The Envelope for the Boss

Thirty thousand yen

Tiga puluh ribu yen

Kenji lives in Tokyo. He is thirty-eight. He works in a big office in the city.

Kenji tinggal di Tokyo. Dia berumur tiga puluh delapan tahun. Dia bekerja di kantor yang besar di kota.

Kenji is a quiet man. He comes to work at eight. He goes home at seven. He does not talk much.

Kenji adalah pria yang tenang. Dia datang bekerja pada pukul delapan. Dia pulang ke rumah pada pukul tujuh. Dia tidak banyak berbicara.

His desk is next to the window. He likes his job. “A good team,” he thinks.

Mejanya ada di samping jendela. Dia suka pekerjaannya. “Tim yang bagus,” pikir dia.

On Monday morning, the team has a meeting. The boss is not there. Everybody talks in a quiet voice.

Pada Senin pagi, tim mengadakan rapat. Bos tidak ada di sana. Semua orang berbicara dengan suara yang pelan.

“Friday is the boss’s birthday,” says a woman from the team. “He is fifty. We want to buy a present.”

“Hari Jumat adalah hari ulang tahun bos,” kata seorang wanita dari tim. “Dia berumur lima puluh tahun. Kita mau membeli hadiah.”

“A good present,” says a young man. “A nice pen. Or a watch.”

“Hadiah yang bagus,” kata seorang pria muda. “Pena yang bagus. Atau jam tangan.”

“Everybody puts three thousand yen in an envelope,” says the woman. “OK?”

“Semua orang memasukkan tiga ribu yen ke dalam amplop,” kata wanita itu. “Bisa?”

“OK,” says everybody. Kenji says “OK” too, very quietly.

“Bisa,” kata semua orang. Kenji berkata “bisa” juga, dengan sangat pelan.

In the afternoon, people come to Kenji’s desk. They give him money. “Here, Kenji,” says the young man. “For the envelope.”

Pada sore hari, orang-orang datang ke meja Kenji. Mereka memberi dia uang. “Ini, Kenji,” kata pria muda itu. “Untuk amplop.”

“Why me?” asks Kenji.

“Mengapa aku?” tanya Kenji.

“Because you are careful,” says the woman. “You never lose anything.”

“Karena kamu berhati-hati,” kata wanita itu. “Kamu tidak pernah kehilangan apa pun.”

Kenji looks at the envelope. It is white. On the front, he writes: “For the boss. Kenji Tanaka, Sales Team.”

Kenji melihat amplop itu. Amplop itu putih. Di depan, dia menulis: “Untuk bos. Kenji Tanaka, Tim Penjualan.”

At six o’clock, he counts the money. “Ten people, three thousand yen. Thirty thousand yen.”

Pada pukul enam, dia menghitung uang itu. “Sepuluh orang, tiga ribu yen. Tiga puluh ribu yen.”