Mrs Berg

It is nine o’clock at night. There are no cars.

Sekarang jam sembilan malam. Tidak ada mobil.

Nina stands by the river.

Nina berdiri di dekat sungai.

This is the hotel. It is small. It has a white door.

Ini hotel itu. Hotel itu kecil. Hotel itu punya pintu putih.

It is not blue. She goes in with Max and the bag.

Pintu itu tidak biru. Dia masuk dengan Max dan tas.

A woman stands behind a desk, looking at a computer.

Wanita berdiri di belakang meja, melihat komputer.

She doesn’t look up.

Dia tidak melihat ke atas.

“Good evening,” she says. “Your name, please?”

“Selamat malam,” katanya. “Siapa nama Anda?”

“Nina.”

“Nina.”

“There is no Nina. I am Mrs Berg. Do you have a booking?”

“Tidak ada Nina. Saya Bu Berg. Apakah Anda punya pesanan?”

“No,” Nina says. “I have a key.”

“Tidak,” kata Nina. “Aku punya kunci.”

She puts the key on the desk.

Dia menaruh kunci itu di meja.

Mrs Berg looks at it for a long time. Her face does nothing.

Bu Berg melihatnya lama. Wajahnya tidak melakukan apa-apa.

“That is not one of my keys,” she says.

“Itu bukan salah satu kunci saya,” katanya.

“It is for a blue door. Is there a blue door here?”

“Itu untuk pintu biru. Apakah ada pintu biru di sini?”