The Noise at Night

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Somebody was knocking on the door. It was three o’clock in the morning.

Seseorang sedang mengetuk pintu. Saat itu jam tiga pagi.

Sam opened his eyes and listened. Knock, knock, knock. Then a man’s voice: “I know you’re awake! I can hear you!”

Sam membuka matanya dan mendengarkan. Tok, tok, tok. Lalu suara seorang pria: “Aku tahu kamu bangun! Aku bisa mendengarmu!”

Sam wasn’t awake. Well, now he was. He went to the door in his T-shirt and opened it.

Sam tidak bangun. Yah, sekarang dia bangun. Dia pergi ke pintu dengan mengenakan kaus dan membukanya.

It was Norbert from 2A, in blue pyjamas, with a very red face.

Itu Norbert dari 2A, dengan piyama biru, dan wajah yang sangat merah.

“Every night,” said Norbert. “Every night this week, at exactly three o’clock, there’s a noise in your flat. Bang, bang, bang. For half an hour. My bedroom is two floors under your kitchen, and in this building you hear everything through the pipes. And I have to get up at six.”

“Setiap malam,” kata Norbert. “Setiap malam minggu ini, tepat jam tiga, ada suara di apartemenmu. Bang, bang, bang. Selama setengah jam. Kamar tidurku dua lantai di bawah dapurmu, dan di gedung ini kamu bisa mendengar segalanya melalui pipa. Dan aku harus bangun jam enam.”

“I’m really sorry,” said Sam. “But I was asleep. I think everybody here was asleep.”

“Aku benar-benar minta maaf,” kata Sam. “Tapi aku tadi tidur. Kurasa semua orang di sini tadi tidur.”

“Then who is making the noise? A ghost?”

“Lalu siapa yang membuat suara itu? Hantu?”

At that moment, from the kitchen, they both heard it. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Pada saat itu, dari dapur, mereka berdua mendengarnya. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Norbert looked at Sam. Sam looked at the kitchen door. Nobody moved.

Norbert menatap Sam. Sam menatap pintu dapur. Tidak ada yang bergerak.

“You go first,” said Norbert. “It’s your flat.”

“Kamu duluan,” kata Norbert. “Ini apartemenmu.”

Sam opened the kitchen door very slowly. The kitchen was dark and empty. And the noise stopped.

Sam membuka pintu dapur dengan sangat perlahan. Dapur itu gelap dan kosong. Dan suara itu berhenti.

“Well,” said Norbert. “I’m going back to bed. But if your ghost wakes me up again, I’m calling the police. Or a priest. Whoever comes first.”

“Yah,” kata Norbert. “Aku akan kembali tidur. Tapi jika hantumu membangunkanku lagi, aku akan menelepon polisi. Atau pendeta. Siapa pun yang datang lebih dulu.”