The Prince's Chess Piece

The Unexpected

The classic framed digital clock on its sides is showing at eleven p.m. It adheres gracefully to the yellowish orange-colored walls similar to the color of apricots. But a little paler than the color of the fruit.

While the anxiety continued to struggle I approached every face sitting in the living room, including Kinanthi and bi Idah in between. Each with his mind wanders; pitting.

Despite all day struggling in the search, anxiety continues to follow the mind wants to stick to the demen sangking over what is being worried that does not find an answer.

Mr. Nabastala, who was reported to have been in an accident, has not been informed. It was like disappearing into the noise of the city of Jakarta.

Kinanthi sat down while hugging the sofa cushion looking for warmth there. While in his hand tightly grasping the device given by Mr. Nabastala, he was very hopeful if the master would contact him or at least there was an incoming message that reported his existence.

However, the wait for the girl seemed to be ending, because there was no sign if the man who often made his heart stir was showing news.

“Maybe we better rest first.” Madam suggested, “agar tomorrow, we all have more stamina to continue the search back.”

Mayang also stood up. “Maybe better so,” timpaly enthusiastic.

“You Kinan?” Bi Idah threw a glance, as if asking for an opinion.

“Aibi rest first,” suggestion Kinanthi, “let me wait a little while longer,” he added.

All passed towards each other's rooms, leaving the girl with waisty hair all alone in such a spacious living room.

Silence crept, as night air temperatures increasingly fell at their lowest. Carrying a bite possessed Kinanthi's body which was only wrapped in a plain black t-shirt.

Soon he moved to take a blanket so as not to freeze because of the cold. Enough freezer residents who freeze, the hearts of singles do not follow.

And Kinanthi chose to curl back up on the sofa. Sleeping in the room is the same. Both snuggle up alone.

In the waiting that always teaches patience, makes him feel the time like stopping in saturation. But as much as possible, he continued to survive. Until finally the drowsiness came to ambush. Unknowingly Kinanthi had been asleep for an hour or even two.

Until the voices out there forced him to wake up. With a feeling of laziness, made him raise his head. Looking at the origin of the sound. Who knows, there are thieves out there who are caught, continue to be beaten by residents, and he can follow the excitement. So expectantly.

Silent silence. There's no sound whatsoever. Except for the roar of the road with one or two vehicles speeding.

“Ah, maybe my feelings only, her inner”.

He again spread his head, fixing the location of the sofa cushion on the neck so that his sleep is more comfortable.

“I told you, don't fail!”

Kinanthi back on the phone, “That's the voice of the mistress and unmistakably, her inner” ensures.

For the sake of the universe and all its contents, which is difficult to understand. Kinanthi with his curiosity got up and walked creeping in the darkness. Although there will be a price to pay if it is found out, he does not care. Most importantly, he had to know what secret was waiting for him.

Slowly he continued to slack off, hiding beside the dark window with the curtains closing perfectly on his body. Fortunately, the living room lamp was deliberately extinguished after taking the blanket, so the state of the room was pitch black to make its existence now protected.

“Do not say, Nabas disappeared due to your work that is not sober!”

“What did you say?”

“Not Nabas driving it? Are you right?”

Behind the hideout, Kinanthi continued to focus on listening to the conversation of the mistress who was talking on the phone. I don't know with whom. No clue can bring it to light.

Although Kinanthi is not a smart girl, but she knows what to do. Not to forget he opened the application ‘Voice Memo ’ on his device contained in a folder labeled ‘Extras’. To get evidence of the mistress' crime. Even though Kinanthi himself was not so sure of what he was doing.

“Tristan! I don't want to know, if until the plan is leaked, you yourself will suffer the consequences.”

When the man's name was called, Kinanthi immediately felt helpless to hear it. The madam's voice was resolute, quite clearly passing through her sense of hearing.

“Conspiration of this kind let alone?” hiss Kinanthi. He really did not believe his hearing. How is it possible, it is precisely the people who are around Mr. Nabastala himself who intend to eliminate his master.

Kinanthi could not imagine if his master knew the true circumstances. How could the lady have planned the murder against Mr. Nabastala?

They have lived together for years. Are there no feelings for each other? Ah ... in the sea is foreseeable, in the heart who knows?

Clik.

The room lamp is perfectly lit. Luminous. Making Kinanthi narrow his gaze. In an instant stopped also his wish to explore the world of daydreams, dragged back to reality.

“Ngapain you there?”

Damnit damnit!

Because of his daydreams Kinanthi forgot to leave his hiding place.

Now, the madam was already standing not far from before him. Kinanthi revealed the curtains that were used to cover her body when hiding. The wire used to record is still on.

“Oh my God! Why are you that reckless, Kinan?” ledek mistress with a scornful smile.

“There must be a way out,” thought Kinanthi. He did not want to give up just because he was found out.

“Give me your phone!” the madam's orders later.

Kinanthi's gaze glanced at a figure in the distance. May he be deliberately chosen by God as his helper god.

“Give! And I'll forgive you.”

Kinanthi stood up with her trembling body. Slowly, even very slowly he shifted to the window behind him that was locked tightly. Not so quick to arouse suspicion. He's planning something.

“Ma—maaf, Mistress.” Kinanthi's voice sounded stammering.

“Sorry? Okay. Just give me your phone first!”

Clamps.

Kinanthi brandished her phone with a smile. “Now let's see.”

Immediately Kinanthi's body turned back to the mistress facing the open shutters.

Bugh.

I heard the sound of falling things.

“Come have fun. Happy searching!” exclaimed Kinanthi smiling triumphantly.

“Kinan!”

From the kitchen, bi Idah gave her thumbs up. Kinanthi almost threw a smile. However, it was soon undone, afraid if the madam saw it.

Feeling annoyed at having played Kinanthi, the mistress immediately stepped away, rushing towards the bushes of the plant where Kinanthi threw his phone.

Not to forget, “Ikut!” madam's orders are rude.

For the sake of secrecy in order to stay awake, Kinanthi had to comply.

••••

Almost two hours, Kinanthi circled the park that was not how big it was. Combed all the small leaves are flat, deciduous leaves that grow more fertile on the right-left. The result remains nil.

Madam started to look frantic, because the search has not yet got results. And Kinanthi's heart cheered in victory.

Uh, don't be happy with you, Kinan!

Until the day before dawn, the sky began to show a very dim white light. Then the light yellowed, turning red as the sun approached the horizon.

Hoam .... Kinanthi. “Kinan sleepy, Mistress!”

“Stupid time!”

“Let's search again, now rest first, yes,” pinta Kinanthi.

“Just keep looking!”

“Basic lady jerky!” maki Kinanthi in heart.

He kicked a small pebble as an impingement of his frustration.

Tak.

It hit the window, and bounced back almost to someone who was walking up to it.

“Master!” yang Kinanthi.

The man called master nodded. With his cool style he ruffled Kinanthi's hair. Makes the girl gobsmack for a moment.

“Ngapain clock as soon as ruffled the park? Less work?”

“Or less work, Mama?” To his mother who stood in silence.

“You've come home?” sahut madam weak.

“Why? You wouldn't expect it, would you?”

“Not so he meant, Nabas.”

“Terus?”

“Ih, this is what the hell! Just returned home, already fighting, aja.” Kinanthi bravely broke up. “Master must also be tired, right? Better rest first.”

Mr. Nabastala left his mother followed Kinanthi from behind.

“Please make warm tea. Bring all of you to room.”

“Siap. Breakfast too, Mister?”

“Not necessary.”

“Oh.”

Kinanthi looked at her master passing up the stairs. There was something strange about his attitude that looked so cold.

“Kinan!”

“Hah, yes Mr.”

“Wash!” his orders while throwing a suit that had been slung on his shoulder.

His action of throwing the suit, oh, further adds to the charm of his fondness. Make Kinanthi's heart melt more.

“Good, Mr.”

Kinanthi's tiny hand swiftly waited for the toss of the suit that was heading towards her. But yes .. that is. Predictable. Kinanthi was less nimble in catching him.

He-he .. Kinanthi's laughter is breaking. Shame that the catch didn't work. And the corner of the lips of the man who was walking up the stairs curved in a split second.

Behind a failure, there must be a smiling person laughing.

It'sit's okay. For the sake of Mr. Nabastala it was an exception for Kinanthi. He is wholehearted, really!