Tiga Puluh

Hari Senin pukul setengah empat ada jadwal baru di pul bus, untuk bulan Januari. Aku membacanya. Bus 12. Bus 9. Bus 24.

On Monday at half past three there are new timetables at the depot, for January. I read them. Line 12. Line 9. Line 24.

Bus 24: bus terakhir dari stasiun pukul lima.

Line 24: the last bus from the station is at five o’clock.

Pukul lima? Aku membacanya lagi. Setelah pukul lima tidak ada apa-apa. Tidak ada bus malam. Tidak ada bus pukul 9.15.

Five o’clock? I read it again. After five there is nothing. No evening bus. No 9:15.

Aku pergi ke kantor Pak Hale. Pak Hale mengurus pul bus.

I go to Mr Hale’s office. Mr Hale runs the depot.

“Pak Hale. Jadwal Januari. Bus 24 berhenti pukul lima. Itu salah.”

“Mr Hale. The January timetable. Line 24 stops at five. That’s wrong.”

Dia melihat mejanya. “Itu tidak salah, Rosa.”

He looks at his desk. “It isn’t wrong, Rosa.”

“Anda tahu?”

“You know?”

“Sudah seminggu. Ini dari kantor transportasi di kota. Mulai tanggal satu Januari, tidak ada bus malam untuk bus 24. Angkanya jelek.” Dia memberiku sebuah surat. “Kamu pindah ke bus 9. Siang hari. Pukul lima pagi.”

“For a week. It’s the transport office in the city. From the first of January, no evening bus on Line 24. The numbers are bad.” He gives me a letter. “You go to Line 9. Days. Five in the morning.”

Aku marah. Aku sangat marah. Bus 24 malam adalah busku. Sudah dua tahun! Lalu aku tahu kenapa aku begitu marah. Tidak ada bus malam. Tidak ada bus pukul 9.15.

I am angry. I am very angry. The evening 24 is my bus. Two years now! Then I know why I am so angry. No evening bus. No 9:15.

Selasa pagi aku pergi ke kota. Kantor transportasi ada di sebelah sungai.

On Tuesday morning I go to the city. The transport office is next to the river.

“Permisi, di mana kantor untuk bus?” tanyaku di pintu.

“Where is the office for the buses, please?” I ask at the door.

“Naik tangga. Ruang dua belas. Di sebelah kiri.”

“Up the stairs. Room twelve. On the left.”

Di ruang dua belas ada seorang wanita dengan rambut putih pendek. Dia punya banyak kertas. Namanya Bu Lund. Dia tidak tersenyum, tapi dia mendengarkan.

In room twelve there is a woman with short white hair. She has a lot of paper. Her name is Mrs Lund. She doesn’t smile, but she listens.

“Bus 24,” katanya. “Ini.” Dia menunjukkan kertas dengan angka-angka. “Bus pukul 9.15 dari stasiun. Lima orang. Setiap malam, lima orang.”

“Line 24,” she says. “Here.” She shows me a paper with numbers. “The 9:15 from the station. Five people. Every night, five people.”