No Passport

Gate twelve

Pintu dua belas

It was five o’clock in the morning. Helga Berg stood in the airport in Oslo. She had a big blue suitcase and a small red bag.

Saat itu pukul lima pagi. Helga Berg berdiri di bandara di Oslo. Dia membawa koper biru besar dan tas merah kecil.

Helga was fifty-eight. She lived in Bergen, in the west of Norway. Today she had a ticket to Bangkok.

Helga berumur lima puluh delapan tahun. Dia tinggal di Bergen, di bagian barat Norwegia. Hari ini dia punya tiket ke Bangkok.

It was her first trip alone. Her husband died two years ago. They always travelled together.

Ini perjalanan pertamanya sendiri. Suaminya meninggal dua tahun lalu. Mereka selalu bepergian bersama.

At the check-in desk, a young woman smiled at her. “Good morning. Where are you going today?”

Di meja lapor masuk, seorang wanita muda tersenyum kepadanya. “Selamat pagi. Mau pergi ke mana hari ini, Ibu?”

“Bangkok,” said Helga. “In Thailand.” Her voice was very small.

“Bangkok,” kata Helga. “Di Thailand.” Suaranya sangat kecil.

“Can I see your passport, please?”

“Boleh saya lihat paspor Anda, Bu?”

Helga gave her the passport. The woman looked at the photo, then at Helga. “Thank you. Please put your suitcase here.”

Helga memberikan paspor itu kepadanya. Wanita itu melihat foto, lalu melihat Helga. “Terima kasih. Tolong letakkan koper Anda di sini.”

Helga put the suitcase down. “That’s fine,” said the woman. “Would you like a window seat?”

Helga meletakkan koper itu. “Bagus,” kata wanita itu. “Apakah Anda mau kursi dekat jendela?”

“Yes, please. I’d like to see everything.”

“Ya, tolong. Saya ingin melihat semuanya.”

“Here is your boarding pass. Gate twelve. The flight leaves at seven.”

“Ini pas naik Anda. Pintu dua belas. Pesawat berangkat pukul tujuh.”

Helga put the boarding pass and the passport in her red bag. She closed the bag carefully.

Helga memasukkan pas naik dan paspor ke dalam tas merahnya. Dia menutup tas itu dengan hati-hati.

At gate twelve, she sat down by the big window. It was still dark outside. Snow fell outside.

Di pintu dua belas, dia duduk di dekat jendela besar. Di luar masih gelap. Salju turun di luar.

At half past six, a man spoke over the speakers. “Flight 412 to Bangkok has a delay. The new time is nine o’clock.”

Pada pukul setengah tujuh, seorang pria berbicara melalui pengeras suara. “Penerbangan 412 ke Bangkok terlambat. Waktu baru adalah pukul sembilan.”