Nabas said many times. Don't bother Kinanthi,” shouted Nabastala in an emotional tone. Even his name Kinanthi alone he called complete with emphasis intonation.
“Whose name is he? He's just a slave in this house, nothing more, ‘kan?” With a tone no less fierce, the madam snapped back at her son.
Kinanthi was watching silently, feeling dislike for the quarrel he saw. He saw the ungodly figure of Mr. Nabastala who was standing firmly in front of his mother.
“In this house, all I set up, without exception. Likes do not like mama do not have the right to interfere.”
“Mama reserves the right to interfere with all affairs in this house, Nabas.”
“With reason?” The eagle's eyes swooped sharply, “what are the rights of mama in this house?”
THE PLAQUE!
A slap landed heavily on the sturdy jaw of his son Nabastala. The man grimaced while sneering.
“Nabas, you—”
“Why? Want to slap again? Nabas is bored, Ma.”
Kinanthi held onto his chest, there was a pounding of pain there. He did not expect that Mr. Nabastala could be so fierce against his mother in order to defend the people who are nobody in his life.
Bi Idah who looks like she has taken a shower approaches. “Kinan, why here?”
Actually Kinanthi did not need to answer, Bi Idah who also knew. The mouth fight between the child and his mother did sound fierce, while the sound of water gurgling in the bathroom was quite disturbing. However, it does not reduce the fact of the quarrel between the two.
“Ma, send Mayang back to his room, or I'm the same Kinan who came out of this house.” Mr. Nabastala said with full decisiveness and emphasis from every word spoken.
“Nabas!”
“As for mom, want to choose which one.”
Mr. Nabastala left his mother who was still standing. The aura of anger emanated clearly from the face that still left the beauty during her youth.
“That's just a destroyer!” yelled her mother slurping.
The man with the athletic body stopped for a moment, turning to look at his mother's face. Furious he said, “At least Kinan is more honorable than you who could damage the household of people.”
“Nabastala Narendra, watch your talk! Many times your father has explained, he prefers me over your sick mother. Is that my fault?”
A bitter smile curved from the lips that were already filled with anger. “Better you immediately lift foot from this house. Otherwise, I don't hesitate to drag you outside. Understand?”
BRACKET!
Roughly kicked a golden antique jar beside the stairs. Split scattered into irregular pieces. The man's hand brushed the rough of his hair, ruffling for a moment. Keep walking up the stairs.
Mayang who was standing in the middle of the stairs watching their quarrel just now did not escape the anger, “Side,” he snapped echoed.
Kinanthi and Bi Idah who saw clearly from a distance could only silence each other's mouths with a palm. Just this time he saw the unmitigated anger of a Nabastala Narendra.
“He who looks great, is not he who is able to hold back his anger. Because anger is humane, as long as at the right situation and way.”
But remember afterwards, anger will only ruin anything you have painstakingly built. So, control emotions so that the fire troops do not easily come attacking.
