The Prince's Chess Piece

The HP Password

“Master seems like need to see this one first.”

“Apaan?”

Kinanthi tried to get rid of the nervous feeling and thrust his salary in front of Mr. Nabastala who was sitting leaning on the headboard of the bed with his hands crossed to the back of the head.

The goal was to report the mistress' malicious intentions, who planned to harm Mr. Nabastala. Kinanthi had to do just that, since it was already concerning the dead life of a person. He does not want to have regrets later on.

According to Kinanthi, the actions of the mistress are no longer tolerable. There are laws to be held accountable within it. Whether you want to believe it or not, it's a later affair. The most important thing is reported first.

“Master can see for himself.”

Kinanthi remained steadfast with his sacrificial cave even though it was not immediately accepted. His hands almost felt sore. Just try if he is not the master, maybe he will not show such a sweet look.

“Master should see,” firmly again.

“I'm tired. Later on.”

“Master should see it now. Otherwise, you will regret.”

“Yang right?” Both of Mr. Nabastala's eyebrows are linked. Showing disbelief with what the adorable chubby-faced girl just said.

Kinanthi understood very well that her master was very stubborn. So it's not easy to convince.

“Serden Sir.” Kinanthi placed his gawai on the nightstand next to the bed. And rushed with annoyance.

“Kinan!”

Not even Kinanthi reached for the doorknob, Mr. Nabastala had already called out to him. Just as he stood before her until his arms were cramping, his legs were simply ignored. Lah, now ....

“What do you want, this guy?” inner Kinanthi screeched.

He was forced to turn around, facing his master who had fallen asleep while playing the device that had been proffered.

You fucking flea sucker shit!

“Password what?”

“Waduh dangar,” muttered Kinanthi.

“What?”

“Not. Mean Kinan, let Kinan alone open his password.”

“No! Just tell me what password?”

Kinanthi's face felt hot flushed out. Not because of the pink virus, but is bearing the shame.

“Ah, basic Kinanthi! You can make a password that makes you ashamed of yourself,” umpatnya continue to curse inwardly.

“Hello, Kinan! How about dumb?”

“Em .. anu.”

Exactly maling sandals in musala and perggok who have. Kinanthi felt non-pussy. Confused himself because of his prank password.

“P**its password ... em anu. So?”

“Not. Not that.”

“Terus?”

“Let Kinan only the bukain.” Kinanthi is back. Wish only he knew his ridiculous password.

“Kinan! Don't ripple. Can not?”

“Riweuh? What is Mister?” tanya Kinanthi gawking. Understandably she is a pure virgin native to East Java precisely the city of Patria, Blitar. How to know Sundanese.

“Ribet.”

“Oh, it turns ribet. Kirain what.”

Kinanthi is scratching his head. Dizziness looking for the right word match so that his master does not misinterpret the password later.

While Mr. Nabastala increasingly impatient want to know the password of Kinanthi's phone. Because the girl in front of him started acting strange. The situation is starting to become suspicious, of course, curious.

With the face getting flushed more and more to resist embarrassment, “I love you,” said Kinanthi timidly.

“What? Not wrong?”

“Ngak,” Kinanthi replied ketus.

“You shot me?”

Mr. Nabastala who from earlier played Kinanthi's phone, in one jump was standing firmly in front of Kinanthi.

“I love you too, Kinan,” exclaimed as he held the girl into his arms.

Lordy! This is what Kinanthi doesn't want. Mr. Nabastala must have misunderstood. He thought he was making it. Oh, naw!

It is fitting that his master often nicknamed him ‘Siput Lola’, it turns out he is indeed that sola. Can be a victim of his own password that is not clear jluntrungnya. He was also caught in his own stupidity.

“Mr, lastin Kinan.”

“Kok removable. Why?”

“Neg. Not misunderstood.”

“Jadi .... You understand what Kinan means?”

Kinanthi looked up, looking for his own answer from Mr. Nabastala's stare to reassure his heart.

Seen a pair of browned eyeballs that used to make him lost because too long buried the imagination there. Doesn't show any lies there.

So then?

A gentle warm kiss landed on Kinanthi's forehead, as Mr. Nabastala's favorite ritual against the sweet girl in his arms.

“Padahan only a day did not see you, but I was already missing,” whispered Mr. Nabastala.

Kinanthi didn't respond. He focused more on his heartbeat that did not want to be invited to compromise. Dag-dig-dug is like jumping around looking for a foothold.

Is this how it feels to fall in love?

••••

“Ma! Can not explain, this all means what?”

Mr. Nabastala put down the voice recording from Kinanthi's phone. Her mother, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looked haughty like challenging her son. Not even concerned with the sound he heard.

“OK. If you don't want to explain now, let me explain everything at the police station,” annan Mr. Nabastala.

“You dare?”

“Don't think Nabas didn't dare, Ma! Nabas had forgiven her many times, and hid many of her crimes. Nabas only hoped that someday my mother would change. But when, Ma?”

“During mom's request you don't follow. During that time anyway mama will remain a bad woman.”

“Ma ..”.

“Already!”

“Good. But only 10% of the shares that Nabas owns.”

“Twenty percent.”

“Ten percent or nothing. It's up mama.”

Quite tempting offer actually. However, the madam remained unmoved. His mind was filled with ambiguous desires. Only this time Nabastala was willing to give up a few percent of the shares he owned in the company, although not in accordance with what he wanted. And that's quite a surprise. How come?

In the past, many years ago the mistress tried desperately to get the shares and never succeeded. Starting from asking for it carefully even using the most unreasonable way. Nabastala can always control everything, his stance never wavers. Saying no, yes, still no. But now?

“OK,” replied madam finally.

“With some conditions.”

Mr. Nabastala turned to look at Kinanthi who was standing beside him. Requesting files in a specially prepared map for the mistress. Kinanthi himself did not know what it contained.

“It. Mama can read it first.”

The madam read very carefully the points of the terms that her stepson had put forward, which consisted of three main points.

Must comply with company requirements.

Can't bother Kinanthi, whatever the reason.

Immediately leave the house or talk rough feet up.

“Already expected,” said mistress sneering.

“No, no problem. Ten percent is not how much with the lure that mama offers against Mayang.”

“Nabbas. You—”

“Quiet, Ma! Nabas knows which is best for Nabas do.”

With a huff the madam regained the file in the map, and signed it. Then threw a rough throw in front of his son.

“Satisfied, now?”

“Of course.”

Mr. Nabastala's smile expands. He looks so very happy.

“Kinan, it's time we party.”

Mr. Nabastala turned to the girl who was still standing faithfully beside him.

“Party? Party for what, Mister?”

“Our celebration is soan.”

Mr. Nabastala's laughter broke out, displaying a row of his neat and pure white teeth.

Kinanthi just shook her head. How could a quarter-century-old boy pass by be acting exactly like an elementary school boy.

Could it be because of her unhappy childhood?