The Prince's Chess Piece
Special Surprise
Slowly the feeling began to erode, as the sense of patience that was pounding more and more. Hearts and wounds join together in the role of acting. Tears also shed as a sign of pain that blisters.
Kinanthi sniffled in her room. His heart was as sliced at the treatment of Lord Nabastala. Men whose nature is difficult to guess are sometimes good, sometimes also fierce whose ferocity exceeds that of hungry wolves. It's weird, but it's real.
I don't know, what kind of fate has dragged him to be stranded helpless, Kinanthi is only able to surrender even though he has no direction. There are tears that continue to wet his chubby cheeks with the back of his hand. Her lips started muttering, “Eager, Kinanthi. You can definitely.”
With a faint smile, he got up and continued walking outside the room. Surprised when he saw Mr. Herman standing in the doorway.
“Kok, Mr Herman is here?” tanya Kinanthi hesitated.
Eleven to twelve seconds of ambiance in awkwardness. Mr. Herman was silent, and Kinanthi was waiting for an answer.
Huh ....
A rough gust of breath out of Mr. Herman's mouth, as a sign he was dispelling his anxiety.
“Pak, are you okay?” ask Kinanthi again.
“Since there is Non Kinan, all so all complicated.”
Kinanthi gawking at the words of Mr. Herman. Guilt returned to his feelings.
“Excuse Kinan, Sir,”.
“If you just say sorry, everyone can do it, Non.”
As an assistant accustomed to living with the dictatorship of his master with various commands, it seems like this time Mr. Herman is in his pessimistic phase.
“Bapak was here no need?” asked Kinanthi without wanting to make any more small talk.
“Master told Non Kinan to go to his room. And also, this afternoon no need to cook.”
“Hah, is that right, sir? No need to cook for lunch?”
“Heh.” Mr. Herman nodded and passed away immediately.
Kinanthi pranced with excitement in her heart. It is free from cooking. The universe is shrewd, so like to tell.
••••
“Master,” call Kinanthi from door direction.
“Hem. Login.” The order of Lord Nabastala.
Kinanthi's gaze circulated sweeping through the entire room. Kinanthi's chest pounded, he saw the body of the master who was only wrapped in a towel was standing in front of the mirror. Maybe I'll take a shower. Kinanthi did not want to think that was not it, because it could later poison his subconscious.
His footsteps swung softly, to no sound. He stood about two or three feet from where the master stood.
“Mister's foot is better?” ask Kinanthi politely.
“Ehm.”
Mr. Nabastala remained in front of the mirror without looking at Kinanthi. He was busy looking at his face, occasionally grazed by his chin and jawbone.
“Tadi, Mr. Herman said, Sir called me. Can I help you?”
“Sini.” Lord Nabastala turned around, looking at Kinanthi.
“But—” Reflek Kinanthi cupped both palms to the face.
Unconsciously Kinanthi the master was already standing right in front of him, then held both of his wrists. It definitely made Kinanthi surprised.
“Open.”
Sometimes Mr. Nabastala's soft voice is like a magic spell buzzing in the ears. All his commands easily he always followed. Like this time, his hands slowly opened, revealing a male smile before him that was so mesmerizing.
The man with the arm muscles that contained it grabbed Kinanthi's body. Hugging into the chest of his field. As hypnotized, Kinanthi simply resigned by following the treatment of Mr. Nabastala. The smell of soap still lingers in the body of the master sniffed his sense of smell, making him close the eyes enjoying the sensation of a cascade of pervading the mind.
A gentle kiss landed on Kinanthi's forehead. Then Mr. Nabastala whispered softly in Kinanthi's ear, “ML, yuk!”
Glacier ....
Stretching hugs, sudden frowns, eyes narrowed, the brain worked very hard. Trying to digest the intent of Mr. Nabastala's words.
“Mean, Mister?”
“Main again. Continuing yesterday that was delayed due to cockroaches lack of work that is tacky in .. it.”
Kinanthi shook her head. “Do not, Sir,” whine.
“Why?”
“Kinan not ready.”
“Keep when?”
“Master is weird.” Kinanthi smiled with her innocence.
“Hahs. Weirdo? Strange what?”
“Times yes ngajakin ML use negotiation.” Kinanthi's laughter could no longer be contained.
Kinanthi's body thrashed. “Master, don't ...,” the door whines.
“Who's been abstaining, huh?”
Mr. Nabastala grew excited, laying Kinanthi's body on the bed. Forcibly opening the t-shirt Kinanthi was wearing. However, it did not work because the tiny body continued to rebel, trying to escape.
“Can be silent, nak?” snapped Mr. Nabastala sultry with the action of Kinanthi who continues to thrash.
Kinanthi softened her lips, “That master is indeed strange. Sometimes good, sometimes fierce like a tiger. Scare Kinan, Mr.”
“What did you say?”
Mr. Nabastala sat on the edge of the bed, digesting the words Kinanthi had just said.
“Ah, stupid time. What is clear today is that you will not escape from this hungry tiger.”
Mr. Nabastala's body began to move, his hands swiftly grasping both of Kinanthi's wrists tightly. Her lips took on a role of her own; the neckline of Kinanthi. He kissed her lustfully, his tongue swept along.
The universe sends a special surprise. The middle-aged woman was standing in the doorway. Watching the beginning of the scene of a young couple's bed.
“What the fuck are you guys?” he cried out in wrath.
The cry was like a thunderbolt that struck in broad daylight. The new struggle will begin at a moment's halt. Mr. Nabastala turned towards the voice, picked up his towel which had been removed, and hurriedly put it back on. Kinanthi was silent on the bed sitting while hugging her knees.
“Mama when to go home?” asked Mr. Nabastala with a nervous face. He approached his mother standing.
“Who is he?” the index finger of the woman called mama leads to Kinanthi.
“Dia .. day ...”
Mr. Nabastala is confused as to what to answer. Afraid the answer will further aggravate the atmosphere.
“Who is he?” her mother's snapping is getting louder.
“Kinan, Mom. Wife candidate Nabas.”
An answer that just escaped from the lips of Mr. Nabastala, without thinking first what the consequences were. Kinanthi did not believe his hearing. Wife-to-be, he said.
“So because of that woman, made you reject Mayang, did you?”
Kinanthi who did not understand the direction of the conversation of Mr. Nabastala and his mother, in silence he became a good spectator.
“Ma ... many times Nabas said, Nabas does not like Mayang, Ma ...”
“Mama also does not want to know, anyway you have to marry Mayang. Point.”
With a feeling of anger, her mother left the room. Makes Kinanthi feel a little more relieved. He jumped down from the bed, with a smile floating on his lips that he had no idea what it meant. Approaching the master who was still standing beside the door.
“That was his mother, sir,” asked Kinanthi slowly.
“Udah knows still tanya.”
“Free to ensure.” Kinanthi looked at Mr. Nabastala's face which looked in a state of turmoil. His gaze was fixed, full of searching. “Which is it, Mister?”
“Kepo.”
“So can't know?”
Sometimes Kinanthi's innocence really sucks. Make Mr. Nabastala keep wiping his hair.
“Kinan.”
“Heh. What, Mister?”
“You're not my girlfriend?”
“Pacar?”
“Pickers lie.”
“Well, what's in it? Ogah.”
“Uang.”
“Master sure?”
A nod of the head made the heavy weight on Kinanthi's body instantly lift. His brain immediately devised various plans. Take advantage of opportunities in narrow-mindedness.
“Siap, Mr.” Kinanthi's hand stretched out, hugging that burly body, leaving Lord Nabastala in shock.
“Pinter boy,” whispered Mr. Nabastala slowly as his hand gently rubbed Kinanthi's hair.
Bringing us into the drift of each other's minds. Thank you to the world for such a special surprise.
“Master, her legs no longer hurt?”
The whisper of the little girl was just like a car horn on a quiet street, so surprising. But the question is also true. How could his sprained leg be that fast?
And, he himself did not feel pain in his legs after almost slipping for the second time in the bathroom earlier. Until forcing her to take a bath again because of the involuntary clinging to the handle of the shower that makes it soaked.
