Dilarang Masuk

“Tanda tangan di sini, Rosa.”

“Sign here, Rosa.”

Hari Jumat, pukul tiga, di kantor Pak Hale. Di mejanya ada surat dari Ibu Lund. Di bawahnya ada kertas untukku. Di atasnya tertulis SURAT PERINGATAN.

It is Friday, three o’clock, in Mr Hale’s office. On his desk there is a letter from Mrs Lund. Under it there is a paper for me. It says WRITTEN WARNING at the top.

“Jalan kecil di samping, dengan penumpang,” kata Pak Hale. “Pintu terbuka tiga menit pukul 9.15. Ibu Lund melihat semuanya.”

“A side street, with passengers,” says Mr Hale. “Doors open for three minutes at 9:15. Mrs Lund sees it all.”

“Pak Kaplan delapan puluh empat tahun. Dan salju turun.”

“Mr Kaplan is eighty-four. And it’s snowing.”

“Saya tahu. Maaf.” Dia memberiku pulpen. “Tapi aturan adalah aturan. Satu hal lagi, Rosa. Satu lagi, dan kamu tidak lagi jalan malam.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He gives me a pen. “But the rules are the rules. One more thing, Rosa. One more, and you’re off the evening shift.”

Aku tanda tangan. Namaku tampak kecil di kertas itu.

I sign. My name looks small on the paper.

Hari Sabtu salju besar datang. Sepanjang pagi salju turun dan turun. Radio berkata: bus terlambat sepanjang hari.

On Saturday the big snow comes. All morning it falls and falls. The radio says: buses late all day.

Pukul dua aku di gereja, dengan sapu. Father Tom butuh tangan, dan ini tanganku. Giliranku mulai pukul empat. Tapi aku ingin tahu. Aku tidak bisa menunggu lagi. Kotak kayu datar dari bengkel ayahnya. Alat-alat kecil. Suara panjang dan rendah. Ruth, dan pianonya. Tidak ada mobil. Apa itu, Jonas?

At two o’clock I am in the church, with a broom. Father Tom wants hands, and here are my hands. My shift starts at four. But I want to know. I can’t wait any more. A flat wooden box from his father’s workshop. Small tools. A long, low sound. Ruth, and her piano. No car. What is it, Jonas?

Dua wanita dari paroki juga membersihkan. Mereka bicara tentang Natal. Mereka tidak melihatku.

Two women from the parish are cleaning too. They talk about Christmas. They don’t look at me.

Gereja dingin dan gelap dan sangat besar. Di belakang ada tangga kecil. Di tangga itu ada tali, dengan tanda: DILARANG MASUK.

The church is cold and dark and very big. At the back there are small stairs. Across the stairs there is a rope, with a sign: NO ENTRY.

Aku melihat para wanita itu. Mereka membersihkan.

I look at the women. They are cleaning.

Aku lewat di bawah tali.

I go under the rope.

Tangga naik dan naik. Di atas ada ruangan kecil, tinggi sekali. Sebuah loteng. Dan di loteng itu ada benda yang sangat, sangat besar.

The stairs go up and up. At the top there is a small room, high up. A loft. And in the loft there is a very, very big thing.

Itu sebuah organ. Sangat tua, dan besar seperti rumah. Organ itu terbuka, seperti kotak. Di dalamnya ada kayu, dan kulit, dan banyak benda kecil. Di lantai ada pipa. Pipa besar, tinggi seperti aku. Pipa kecil, seperti pulpen. Ada alat-alat di lantai. Di setiap alat ada kata-kata kecil: BENGKEL KATEDRAL. Ada gelas kertas dari toko Hamid.

It is an organ. It is very old, and big like a house. It is open, like a box. Inside there is wood, and leather, and a lot of small things. On the floor there are pipes. Big pipes, tall like me. Small pipes, like pens. There are tools on the floor. On every tool there are small words: CATHEDRAL WORKSHOP. There is a paper cup from Hamid’s shop.