The Prince's Chess Piece
Mysterious Conversations
Anxiety is able to subdue anyone who wants without exception. Taking him for a moment pulled over, from the hustle and bustle of the world. Allowing silence marries the imagination that wanders into lonely minds.
Fortunately, the universe is too good at hiding the strange invisible problems of its creatures. Until at the bite of longing that deliberately paused the distance, he chose to dwell spell the horror that many times over.
He saw the clock working on his room table, right at one in the morning. However, his eyes did not close. As if on the wall of his room lit up a virtual image featuring two figures of the angel; his beloved Mother and Father.
Her tears came back breaking. A month he had been living in the house of Mr. Nabastala, not once had he sent word to his parents. The longing in his chest grew even more unstoppable, so torturous.
Kinanthi uncovered the blanket covering her legs, went to the kitchen to get some water to drink. His throat felt so thirsty and a little itchy.
He turned on the kitchen light, grabbed a clean glass and immediately opened the refrigerator door. A cold chill hit his face, it felt so comfortable. Breathe in and take it slowly.
His hand took out a bottle of mineral water and poured its contents on the glass he was holding. Almost the glass in his handle fell from shock when he heard it like a loud bang on the table.
BRACKET.
Kinanthi quickly closed the refrigerator door, and turned off the kitchen lights. With a feeling of anxiety he quickly sharpens hearing. Long, quiet atmosphere without sound. Just the roar of his breath, became the only sound he heard.
“I've told you, all must be according to plan,” snapped a man with a rough intonation.
Kinanthi couldn't confirm whose voice it was.
“But Nabas does not want to be betrothed, you will know for yourself.” A woman with a loud voice spoke.
“Force him.”
“Tapi—?”
“You want, our relationship has been spread to the media? Huh?” It seems that man is threatening.
Kinanthi's chest was pounding in his hiding. He can't be sure who they are. Because the sound of crying dominates the situation. It's probably Mrs and Mr. Herman. But why should they betrothed Lord Nabastala?
Kinanthi reentered her room, after which the situation felt quite safe. He doesn't want to get into problems he shouldn't know about. His mind was constantly searching for the possibility of who they were. Until his drowsiness ambushed without being able to avoid.
••••
“Kinan.” The sound of the call screeched along with the pounding on the door many times.
“Kinan ... wake up!”
Kinanthi squirmed, rubbing her newly woken eyes. His steps are a little staggered.
“Master,” said after opening the door.
“What time is it now? Heh?” grunt the master annoyed.
Kinanthi sniffed her shoulders a sign of not understanding.
“Kinan.” Now it gets harder.
Kinanthi quickly covered both of his ears with each of his index fingers.
“What the hell, Sir? Early in the morning just play. Not so handsome kapok.”
“Laper, tauk,” replied the gentleman.
“Hah?” Kinanthi bengong, “So, sir haven't had breakfast?”
The master nodded.
“In the meantime, Kinan shower first keep making breakfast.” Kinanthi grabbed the door handle and was about to close it.
But the master actually blocked Kinanthi's hand, then barged in. Making Kinanthi shake his head.
“Dih, what the hell, Mister?” grunts Kinanthi.
“You see you take a shower,” he whispered softly while chuckling.
“Master dare?”
“Then, Kinan will not pretend to be a boyfriend again, Mr.” Kinanthi's hands were crossed as if she wanted to challenge.
“You dare?” The master's eyes glared sharply.
“Who is afraid.” Kinanthi threw her butt on the mattress where she slept.
Seeing the super cute attitude of Kinanthi without fear made Mr. Nabastala feel astonished. It turned out that the plain pretentious woman in front of him had the guts to fight him. And only this time he met a woman like Kinanthi.
“Kinan.”
“Hem.”
“Ya, already. Not to be anxious, anyways ticklish look at that cockroach.” As the laughter of the master broke.
Kinanthi's eyes glared, not liking his master's jokes. “Dih, Sir always has been. That's-that's the mulu discussed,” the cuteness while reaching for the towel that was draped in the door of the closet next to where he sat.
Mr. Nabastala breezed out of the room, after being rebuked by Kinanthi many times. Carrying a warmth of heart that has not been felt, after the betrayal of his ex-girlfriend many years ago.
Time is not enough to heal the wounds. As well as disease, wounds also need the right medicine according to the dose and dose. It seemed, Lord Nabastala had found a cure for his heart wound that had frozen for so long.
••••
With deft Kinanthi served breakfast. He made a scramble egg mixed with waffles coated in almond butter and a glass of milk neatly arranged on the dinner table.
He chose eggs as a breakfast choice because eggs have higher levels of protein compared to protein in wheat. While milk is rich in calcium and potassium content which is good for maintaining bone strength, also to prevent osteoporosis.
“Mmm ...” While his head nodded. ”Pinter also you turned out,” praise the master while tasting breakfast made by Kinanthi.
“Thank you, Mr.” Her smile looks charming. “Bless this.” Kinanthi wiggled her gawai.
“Ehm.” Someone's voice is beating.
We looked at the direction of the voice. Mr. Herman is standing firm. A woman around the age of twenty-five stood beside him. Her smile is so charming.
“Honey,” call Mr. Nabastala.
Women are beautiful in height, with the appearance of hair that has a gradation of dirty bronde color and shiny golden blonde, adding to the impression of beauty. Unfortunately, her nose slightly fell so that she could not hide her true identity as an Indonesian woman.
The woman named Mayang with her centile style quickly rushed into the lap of Mr. Nabastala who was enjoying his morning breakfast.
“Nabas, how come you didn't pick me up anyway, yesterday? Your number cannot be reached either. Papa's number can't either. Forced, I stayed at a hotel near the airport.”
“Mayang .. don't do it anymore, leave behind.” Mr. Nabastala was about to get out of his seat, but Mayang's hand prevented him.
Kinanthi who was feeling good at seeing the scene chose to go to the kitchen. “Master, if there is nothing that Kinan needs to go to the kitchen first.” Quickly he stepped out of the dining room.
“Kinan, wait a minute.”
Forced to delay his steps, hearing his master's orders, immediately turned his body.
“Please bring this breakfast to room.”
“Good.” Soon he put his master's breakfast with a glass of milk in the tray he still held, to be taken to the room on the second floor.
“Day, you rest first. Definitely tired.” Mr. Nabastala advised.
“Emm ... Mayang, rest in your room, yes?” mayang whinek.
“In the guest room,” firmly Mr. immediately away from Mayang.
“Pa .. see tuh, Nabas,” cried spoiled Mayang.
Pa? Kinanthi's steps suddenly stopped, meaning Pa? Wh who? Ah, again the soul of his wife who likes to rebel wants to understand immediately relapse. He recalled a mysterious conversation at midnight last night.
What other secrets he will know. Ah, you Kinanthi.
