The Last Bus

It is ten o’clock at night. The last bus stops on Bridge Street in Hollin Bridge. A young woman gets off. She has one big bag. Her name is Ana. She is twenty-four.

Sekarang jam sepuluh malam. Bus terakhir berhenti di Bridge Street di Hollin Bridge. Seorang wanita muda turun. Dia membawa satu tas yang besar. Namanya Ana. Dia berumur dua puluh empat tahun.

Ana looks at her phone. On the phone, there is an advert: WE NEED A NIGHT BAKER. NO EXPERIENCE. ROOM UPSTAIRS. BELL’S BAKERY, 7 BRIDGE STREET.

Ana melihat ponselnya. Di ponsel ada iklan: KAMI PERLU PEMBUAT ROTI MALAM. TANPA PENGALAMAN. KAMAR DI ATAS. BELL’S BAKERY, 7 BRIDGE STREET.

Number seven is an old stone shop. Over the door, there is a name: BELL’S BAKERY. The shop is dark. Ana knocks on the door. Nothing. She knocks again.

Nomor tujuh adalah toko batu yang tua. Di atas pintu ada nama: BELL’S BAKERY. Toko itu gelap. Ana mengetuk pintu. Tidak ada suara. Dia mengetuk lagi.

Then there is a light upstairs. The door opens. A big old man stands there. He has white hair and a red face. He isn’t happy.

Lalu ada lampu menyala di atas. Seseorang membuka pintu. Seorang pria tua yang besar berdiri di sana. Rambutnya putih dan wajahnya merah. Dia tidak senang.

“We’re closed,” he says.

“Kami tutup,” kata dia.

“Hello. Good evening,” Ana says. “My name is Ana. I’m here for the work. The night baker.”

“Halo. Selamat malam,” kata Ana. “Nama saya Ana. Saya datang untuk bekerja. Pembuat roti malam.”

The man looks at her. Then he looks at her bag. “You’re Ana? Ana from the email?”

Pria itu melihat dia. Lalu pria itu melihat tasnya. “Anda Ana? Ana dari email?”

“Yes. Ana.”

“Ya. Ana.”

“I’m Walter. Walter Bell. Can you bake?”

“Saya Walter. Walter Bell. Anda bisa membuat kue?”

Ana doesn’t understand. “Sorry. Can you say that again, please?”

Ana tidak mengerti. “Maaf. Anda bisa bicara lagi?”

“Can you bake? Can you make bread?” He says it again, very slowly.

“Anda bisa memanggang? Anda bisa membuat roti?” Dia berbicara lagi, sangat lambat.

“No,” Ana says. “But the advert says: no experience.”

“Tidak,” kata Ana. “Tetapi iklan itu tertulis: tanpa pengalaman.”

Walter is quiet. Then he laughs, a short laugh. “Yes. It says that. Come in. It’s cold.”

Walter diam. Lalu dia tertawa sebentar. “Ya. Iklan itu bicara begitu. Ayo masuk. Di luar dingin.”

Inside, the bakery is warm. There is a big oven at the back. An old black dog sleeps next to the oven. He opens one eye and looks at Ana.

Di dalam, toko roti itu hangat. Ada oven yang besar di belakang. Seekor anjing hitam yang tua tidur dekat oven. Dia membuka satu mata dan melihat Ana.