Bus Terakhir

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“Kami tutup,” kata dia.

“We’re closed,” he says.

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

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

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

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

“Ya. Ana.”

“Yes. Ana.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.