PrologJALANAN sepi.Langit gelap.Ang

Prolog
JALANAN sepi.
Langit gelap.
Angin musim gugur bertiup kencang.
Ia merapatkan jaket yang dikenakannya, namun tubuhnya tetap saja menggigil. Bukan karena angin, karena saat ini ia sama sekali tidak bisa merasakan apa pun. Sepertinya saraf-sarafnya sudah tidak berfungsi. Ia tidak bisa melihat, tidak bisa mendengar, tidak bisa bersuara, dan tidak bisa merasakan apa-apa.
Kecuali rasa sakit di hatinya. Ia bisa merasakan yang satu itu. Sakit sekali....
Butuh tenaga besar untuk menyeret kakinya dan maju selangkah. Sebelah tangannya terangkat ke dada, mencengkeram bagian depan jaket. Tangan yang lain terjulur ke depan dan mencengkeram pagar besi jembatan. Pagar besi itu seharusnya terasa dingin di tangannya yang telanjang, tapi nyatanya ia tidak merasakan apa pun walaupun ia mencengkeram pagar besi itu sampai buku-buku jarinya memutih.
Matanya menatap kosong ke bawah. Permukaan sungai terlihat tenang seperti kaca besar berwarna hitam yang memantulkan cahaya dari lampu-lampu di tepi jalan.
Air sungai itu pasti dingin sekali. Ia pasti akan mati kedinginan bila terjun ke sungai itu. Mati beku.
Ia hanya perlu membiarkan dirinya jatuh. Setelah itu seluruh tubuhnya akan membeku. Rasa sakit ini juga akan membeku. Ia tidak akan merasakannya lagi.
Satu
RUANGAN itu sudah sepi sejak satu jam yang lalu. Semua lampu sudah dimatikan, kecuali yang terdapat di sudut ruangan dekat jendela. Lampu di sana masih menyala karena masih ada seseorang di sana. Gadis yang menempati meja di dekat jendela itu sebenarnya tidak benar-benar membutuhkan penerangan karena ia tidak sedang bekerja.
Tara Dupont duduk bersandar di kursi dengan kedua tangan dilipat di depan dada. Keningnya berkerut dan matanya menyipit menatap lekat-lekat ponsel yang tergeletak di meja kerjanya. Ia menggigit bibir dan tidak habis pikir kenapa ponsel imut dengan berbagai macam hiasan gantung itu tidak berdering, tidak berkelap-kelip, tidak bergetar, tidak melakukan apa pun!
Ia memutar kursi menghadap jendela besar dan memandang ke bawah, memerhatikan mobil-mobil yang berseliweran di jalan raya kota Paris dengan tatapan menerawang. Langit sudah gelap. Ia melirik jam tangan dan mendesah. Jam tujuh lewat. Dengan sekali sentakan ia memutar kembali kursinya menghadap meja kerja.
“Ke mana saja kau?” desis Tara sambil mengetuk-ngetuk ponselnya dengan kukunya yang dicat oranye.
“Kau bicara dengan ponsel?”
Tara mengangkat wajah dan menoleh. Élise Lavoie yang baru masuk ke ruangan tersenyum kepadanya. Élise manis yang berambut pirang emas sebahu, bermata hijau, dan berhidung berbintik-bintik itu berusia 29 tahun, beberapa tahun lebih tua daripada Tara, tapi secara fisik wanita itu tidak terlihat seperti wanita Eropa seusianya. Perawakannya kurus, kecil, dan dengan wajah seperti gadis remaja. Di satu sisi Élise menyukai kenyataan itu—siapa yang tidak suka punya wajah awet muda? Tapi di sisi lain ia dongkol setengah mati kalau ada orang yang menganggap remeh dirinya karena berpikir ia masih remaja ingusan.
“Sudah selesai siaran?” tanya Tara ringan sambil mencondongkan tubuh ke depan, menumpukan kedua siku di meja dan bertopang dagu.
Élise mengangguk dan berjalan ke meja kerjanya yang persis di depan meja tara. “Bukankah kau sudah selesai siaran sejak...,” ia melirik jam dinding, “satu setengah jam yang lalu?” tanya Élise dengan alis terangkat.
Tara mendesah. “Memang,” jawabnya lemas. Ia menunduk dan menyandarkan kening di meja, lalu mendesah keras sekali lagi.
Mereka berdua sama-sama penyiar di salah satu stasiun radio paling populer di Paris. Élise lebih senior daripada tara dan siaran utama yang ditanganinya adalah Je me souviens1..., yaitu acara yang membacakan surat-surat dari para pendengar, sementara Tara membawakan program lagu-lagu populer dan tangga lagu mingguan.

نتایج (انگلیسی) 1:

The prologueThe STREETS are deserted.The sky is dark.Autumn wind is blowing.He was wearing a jacket Moor, however her body still shivering. Not because of the wind, because he absolutely can not feel anything. It looks like saraf-sarafnya is not functioning. He can't see, can't hear, can't speak, and can't feel anything.Except for the pain in his heart. He could feel that one. Very sick ....It took a great effort to step forward and dragged its feet. Next to his hand lifted to chest, gripping the front of the jacket. The other hand extendable forward and gripped the iron fence of the bridge. Iron fence that's supposed to be cold in her hands naked, but in fact he did not feel anything though she gripped the iron fence that until her fingers knuckles whitened teeth.His eyes staring blankly downward. The surface of the river looks calm as large glass black that reflect light from the lamps at the edge of the road.The river water was definitely cold. He will certainly die of the cold when it plunged into the river. The frozen dead.He just needs to let himself fall. After that, his whole body would freeze. This pain will also be frozen. He wouldn't feel it anymore.OneThe room was already deserted since an hour ago. All the light is turned off, unless contained in a corner of the room near the window. The lights still burning in there because there's still someone there. The girl who occupy a table near the window actually doesn't really need explanation because he does not work.Tara Dupont sat leaning on a chair with his hands folded in front of the chest. Her temple wrinkled and his eyes narrowed gaze latched onto a cell phone-addicted lying on the table it works. He bit off the lip and did think why cell phones cute with various ornaments hung it doesn't ring, no flickering, quivering, not doing nothing!He twisted the seats facing the large window and looking down, looking at cars that are milling about on the highways of Paris with a dreamy gaze. The sky is already dark. He glanced at the clock hands and sighed. Seven hours late. With a single Jolt he roll back his chair facing the desk."Where have you been?" while tapping your phone sizzle Tara with her nails painted orange."You're talking to a cell phone?"Tara raised her face and looked. Élise Lavoie who recently walked into the room smiling at him. Élise sweet blonde shoulder length Golden, green-eyed, freckled nosed and that 29-year-old, a few years older than Tara, but the woman was not physically looks like a European woman of her age. Skinny, small stature, and with a face like a teenage girl. On the one hand it's like the fact Élise — who doesn't like have ageless faces? But on the other hand he cranky half dead if there are people who think poorly of him since he was a teenager thinking ingusan."The broadcast is finished?" asked Tara light while the body bends forward, focusing both elbows on the table and leaning Chin.Élise nodded and walked over to his desk right in front of the desk of tara. "Didn't you already finished broadcasting since ...," she glanced at the wall clock, "one and a half hours ago?" asked Élise with eyebrows raised.Tara sighed. "It is," she replied limp. He looked down and resting the feet on the desk, and then sighed loudly again.They are both equally the announcer in one of the most popular radio station in Paris. Élise more senior than tara and the main broadcast be handled is Je me souviens1 ..., i.e. the event read out letters from listeners, while Tara performed popular songs program and weekly charts.