Gaun Itu

Tengah Malam

Midnight

“Halo, Marco.”

“Hello, Marco.”

Marco: Satu jam, Tom. Ya atau tidak? Dua setengah juta. Kamu bisa berada di London besok malam.

Marco: One hour, Tom. Yes or no? Two and a half million. You can be in London tomorrow evening.

Aku menatap ke arah danau. Ke arah lampu-lampu kecil kota. Ke arah pohon-pohon lemon di teras.

I look at the lake. At the little lights of the towns. At the lemon trees on the terrace.

“Tidak.”

“No.”

Marco: Tidak? Kamu membuat kesalahan besar. Aku tidak butuh tanda tanganmu, Tom. Ada cara-cara lain. Selamat malam.

Marco: No? You are making a big mistake. I don’t need your signature, Tom. There are other ways. Good night.

Dia mengakhiri pembicaraan. Aku berdiri di sana selama satu menit. Tanganku terasa dingin. Lalu aku mendengar sesuatu di belakangku, di lobi.

He ends the call. I stand there for a minute. My hands are cold. Then I hear something behind me, in the hall.

Elena duduk di tangga. Tanpa sepatu. Dia mendengar semuanya.

Elena is sitting on the stairs. Without shoes. She heard everything.

Elena: Kamu bilang tidak.

Elena: You said no.

“Aku bilang tidak.”

“I said no.”

Dia tidak berkata apa-apa lagi. Tetapi saat dia berjalan ke atas, kurasa dia tersenyum.

She doesn’t say anything more. But when she goes upstairs, I think she is smiling.

Pada Senin pagi, pintunya terbuka. Koper cokelat terletak di atas tempat tidur, dan Elena menggantung kembali blus-blusnya ke dalam lemari. Satu per satu.

On Monday morning, her door is open. The brown suitcase lies on the bed, and Elena is putting her blouses back in the wardrobe. One by one.

Elena: Jangan melihatku seperti itu. Aku bertahan hanya demi hotel.

Elena: Don’t look at me like that. I’m only staying for the hotel.

“Tentu saja. Hanya demi hotel.”

“Of course. Only for the hotel.”