The Prince's Chess Piece
Secret Dock
“The only thing that can pass so quickly is time.” A quote, I don't know who wrote it. However, to Kinanthi the quote was like a dash of passion for the days he spent in the house of Mr. Nabastala.
This time something was different, suddenly his heart was suddenly silent among the universe when dusk changed night. Although actually the feeling of anxiety is lying helpless because of the strange lie.
In the living room, while enjoying the television spectacle Mr. Nabastala was sitting opposite his mother. They had been arguing nonstop since dinner. Even Kinanthi was brought up as well as in the debate.
Kinanthi himself is still struggling with his kitchen business. However, his ears were too obedient to be invited to compromise. Their conversations can be heard in such detail, without fear of being caught by those who continue to argue without giving up.
“Please, Babas. Just this once you heard the words, Mama.”
“Ma, that feeling can't be forced.”
“Nabas, that love can grow over time.”
“Ma, Nabas does not like to be forced, let alone arranged with Mayang.”
“What's less, Nabas? She's beautiful, kind, well educated. Less what try?”
“Lack of fruit, Mistress.” Kinanthi sat down while offering a plate of fresh fruit that has been peeled. Hoping his presence would stop their debate.
Mr. Nabastala immediately plucked the piece of apple and chewed it. “Mm .. sweet. Sweet as you.” Blinked the master's net at Kinanthi.
Kinanthi only responded with an amused smile. At first glance his gaze glanced at the mistress who showed a hue of face began to look turbid. As a sign of not liking the presence of Kinanthi.
“Honey! Here, sit.” Mr. Nabastala's hand patted the sofa beside him.
Kinanthi shook her head and was about to move.
“Is. Where the hell are you going, honey?”
The burly hand more deftly grabbed Kinanthi's wrist, and guided him to sit beside him. Like a couple of lovers.
Watching that, of course the madam became even more furious. He took a piece of pineapple, passed his throw to the face of Kinanthi.
Seeing that the error was not right, Mr. Nabastala's hand immediately swiftly caught his mother's throw.
“Ah, Mom! Ngapain was also thrown. Eaten kek gini will be more delicious.” Catch pieces of pineapple directly into the mouth. “Hap. Emm.”
“Nabas,” shouted his mother wrath. “Kinanthi it's just a helper.”
“Ma, the important thing is that Nabasas likes Kinan, Ma,” he replied firmly.
“You are yes, if you say always ngeyel. Mama regrets returning to Jakarta.”
“Nabas also did not tell Mama back, after all Nabas was used to living alone, Ma.”
“Heh. You are now very brave to argue with Mama. Must be because of the women of the village.”
Kinanthi lowered her head, her gaze avoiding the forefinger of the mistress that was pointing towards her face. He knows himself why he also has to be provoked by emotions, right, he is just a fake girlfriend of Mr. Nabastala.
She really is an innocent girl. Yes, it could be in the middle of the arena of anger of the child and his mother's smile expands just like that.
“Tuh, look! The girl you said love was crazy.” The mistress's finger again pointed towards Kinanthi's face. “People get scolded even smile themselves. If not crazy what is the name?”
“Ma, what the hell, anyway? snapped Mr. Nabastala hard.
“Nabbas. You, yeah! Huh.”
CASTING ....
The plate containing fruits on the glass table shifted rapidly by the libasan of his mother's hand, breaking into pieces as the contents scattered. The body of the middle-aged woman who still left the beauty in her youth inched away from us both.
Of course Kinanthi was surprised. Both reflex palms covered his ears. It is unexpected that Mr. Nabastala's mother will be angry.
“You okay?”
Our gaze clashed, Kinanthi looked at his master's face with an intense gaze, inside the blackish bead he felt that there was an anxiety stored up for him.
“Thank you, Mr.”
“For what”
“Thank you, Master cares so much about me.” Kinanthi lowered her head, then stood up to immediately clean the floor.
“This is what I helped you with.”
“No need, Mr.”
“Let our drama look more and more perfect.” Along with a curvy smile on Mr. Nabastala's lips.
“Master is so evil anyway madam?”
“This is not evil Kinan, this is firmly his name.”
“Press?”
“Mm. Someday you will understand the meaning.”
“But sir, rude to the old man was a bad act.”
••••
In Mr. Nabastala's luxurious room, Kinanthi is now standing. The master was sitting leaning on a classic modeled sofa that had a large size with a sturdy frame and the end of his arms rolled up.
“Kinan, sit.” The voice of the master broke the silence.
Kinanthi.
“Kinan,” call the master again.
“No, Sir. Let Kinan stand.” Refuse smooth.
Silence regained control of the situation. Each is busy with a different mind.
Hc .. tok.
“Tuan.” Mr. Herman just walked in before he was allowed to, because the door was open.
Mr. Nabastala nodded his head in understanding what Mr. Herman whispered. “Ehm. Got it. Then get her.” immediately
Mr. Herman nodded respectfully to understand the master's orders, then he walked out of the room.
Inwardly, Kinanthi was curious as to what they had just talked about. But he had no power to ask, so he refrained from asking.
“Kinan, please get me a cold drink. It feels really thirsty.”
“Good, Mr.”
Kinanthi immediately resigned, to pick up the drink the master ordered. Just as he climbed five to six steps, he saw Mr. Herman rush into the guest room.
Bizarrely. It's not usual for Mr. Herman to do that, Kinanthi thought. Ah .. It's none of his business. He continued to climb the stairs regardless of what he had just seen.
When his footsteps were about to turn towards the kitchen, his ears caught the awkwardness from the direction of the guest room. There was such a noise. Of course, the turmoil of the young Kinanthi's soul began to flare; curious. So he decided to eavesdrop. His steps tiptoed, settling like a burglar in broad daylight, his hearing was further sharpened.
“Plan-swallow only, Herman. No need to rush.”
Eyebrow Kinanthi linked. Isn't that the voice of the lady? Why them? Kinanthi's ears were fixed to the door.
“Ah, you still remain as you were. Even though your age is starting to twilight, but this you haven't changed. Stay supple.”
“You were praising what insulting. From dusk, you say?”
“Come on, don't get mad napa. Rarely do we have a chance like this. Now we can't be as free as we used to be, Nabas is an adult.”
“Yes too, sih.”
Curiosity increasingly pervaded Kinanthi's mind. Mr Herman and the lady, what are they doing? Don't-don't— Kinanthi immediately smothering his mouth. Don't let him make a sound.
A minute later the situation was empty. Kinanthi was about to move. Afraid that they might catch him later. Or Mr. Nabastala was shouting to call him.
Just a step away Kinanthi moved, the sound of their conversation re-sounding.
“You're up.” Faintly the voice of Mr. Herman was heard.
“Ngak want ah, if the above can not enjoy,” the answer of the mistress sounds more clear.
What the hell, whispered Kinanthi inwardly. What do they want to try? Playing horses?
The noise was heard again. This time it was precisely the leg of the table that creaked like a push. The longer it gets louder and keeps repeating.
Kinanthi's hair feels bristling. There was a ticklish feeling coming to his mind. “Ah ... slow down.” The voice of the madam again sounded along with her wild sigh.
Kinanthi mangut-mangut omen understand. He is mature enough to understand the situation. Rush away, leaving behind a speck of secret he shouldn't have known.
Not always the secret can be called a secret, when a pair of ears have heard it. No matter, even though the ear just happened to hear it.
And be thankful when the Almighty with all his power makes his eyes limited in visibility, as well as his ears limited in hearing distance. That's one way he keeps his creatures in disgrace.
