The Prisoner of Zenda

Red Hair and a Long Nose

Rambut Merah dan Hidung Panjang

“Rudolf, when are you ever going to do anything?” said my brother’s wife.

“Rudolf, kapan kamu akan melakukan sesuatu?” kata istri kakakku.

“My dear Rose,” I answered, and I put down my egg spoon. “Why should I do anything? I have a comfortable life and nearly enough money, and nobody ever has quite enough. I’m the brother of Lord Burlesdon. It’s enough!”

“Rose yang baik,” jawabku, dan aku meletakkan sendok telurku. “Mengapa aku harus melakukan sesuatu? Hidupku nyaman dan uangku hampir cukup, dan tidak seorang pun pernah punya uang yang benar-benar cukup. Aku adik Lord Burlesdon. Itu sudah cukup!”

“You are twenty-nine,” she said, “and you’ve done nothing but…”

“Kamu berumur dua puluh sembilan tahun,” katanya, “dan kamu tidak melakukan apa pun selain…”

“Travel around and enjoy myself? That’s true. Our family doesn’t need to do things.”

“Berkeliling dan bersenang-senang? Itu benar. Keluarga kita tidak perlu bekerja.”

This made Rose a little angry, because her family was less grand than the Rassendylls. But she was pretty and very rich, so my brother Robert did not mind.

Ini membuat Rose sedikit marah, karena keluarganya tidak seterhormat keluarga Rassendyll. Tetapi dia cantik dan sangat kaya, jadi kakakku Robert tidak keberatan.

“Good families are usually worse than other families,” she said.

“Keluarga baik biasanya lebih buruk daripada keluarga lain,” katanya.

I touched my hair, because I knew exactly what she meant.

Aku menyentuh rambutku, karena aku tahu persis apa maksudnya.

“I’m so glad Robert’s hair is black!” she cried.

“Aku senang sekali rambut Robert hitam!” serunya.

At that moment Robert came in. He gets up at seven and works before breakfast. He saw his wife’s red face and touched it kindly.

Pada saat itu Robert masuk. Dia bangun pukul tujuh dan bekerja sebelum sarapan. Dia melihat wajah istrinya yang merah dan menyentuhnya dengan lembut.

“What’s the matter, my dear?” he asked.

“Ada apa, Sayang?” tanyanya.

“She’s angry because I do nothing and I have red hair,” I said sadly.

“Dia marah karena aku tidak melakukan apa pun dan rambutku merah,” kataku dengan sedih.

“Oh, of course his hair isn’t his fault,” said Rose.

“Oh, tentu saja rambutnya bukan salahnya,” kata Rose.

“One of the family gets that hair every thirty years or so,” said my brother. “The nose too. Rudolf has both.”

“Satu orang dalam keluarga mendapat rambut itu kira-kira setiap tiga puluh tahun,” kata kakakku. “Hidungnya juga. Rudolf punya keduanya.”