The Prince's Chess Piece
About the Cause
He was like a prisoner of the past, thousands of seconds passed into silence. Anxiety cursed the troubled face that seemed to submit in resignation.
But is that how soon his ambition will be broken? After much effort he struggled.
Or, is there another more framed plan of direction?
It's probable.
As the silence of the morning blind who had been infused with giggles tickled all over her pores, a woman with hair began to be overgrown with gray wearing a maroon-colored sweater tightly attached to her body, keep walking around with bare feet.
Inside her luxurious room measuring 4×5 square meters, the crystal chandelier hanging beautifully on the ceiling lit up a luminescent glow, illuminating a restless-clad face. The rectangular flat-shaped thing also sticks gracefully to the side wall of the dressing table as a time player.
The number 04.15 perches perfectly, as a sign of the most delicious opportunity to re-introduce behind a thick blanket of warm. Continue the dreams until the sun breaks through the vents caressing the cheeks. However, the woman did not choose to do so.
His whole mind was being tossed around uncharacteristically from all night.
He felt unwilling if his dozen years of effort disappeared in the blink of an eye. Because of the presence of Kinanthi girl yesterday afternoon that made Nabastala desperately defend him.
Who knows what's in it?
A rude snort wafts from the minimalist nose, venting out resentment in light of the harsh words of his son Nabastala. Nope. Exactly his stepson.
The achievement of a gold-colored phone on the bed, then pressing the numbers listed on the lighted screen that he had memorized outside the head.
Shortly thereafter, “Hallo.” A woman replied with a hoarse voice. Like just waking up from a deep sleep due to the noise of the call in his dress.
“May, wake up!”
“What the hell, Tan? It's still too early too.”
“Build. And a spout down!” The woman ruled harshly.
“Iya, yes.” With the call ending.
Five minutes later, the matted-faced woman, the disheveled hair, like a Kunti Nyak, walked to the room that had just asked her to come down.
“Tan, open the door,” call it as the sound of pounding.
“Pelan-pelan can, no?” gerutu the aunt who opened the door looked at Mayang's face while grinning, “Whispering, tau!”
“Iya, sorry.”
The body wrapped in babydoll nightgowns, knee-length pants made of cotton motif Mickey Mouse was stepping in following his tant. He was lethargic he lay down on a soft mattress that managed to grab his attention.
“Honey,” shouted the aunt.
Drowsiness that is still attacking, making Mayang ignore the thunderous screams. Immerse his head under the pillow so that the following sounds do not resonate so much to disturb his hearing senses.
A pound of bolster repeatedly bounced on the pillow that buried his head. For a long time he felt disturbed too, until the drowsiness of his follow-up was replaced by a feeling of annoyance entrenched arrogance.
“Tante, why the hell should this be?” Mayang grumbling.
“Who also wants?”
“Tante!” Scratched disappointment dominates the face oval-shaped white clean even though the owner has not washed his face, “we have enough to play kayak drama gini, Tan!”
“Drama you said?”
“What's the name if it's not drama? Mayang tired must be dictated this way-so continuously by Auntie. We're crazy, Tan! Understand, no?”
Ara once came to her in the apartment of her lover-Gibran-whom she was sitting in. The woman told me at length about the will left by her father Nabastala.
It says: “The half of the inheritance will automatically be moved under the name of Nabastala Narendra's wife when they have a family” of course the decision can not be contested anymore. Because Nabastala's papa has been signed in front of a notary and two witnesses. And in the eyes of the law the will has validity.
A treasure so tempting to have greedy-hearted humans like Laura.
Uh, wait. Laura is not so greedy. He only wants to claim his rights when the world has been unfair to him. In the wealth that was bequeathed to Nabastala, there was as well as the sweat of his labor in contributing to the rearing of the corporate network.
“Honey! Help me think!” pinta aunt Ara rough.
“Yeah, Tan! Also panic. There is no way Nabas really ngusir us.”
Actually Mayang felt lazy to discuss the matter of Nabastala's anger that exploded until threatening to expel him. Go away, it makes no difference to him. He better think of the reason why he had to miscarry if his lover Gibran has returned later.
“Kok even dumb?” Aunt Ara's gang.
“Tante ever told you, ‘kan? The will of Nabas's father. Is it possible that Kinan is just a means to speed up getting the inheritance from his father? Kinan is very obedient with Nabas.”
“Terus?”
“We just instigate Kinan, if Nabas was just using him.”
“What's the connection?”
“Yes if Kinan leaves, we will be more free to control Nabas. It is unlikely that he will get married quickly. Or just like this—” Mayang whisper something to aunt Ara's ear. And the nod of the two as a sign of agreement with what Mayang just whispered should be their respective secrets.
What are they planning?”
••••
“Master, Mister .. wait!” call the Idah when you see Mr. Nabastala hastily about to leave.
The man in formal clothes stopped his steps. Waiting for Idah who is chasing him.
“Why, Bi?”
“Gentleman where to go?”
“Oh. This is going to the office, Bi. Indeed why?”
“This spring, Mister?”
“Iya. Just got a phone call from the office, he said important, so.”
“Oh, where to go.”
Mr. Nabastala observed a strange-looking change in the face of the Idah. It was like something was being hidden.
“Aunt is okay?”
Before answering, the view of Idah circled around as if afraid that someone would hear it. His feet shifted slightly closer to the side of Mr. Nabastala and whispered something.
“Aibi, sure?”
“Actually not so sure, Sir. But aunt can make sure that they have a bad plan against Mr and also Non Kinan.”
“Thank you, Bi. Then please take care of Kinan. I leave first.”
“Be careful, Mr.”
Mr. Nabastala replied with sign language. His feet went wide into the garage. Bi Idah who looked from a distance prays for the safety of his master. He shuddered as he remembered the mistress' evil plan he had overheard by accident.
“Just make sure Nabas goes to the office today,” firmly madam who is talking to someone on the phone.
This morning, Bi Idah intended to check the water reservoir on the upstairs balcony because the water looked a little murky and smelly. And inadvertently heard the resolute voice of the madam. Of course, making the slightly mushy woman look for the direction of the voice and continue eavesdropping.
On the back porch, which is rarely visited, just below the balcony where Idah was, the madam in her firm voice spoke to someone on the phone.
“Let my car arrange from home,” he said again.
Bi Idah further sharpened his hearing because he believed there was an evil plan from the voice he was hearing. So that he does not want there to be a fatal mistake later.
No matter what the madam's evil plans are, Mr. Nabastala should know. That's what Idah thinks.
