The Prince's Chess Piece
Worried
In the air, an atmosphere of anger erupted as the net gaze grew more and more radiant.
Bi Idah and Kinanthi looked down at each other after having thrown a glance at each other a few seconds ago. After that the two no longer dared to raise their heads for a moment.
Afraid that to see the mistress who was watching us clingy, the faces that were hiding anxiety were full of probing.
“You guys said I was bad? Is there any proof?” ask the lady half-hardened.
The woman with the neatly-painted, classic-style hair stood in the kitchen doorway. His hands continued to cross like a cold person. Even though it is possible, the top of his head is ready to emit smoke due to an increasingly inflamed anger.
The hearts of Kinanthi and bi Idah kept racing. Especially in the heart of Idah, getting too timid. Like the beating of the war drums sign that soon a duel without weapons will lead him to the middle of the arena.
Nah! Don't let that happen!
“Hei, answer!” snapped madam later.
He stepped around the body of the Idah bi who stood increasingly trembling.
“Kok is still silent?” Again madam snapped, “tadi dare to talk in the back, now why even exactly conch meltedin pond?”
“Duh, mistress! Your words are absolutely right. Why do we talk about you?” batin bi Idah began to raging filled with guilt.
“Partially why did you hear our conversation? The bottom of this mouth is less work he wants to talk about the ugliness of others in the back. Even though it is a fact. However, still it's a bad deed.” Inner war has taken hold of the Idahic mind.
“Ma—forgive us, Madam,” said bi Idah staggered by her nervousness. However, he still kept his head down. Do not dare to raise your face afraid if you meet with a pair of wide-eyed balls.
“So who told me to talk as good as jidat?” It seems like the madam has indeed mastered the top of the head. “You're outrageous! Don't have a manners, understand?”
After the curse sentence was thrown, and so the mistress did not accept the Idah as a trigger for her anger, the mistress also made the calculation in her own way.
His hand swayed into the air almost landing onto Idah's face, if Kinanthi did not take a step forward immediately. Repel it. However, the real events are always different from the television drama series that became a spectacle of crazy mothers.
Kinanthi who intends to be a hero, uh, precisely ....
Plaque!
In reality the madam was indeed as aggressive as Kinanthi thought. The hand that had not been able to hit the cheek of Idah, now landed heavily touching his own chubby cheek until the corner of his lips bled.
The feeling of heat and pain immediately ran the former slap. The red hue was clear, could leave a question for those who saw it.
“Kinan, what are you doing?”
Bi Idah hurriedly framed Kinanthi's cheeks with both of his palms, unconcerned at the mistress's plot which almost made his own eyeballs jump.
“Kinan, this is bleeding.” Idah's callous hands rubbed Kinanthi's cheeks to the corners of the lips, trying to wipe the blood out.
“That's the result of your sassy mouth.” The madam kept cursing.
From the direction of the family room sounded the approaching steps. Make the mistress stop her abuse. Waiting for who's coming. Until the look of Mayang's wooden face is seen. It was pampered on the arm of a man in his late forties. The other is his own father.
“Why the hell, Tan? How from earlier, Mayang heard aunt angry constantly?”
“Noh, because of that, tuh?”
The lady's finger leads to Kinanthi and bi Idah alternately.
“Indeed why they?”
Mayang so took turns to look at the two people who caused the tantnya great anger. Kinanthi tried to hold his head up, he forced his heart to greet Mr. Herman. So that the turbid atmosphere in the kitchen immediately divorced.
“Pak Herman, how just got home? What's been busy all this time, sir?” ask Kinanthi.
“Heih! Who are you? Why ask to tell me everything he's busy with? Heh?” Mayang said haughty.
Ah, Kinanthi! You're wrong again, right? Shouldn't be wondering at such a crucial time? Could-can you later chopped fine with mistress, made meatballs for lunch.
Don't make it, deh!
“Kinan! Here you come with the father for a moment,” pinta pak Herman.
Safe. I am glad to hear that request. He could soon disappear temporarily from the sight of the monstrous mistress.
“Excuse me, Mistress.”
Basic Kinanthi, he still had time to tease the mistress with a smile on the corner of his lips. His feet began to stretch.
“Eh, briefly!” Kinanthi turned around again confirming back what she had just seen. He walked around the mistress who remained standing watching him, then stopped right behind the body in casual clothes. “There are sticky centipedes on the shirt,” the screams are loud.
“Bi Idah!” exclaimed madam instantly, she was terrified.
“Spirit, Bi!” Kinanthi blinked with one eye as code. Bi Idah nodded in understanding.
With his broad strides Kinanthi chased after Herman who had gone away. There was a satisfied smile that he could not hide from his face.
“Kinan, you—”
Mistress lips komat-kamit like a person chanting prayer, whereas in his heart he was condemning not because of the act of Kinanthi just now.
“Already, Tan! Don't be angry and later the gray is more and more, youh!”
“Home!”
Now it's Mayang's turn to be yelled at. Bi Idah so think, is this the mistress of PMS? From just getting angry. Yeah, maybe it is. Therefore, the level of emotions is very easy to explode because of trivial problems.
••••
While Mr. Herman squeezes his fingers, neutralizes his thoughts. Making Kinanthi's gaze disrespectful, focus on Herman's constantly twisted fingers.
Doesn't it hurt? Or is his phobia close to women other than his family has not healed?
“Kinan,” call sir Herman start the conversation, “you know the whereabouts of Mr?” the question then after the situation felt quite relaxed.
“Hah?”
Kinanthi gawked, he was surprised to find Mr. Herman's question was odd. How could he ask such a question? Is there a basis?
“There may be Kinan daring to hide Sir, Sir. Really.”
Mr. Herman smiled satire, and was replied with an awkward smile by Kinanthi.
“Truly you don't know?”
Kinanthi. “That master is already big, sir. Where can I hide it?” Kinanthi really did not know the whereabouts of his master.
This morning, when I woke up, Mr. Nabastala was gone. And had not had time to ask bi Idah, in the living room he had heard the news of the accident experienced by his master.
Of course Kinanthi was getting worried. And now, Mr. Herman asked him about his master's whereabouts. Keep in touch with him what are you trying?
“You know, if your car has an accident?”
“Iya, know. Earlier this morning the person from the vehicle insurance came to report Mr. Nabas' car that had an accident.”
“You also know, if Master is not in it?”
“Know. People from the vehicle insurance also say.”
Mr. Herman pensively. Knock his fingers on the antique marble table, which has unique patterns in the form of irregular lines. Maybe you're thinking about the possibility of Mr. Nabastala's existence.
“Kok, I can tell, if your car has an accident?” Kinanthi breaks up the reverie of Mr. Herman.
“Same. Earlier this morning there was also a person who claimed from the vehicle insurance, reported Mr. had an accident.”
“Maybe it's Mr.'s man,” guess Kinanthi.
“Why should tell others?”
Kinanthi's eyebrows are linked, getting a question back from Mr. Herman. Right, why do you have to tell someone else? Kinanthi's brain became blind, he finally chose silence. Fear of also if you speak wrong later.
“If you are your own master, why not call us directly?”
A feeling of confusion ran through Kinanthi's mind, next to his worry. Oh, Master! Where are you not? And what is going on with you there?
“Has this accident been reported to the authorities?” Kinanthi asked again. However, this time in a slow tone full of caution.
“It looks like already.”
Seems like? Kinanthi was inexhaustible, how could such an answer be thrown from the lips of a confidant of Mr. Nabastala himself.
“Master! Can I ask you something?”
Kinanthi felt like giving up on her master's matter. It is better not to involve himself further in the affairs that are happening to Mr. Nabastala. Because he felt there was a big conspiracy behind the accident that was happening. Fear of his soul being threatened.
“What?” Mr. Herman looked at Kinanthi.
A moment the two looked at each other, then Kinanthi immediately turned his eyes away. He chose to observe the portrait on the wall hanging haughtily.
“Where have you been all this time? Why after Mayang's return from the hospital, you never came home?”
“You don't know?”
The two views meet again. And Kinanthi tried to smile as naturally as possible. Although, he began to be shrouded in dislike over the sight of Mr. Herman who was probing.
“Really Kinan does not know, Mr.”
“Oh,” sigh Mr. Herman. “Master never told you?”
“Never,” replied Kinanthi shriek.
“You should ask directly with Mr.”
“Kok, so?”
“Because he now trusts you more than me.”
Mr. Herman uncovers the end of his plain cream cameja arm. Checking the watch that is coiled around the wrist. “It looks like I should be right back,” he said later.
“Loh, Where are you going? Not staying in this house anymore?”
The man in front of Kinanthi shook his head languidly, standing up. Makes Kinanthi even more astonished by the change in the face of Mr. Herman. There must be something hidden. Butwhat? Kinanthi couldn't have sniffed the information directly from Mr. Herman.
Had Mister existed, Kinanthi would have been able to ask him many things. Lah, now you're going nowhere. Want to ask who tried? A lizard stuck to the wall?
Oh, myGod!
Had the annoying man who had nicknamed him snail existed, surely he would have made his favorite food; rendang liver ampella chicken. As a form of gratification in negative connotations. And after that, he could scrape a lot. It seems to be a brilliant plan.
Yeah, well, good luck, Kinan!
