The Prince's Chess Piece
Whose fault?
“Come on, Kinan!”
Voice calls that do not want to be discussed at all. Kinanthi just relaxed her body. Neutralize the feeling so that his constantly throbbing head feels better. His head felt dizzy, because of the thought of his master's invitation that requires him to go to the nightclub.
Of course he resolutely refused. Afraid to go to that place. Because a lifetime has never entered such a place. Hearing his name alone has made him creep, especially if to set foot in it. It could be goosebumps disco and real made faint because of it.
He was so anti with the name of a nightclub. It is said that the closest people who have gone to the place are indeed very horror. In fact, the horror exceeds the corner of the cinema, where there are often technical errors in the sound system. The sound is out of sync between the screen and the sound in the back corner. Less horror how else, try?
He said again, the nightclubs are also very noisy, exceeding the noise of the city streets that are hit by traffic jams. The roar of the vehicle and the sound of the horn overlap understatedly.
However, what about Mr Nabastala's decree that clearly requires him to come along?
Now for what reason should he refuse? How about pretending his stomach is heartburn?
That seems like a pretty cliche reason. From now on he looks fine, why, now suddenly heartburn? Mr. Nabastala would have easily guessed it.
Pretend overslept? Oh... lola's fucking lola! When, you can be smart?
“Kinan, long time ago?”
The slings on the door sounded very loud. Signs are upset.
“Kinan, open!”
A cute girl with a white T-shirt appeared behind the open door.
In front of him stood Mr. Nabastala with a slim fit cameja and gray long jeans and semi-formal shoes. A very relaxed outfit.
“Why, Mister?”
“Kok, you haven't changed clothes?”
“Kinan already said do not want to come.”
Kinanthi's face looked pouted. He doesn't like being forced into that one thing.
“Change yourself, do I change?”
Mr. Nabastala does not appear to be joking with his offer. Makes Kinanthi exhale rough. He's disappointed.
“Master,” whining later.
“No need to whine on a kid's cake. Can?”
With Mr. Nabastala's wrath, he entered the room. Opening the closet door. And choose a dress that is suitable for wearing Kinanthi.
“Stay! And get down quickly. I wait under.”
His name is sir, yes, still sir. All his commands must be obeyed exactly the king's order is a must.
Kinanthi picked up the dress chosen by Mr. Nabastala and quickly put it on. Sleeveless dress with low cleavage is bright red, with a length slightly below the knee. Makes her look sexy and cute. Combined padan with short heels kitten shoes about 4.75 cm black. Contrasting color combination.
“Kinan, come on!”
The cry of Mr. Nabastala again split the silence, adding to the degree of anger in Kinanthi's heart. He really felt angry and uncomfortable with the dress he was wearing.
Look for something from the cupboard that might help him to cover his fairly exposed arms.
Short sleeve bolero. “Keren,” murmured Kinanthi was satisfied.
With the feeling of increasingly ungodly, he also went down the stairs. The sound of a knock on his step caused a rhythm, making Mr. Nabastala who was waiting for him look dumbfounded.
“There's a weird?” tanya Kinanthi with her face bent.
“Neither.”
“Lah, that? Eyes why should bulging?”
“You are so beautiful tonight.”
“Praise it is not sincere, there must be a wish.” Kinanthi put on a sour face again, not liking to be praised.
“Not. That's not what it means.”
“Keep what does that mean?”
Mr. Nabastala became clumsy himself, feeling awry. “Just leave, yuk!” The man chose to divert the conversation, before everything became a mess.
With all the attention, Mr. Nabastala took Kinanthi's arm affectionately towards the car that was parked in the yard.
“Modus,” screams Kinanthi impenetrate.
••••
The De Vilya Club. Located around the Cilandak Towsn Square shopping center area, South Jakarta. A nightclub with a unique interior concept that is quite difficult to describe through the definition of words. With a blend of violet colors collide with green color that displays a catchy impression.
One of the clubs that is very special to choose from, and a nightlife destination that is visited by many cool and stylish young people.
After traveling for about thirty minutes without a sound, Mr. Nabastala immediately brought Kinanthi into the nightclub area. Where he had booked a VIP sofa there, and did not choose a private room because the goal is just to find a different atmosphere.
Every visitor's presence, must be immediately greeted by the sound of music playing. Tightening, including us.
“Hei, Bro!” exclaimed Mr. Nabastala found his two best friends who had been sitting on the VIP sofa of his order.
“Nabas!” Embrace Mahika with her wide laugh.
The three laughed crisply.
Kinanthi stood looking at Mr. Nabastala who was so crisp. His smile was unceasingly floating perfectly, adding to his true charm of good looks.
“Hei, Kinan!” sapa Mahika smiled with her signature style. Blinking one of his eyes.
“Hei, also.” Kinanthi replied with a slight indolence. His heart still harbored a deep sense of arrogance towards his master.
“Sit, gih!”
“Thank you.”
Kinanthi chose to sit beside Mahika, slightly away from the master.
Time goes by without feeling. After the release of the passionate longing is channeled. Not caring about everything around him, whose name is a friend even though fellow men, yes, remain friends. And they also have their own way of letting go of longing.
Mr. Nabastala continued to talk with his two friends who rarely met. Because the ocean is so vast. Ehzan and Mahika are expanding their Indonesian culinary business abroad. Located in Tokyo, Japan.
Because of the fun of chatting with his best friend, the existence of Kinanthi was starting to be ignored, incarnating an invisible figure for them.
Is this what you call having fun?
“Let's dance,” cried Mahika and Ehzan followed behind her.
They head for the dance floor just to prance around. Fused with a sea of human children from various circles, and the Caucasians of course. Enjoying the accompaniment of music that jerks.
Mr. Nabastala followed after downing the drink in his glass first.
Kinanthi didn't know what to do. Because I've never been into a place of such frenetic nightclubs. Where he can freely see the young people who are busy without feeling embarrassed or disturbed.
They believe that this world belongs to them. Other visitors are just passing by.
The VIP sofa Mr. Nabastala had ordered was empty. He sat down and enjoyed the solitude between the deafening music. Don't know if someone across the table is watching his movements.
“Only alone,” greet the man who had been watching him, approaching.
“Em .. yes,” Kinanthi replied. “Eh, no.” In a hurry he corrected.
“Can I accompany?”
“Sorry, it doesn't seem.” Politely he refused.
However, the man wrapped in a t-shirt and jeans actually extended his hand. “Devan,” said.
Kinanthi did not respond. He does not have to know foreign men in the noisy place.
Strangely though not ignored by Kinanthi, the man actually put the face of the rhino. Unconcerned and sat at will beside Kinanthi. The young girl was forced to shift a little away.
“Hei! Ordinary times, do not need to sok alim.”
Kinanthi's eyes widened to hear the foreign man beside her.
“You're funny.” The man chuckled.
Kinanthi's face flushed red with anger. Even so, he must be able to control himself not to cause a commotion.
“No need to fear, I will not bite let alone kidnap you,” added the man still with a crisp laugh.
“Sorry, can you leave me,” pinta Kinanthi politely.
“It's, okay! No problem. I went.” A man named Devan prepares to leave. A glass of the drink he had brought was thrust in front of Kinanthi, “Make you. Think of it as an apology that's disturbing. Sorry!”
He saw the back that was moving away. His mind refused to say that the man wanted to be evil. “He must be a good man.” Her smile expanded not believing in such an innocent way of thinking.
Straight away the net looked at the tiny sloki glass that only contained half. What is wrong with accepting the kindness of strangers? After all, he's gone, if he intends evil is not possible?
Kinanthi immediately downed the contents in a glass that was only half. Don't think anymore, why only half, it's left over or not. It doesn't matter what kind of drink it is. The alcohol? All he thought about was the good intentions of the man just now, why should it be wasted.
“Crazy. Is this a drink or what?” he screeched while holding his throat which was hot as if burning.
And it did not take a long time his head felt swirling, his vision also fell.
“Master,” call it down. “Master anywhere?”
Kinanthi's gaze that started to blur was glued. The man called Master did not reply. Only his hands worked according to instinct. The girl in front of him needed her.
“Master, where are we going?” Kinanthi asked again.
His vision was getting blurred. However, he was still able to recognize every corridor he was going through. This was not the entrance he had just walked through. And that means?
Where is the master taking him?
Clik.
The door sounds open. And his body was slowly lowered like on a long sofa. Definitely not a bed, because it feels too narrow.
A gentle touch stroked her cheeks, brushing the fine hairs on her forehead. And a kiss landed quickly on his lips.
Nope. The man who had just carried him was not his master. He memorized Mr. Nabastala's favorite ritual that would not miss a soft kiss on his forehead.
Damnit damnit! Kinanthi started to curse. What about his fate now?
