Ten Thousand Steps

The number

Angka itu

Piotr lives in Warsaw. He is forty-five. He works in a big office in the city.

Piotr tinggal di Warsawa. Umurnya empat puluh lima tahun. Dia bekerja di kantor yang besar di kota.

Every morning, he drives to work. He takes the lift to the eighth floor. He sits at his desk all day.

Setiap pagi, dia naik mobil ke kantor. Dia naik lift ke lantai delapan. Dia duduk di mejanya sepanjang hari.

In the evening, he drives home. He sits on the sofa and watches TV.

Pada sore hari, dia naik mobil pulang ke rumah. Dia duduk di sofa dan menonton TV.

Today, Piotr is not at work. He is at the doctor’s.

Hari ini, Piotr tidak ada di kantor. Dia ada di tempat dokter.

The doctor is a young woman with short hair. She looks at her computer for a long time.

Dokter itu seorang wanita muda dengan rambut pendek. Dia melihat komputernya lama sekali.

“Mr Piotr, how much do you walk?” she asks.

“Pak Piotr, berapa banyak Anda berjalan?” tanya dokter itu.

“Walk? I walk from my car to my desk.”

“Berjalan? Saya berjalan dari mobil ke meja saya.”

“And at the weekend?”

“Dan pada akhir pekan?”

“At the weekend, I walk from my sofa to my kitchen.”

“Pada akhir pekan, saya berjalan dari sofa ke dapur.”

The doctor does not laugh. “Your heart is not happy, Mr Piotr. Your heart needs you to walk.”

Dokter itu tidak tertawa. “Jantung Anda tidak senang, Pak Piotr. Jantung Anda perlu Anda berjalan.”

“How much?”

“Berapa banyak?”

“Ten thousand steps. Every day.”

“Sepuluh ribu langkah. Setiap hari.”

Piotr looks at her. “Ten thousand? Every day? That is a joke.”

Piotr melihat dia. “Sepuluh ribu? Setiap hari? Itu lelucon.”