The Prince's Chess Piece
Prejudice
After releasing the departure of Mr. Nabastala who was about to go to the office, bi Idah continued his duty to drain the water reservoir on the rear balcony which was briefly delayed due to what he was hearing. A wicked conspiracy between the mistress and who knows.
At first, in the morning bi Idah was grumbling, while bathing he found the water pouring from the faucet a little murky and smelly. It's weird, not as usual. It turns out that in the reservoir there are many deposits that are serious enough to emit unpleasant odors.
All of that seems to be caused by excessive levels of manganese (Mg) and iron (Fe) so that the water channel began to be hampered.
Did not expect if it would be a savior for Mr. Nabastala himself through his intercession bi Idah who heard the talk of the mistress on the phone.
Finished fiddling with the water channel, Idah immediately throw the entire contents in the container and flushed it again until clean. Seeing the condition so dirty may have been years never cleaned.
Uh, wait a minute!
This is the Kemang area, a megapolitan city. How can this place as elite has a PDAM whose water distribution service can be so ugly, making bi Idah start thinking strangely.
Uh, wait a minute!
In the water reservoir, it does look a lot of sediment. Yes, it could be if it turns out that it has not been cleaned for years. So that the dirt that settles more and more piles up more. Pages that are not swept for days will definitely get dirty, is this? If years aren't cleaned up wrong, who's trying? One of the PDAM or its dirty owner, anyway? Yei!
Ah, nevermind!
All that is no longer important, the most important thing is now that the water reservoir is clean again. And the evil play of the mistress can also be known even accidentally. The advantages of draining the water reservoir are the story.
Well, that's Idah pede terribly, huh?
Since it has been finished bi Idah was sauntered, crossing the front room Mr. Nabastala for the next to the stairs. Right in front of the master's room, he remembered that Kinanthi had not slept with him last night. In fact, his room is now occupied by Mayang. Wouldn't he sleep in a room with Mister?
Ah, you super-cocky auntie. His feet began to tiptoe, about to peek inside the room. After all, he knew, if Mr. Nabastala had gone to work. ‘Kan it's okay to just peek at Kinanthi. His steps were getting slower, his hands ready to turn the door knob.
Clik.
The sound that coincided with the door opened. Bi Idah was going to bend his head.
“Aibi want to do?” ask the lady who happened to also come out of Mayang's room next to Mr. Nabastala's room.
Bi Idah was shaking. Damnit. The action came to the madam. Yes, God, but he was not planning evil intentions. Why is it so easy to know?
“Em .. nga-nganu, Mistress.” Bi Idah is nervous.
“Nganu what?” firmly madam full of probing.
“You woke up Kinan, that is.”
“You're awake, Kinan?” Mistress repeating question bi Idah, “does Kinan sleep in room Nabas?”
Surprisingly the slightly fattened body was actually getting trembling, as if indicating he was guilty. He was guilty of entering a room without permission. But that's not the problem. But he shouldn't have told his mistress that Kinanthi was in Mr. Nabastala's room. Ah .. bi Idah! Can be affected as a result.
“Not polite,” maki mistress with roughness.
“Sorry,” reply bi Idah while looking down, “lagian Tuan is also not in the room.”
“Not in the room? Where's he going?”
It feels like I'm being interrogated. He is also not accused of a crime. That's what caught in the mind of Idah. Does he have to lie? Ah, lying is not a good deed. It's sinful.
“Soaring!” The madam stepped in and encouraged Idah not to block her path.
“Ih, you evil! Play push parents only,” inner bi Idah.
Because also curious about Kinanthi, Bi Idah followed into the room. Inside, Kinanthi is still wrapped under a thick blanket belonging to Mr. Nabastala. His body tilted against the wall, with his extremely fine snoring barely audible.
The madam had already seen more and more of a hustle wanting to drag Kinanthi out from under the covers. However, his steps came to a halt when his net was fixed on a piece of paper crushed by a pen on the nightstand with a glass of milk beside him.
Bi Idah also took a peek. Reads.
“Don't forget the milk is drunk, so your day is always sweet like this milk.”
Hmh!
So upset, the lady pulled the paper and squeezed it, then threw it away. The longer the unpleasant feelings towards the young girl became. Bi Idah as the role of the figure chose to stand behind him and just observe, not willing to involve himself in the affairs of dislike of the sweet virgin that one. Because it must be related to Lord Nabastala who is fierce.
Kan, mending don't do it!
••••
Soon he went to the bathroom after previously tidying the bed, folding the blanket until neat. His gaze was fixed on the glass of milk on the nightstand. Was for her? However, he did not dare to drink afraid to say presumptuous.
Down there was a loud noise, seemingly coming from the living room. I don't know what's going on. Soon he came down the stairs, wanting to see what was going on there.
In the living room, there was the mistress and Mayang sitting next to each other. A man around the age of 40 sits opposite them. He was wearing a half-formal dress. While the Idah stands not far from the three. Everything was clearly visible from the direction of the stairs Kinanthi was passing through. A face that shows anxiety.
The young girl was reluctant to enter the room, afraid that her presence would interfere. He prefers to lean on a wall that is protected from the vision of all in the living room. Plan on eavesdropping. The heat!
The atmosphere even became silent, no longer heard the conversation at all. Do they know if someone is eavesdropping on the conversation? Halah, it was probably Kinanthi's feeling alone, as the next seconds began to be shrouded in tension.
“So you seriously do not know, the whereabouts of the car driver who had the accident?”
“Sorry, Mom! I really do not know the whereabouts of such car riders.”
Mayang sounded directly menukas, “If you do not know, how can you be sure we are the family of the rider?”
“Sorry Miss, this is .. can you listen to my explanation first?”
The atmosphere was silent for a moment, then the father continued his story.
“So morning my secretary got a call from an unknown person. Of course we think it's just a scam. However, the person managed to convince that this was purely an accident case and there was no indication of fraud.” The father's voice paused for a while, to regulate his breathing, then resumed his speech, “someone who called my secretary reported that his car was in an accident and provided complete information and data about the car he was driving.”
Kinanthi's chest was palpitating waiting for the continuation of the story. Is it true that Mr Nabastala was in an accident? And, how is he doing now? Argh ... I hope not! And what passed by was just Kinanthi's dirty thoughts.
Mayang again interjected, he was really impatient, “Terus how it goes, Sir?”
Uhk!
The father choked on the water he was drinking. Surprised by Mayang's question which seemed to ask him to quickly continue the story.
Seeing the choking father actually forced Mayang to apologize immediately. And the father continued his story.
“The car claimed to have had the accident is registered with our insurance company. So that's why, I as the founder of the company was forced to come at the request of the caller in accordance with the home address that has been given. For the sake of making sure if the car with B 1411 NN is owned by this family.”
Kinanthi almost surged in shock, when bi Idah suddenly emerged from the living room. Encouraging him is eavesdropping.
“Aunt what the hell, ngagetin aja!” pekik Kinanthi restrained.
“Have, why are you there too? Nguping?”
Kinanthi hid her smile behind her palm that covered her lips. He could not pretend in front of the woman he had considered to be his second mother.
“Malah gnaw! Here come!”
Bi Idah grabbed Kinanthi by the arm and took her to the kitchen. Leg bi Idah stepped in haste as if someone was hunting him.
“Why the hell, Bi?” ask Kinanthi astonishment.
“The girl turned out to be very evil,” grumbled bi Idah.
Arriving in the kitchen bi Idah just paced. Like a confused person is looking for or even thinking about something.
“Evil? What's evil, Bi?” Kinanthi follows the pacing exactly of people who lack work.
“Ah .. confused, where to start the story.” Idah was complaining. “Intinya, the madam is planning malicious intentions against Mr. Nabastala.”
“Kok aunty can know?”
“Tadi morning sewak—”
The eyeballs of Idah buyak, responding to the presence of the mistress who was already standing in the doorway. Has his words just been heard by the madam?
Oh, naw! Don't make! Vacuum is his job if his conversation with Kinanthi has been heard.
Ah ... so make a hanger!
Who told you to talk to the guy in the back. If it is the intention, talk about the person in front of him. If it wants to be sprayed, yes, let it be sprayed all of you.
How, dare?
