Bukan Urusanmu

Bridge Street gelap dan basah. Ada cahaya di toko Priya dan ada cahaya di tempat bus berhenti. Seekor kucing duduk di bawah mobil. Tetapi tidak ada orang. Tidak ada orang di jalan.

Bridge Street is dark and wet. There is a light in Priya’s shop and a light at the bus stop. A cat sits under a car. But there are no people. Nobody is in the street.

Ana kembali masuk. Dia menutup pintu. Di dapur, Walter memegang dua potong kartu itu di tangannya. Dia memasukkan potongan kartu ke saku bajunya, dengan hati-hati.

Ana comes back in. She closes the door. In the kitchen, Walter has the two pieces of the card in his hands. He puts them in the pocket of his shirt, carefully.

“Terima kasih untuk kuenya,” kata dia. “Selamat malam, semua.” Dan dia naik ke atas. Pesta sudah selesai.

“Thank you for the cake,” he says. “Good night, everybody.” And he goes upstairs. The party is over.

Priya memakai mantelnya. Di pintu, dia melihat Ana. “Bersikaplah baik kepada dia malam ini, Sayang,” kata dia. Lalu dia menyeberang jalan ke tokonya.

Priya puts on her coat. At the door, she looks at Ana. “Be kind to him tonight, my dear,” she says. Then she goes across the road to her shop.

Daniel mengambil cangkirnya dari meja. “Ana,” kata dia dengan pelan. “Jangan mencari M, ya? Itu cerita yang sedih.” Dan dia pergi juga.

Daniel takes his mug from the table. “Ana,” he says quietly. “Don’t look for M. OK? It’s a sad story.” And he goes too.

Ana sendiri di dapur bersama kue dan Crumb. Dia berpikir. Satu kantong roti setiap malam. Kertas segi empat yang rapi. Tanda yang hangus. Kartu tanpa prangko. Dan semua orang berkata: jangan bertanya.

Ana is alone in the kitchen with the cake and Crumb. She thinks. A bag of bread every night. A neat paper square. A burnt sign. A card with no stamp. And everybody says: don’t ask.

“Baiklah, Crumb,” kata dia. “Aku tidak bertanya. Aku mau melihat.”

“OK, Crumb,” she says. “I don’t ask. I look.”

Malam itu, pada pukul tiga, Walter meletakkan kantong di tangga belakang. Lalu dia mulai bekerja. Ana membuat adonan bersama dia. Dia tidak berbicara tentang kantong itu.

That night, at three o’clock, Walter puts the bag on the back step. Then he starts work. Ana makes the dough with him. She doesn’t say anything about the bag.

Pada pukul setengah empat, Walter sibuk di oven. Ana pergi ke ruang simpan. Di sana gelap. Di ruang simpan, ada jendela yang kecil. Dari jendela, dia bisa melihat tangga belakang.

At half past three, Walter is busy at the oven. Ana goes into the store room. It is dark there. In the store room, there is a small window. From the window, she can see the back step.

Dia tidak menyalakan lampu. Dia berdiri di dekat jendela dan menunggu. Kantong itu masih ada di sana, di atas tangga. Sungai hitam. Tidak ada yang bergerak.

She doesn’t turn on the light. She stands at the window and waits. The bag is still there, on the step. The river is black. Nothing moves.

Lima menit. Sepuluh menit. Lalu cahaya menyala di belakang dia.

Five minutes. Ten minutes. Then the light goes on behind her.

Walter ada di pintu ruang simpan. Mukanya merah. “Apa yang kamu lakukan?”

Walter is at the door of the store room. His face is red. “What are you doing?”

“Aku… aku mau melihat,” kata Ana. “Siapa yang mengambil roti?”

“I… I want to see,” Ana says. “Who takes the bread?”

“Itu bukan urusanmu!” Suara Walter sangat keras. Crumb pergi ke bawah meja. “Kantong itu bukan urusanmu. Kartu itu bukan urusanmu. Kamu ada di sini untuk roti. Hanya roti. Kamu paham?”

“That is not your business!” Walter’s voice is very loud. Crumb goes under the table. “The bag is not your business. The card is not your business. You’re here for the bread. Only the bread. Do you understand?”