“Astaga! Baiklah, baiklah. Aku yang

“Astaga! Baiklah, baiklah. Aku yang traktir hari ini,” kata Tara pura-pura tidak sabar. “Di mana kita bertemu nanti?”
Ketika akhirnya ia menutup ponsel, Tara melihat Élise sedang memerhatikannya sambil tersenyum-senyum.
“Boleh aku tahu siapa itu tadi? Laki-laki, kan?” tanya Élise dengan nada menggoda. “Sebastien?”
Tara menggeleng.
Alis Élise terangkat. Heran dan agak kaget. “Bukan?” tanyanya sambil menggeleng, mengikuti gerakan Tara. “Lalu siapa?”
Tara menggigit bibir dan tersenyum. Kemudian ia menumpukan kedua siku di meja dan mencondongkan badan ke depan. Élise menyingkirkan laptop dan ikut mencondongkan tubuh sehingga kepala mereka berdekatan.
“Kau bisa menjaga rahasia?” tanya Tara dengan suara rendah penuh rahasia.
Kedua alis Élise terangkat. “Tentu saja,” sahutnya cepat. “Kau kan kenal aku.”
“Orang yang tadi meneleponku,” bisik Tara dengan nada misterius, “adalah Monsieur Fujitatsu.”
Mata Élise membesar. “Yang benar?” serunya terkejut.
Tara tersenyum lebar dan mengangguk. “Namanya Tatsuya Fujisawa. Dia teman Sebastien.”
“Jangan-jangan kau adalah gadis... Gadis Musim Gugur?” tebak Élise.
Tara tertawa pelan. “Julukan itu memang kedengaran konyol.”
Élise terdiam sejenak dan berpikir-pikir. “Kau tahu siapa gadis yang ditemuinya di bandara? Di suratnya yang pertama kali itu? Jangan-jangan...”
Dengan menyesal Tara menggeleng. “Aku tahu apa yang kaupikirkan, tapi sayang sekali, aku bukan gadis yang ditemuinya di bandara atau di kelab. Aku sendiri juga penasaran sekali siapa gadis itu.”
“Oh?”
Tara bangkit. “Nah, sekarang aku permisi dulu. Aku ada janji makan malam. Oh ya, Élise, jangan katakan pada siapa pun tentang Tatsuya. Oke? Ini rahasia kita berdua.”
“Tara,” panggil Élise tiba-tiba. “Ajak dia ke pesta ulang tahunku.”
“Siapa? Tatsuya? Kenapa?”
“Ayolah,” bujuk Élise dengan mata berbinar-binar. “Aku ingin tahu seperti apa orangnya. Tampan?”
“Wah? Bukankah kau sudah punya pacar?” Tara balas bertanya dengan nada bergurau.
“Tidak ada hubungannya,” bantah Élise. “Jangan takut. Aku tidak akan merebutnya darimu. Ajak dia. Oke?”
Tara tertawa. “Aku tidak takut kau merebutnya. Baiklah, aku akan mengajaknya. Tapi aku tidak tahu apakah dia bersedia datang atau tidak.”
Delapan
TATSUYA menatap kertas di tangannya, lalu beralih menatap pemandangan Sungai Seine di luar jendela. Ia mengembuskan napas panjang dan kembali menatap nomor telepon yang tertera di kertas yang dipegangnya itu. Akhirnya ia mengeluarkan ponsel dari saku celana dan menghubungi nomor tersebut.
Jantungnya berdebar keras dan sebelah tangannya yang tidak memegang ponsel dibenamkan ke saku celananya sementara menunggu hubungan tersambung. Kemudian...
“Allô?”
Tatsuya mendengar suara orang itu di ujung sana. Suara seorang pria yang bernada rendah dan dalam. Sesaat ia tidak bisa bersuara. Gugup. Ia sadar ia tidak bisa mundur lagi. Sekarang atau tidak sama sekali.
“Allô?” Suara orang itu terdengar lagi.
Kali ini Tatsuya mengumpulkan segenap tenaga dan keberaniannya dan menjawab, “Bon soir. Benarkah ini Monsieur Jean-Daniel Lemercier?” Nama itu diucapkannya dengan berat sekali.
Sesaat tidak terdengar jawaban, lalu, “Benar, saya sendiri,” sahut pria di ujung sana.

نتایج (انگلیسی) 1:

"Oh my gosh! All right, all right. I'm a treat today, "said Tara pretended not to wait. "Where we meet later?"When he finally closed the phone, Tara saw Élise were looking on while tersenyum-senyum."May I know who is that last? Male, right? "asked with a teasing tone Élise. "Sebastien?"Tara shook his head.Élise eyebrows raised. Surprised and somewhat shocked. "Isn't it?" he asked while shook his head, following the movement of the Tara. "Then who?"Tara biting lips and smiled. Then he draws both elbows on the table and body bends forward. Élise laptop and get rid of the body so that skews their heads close together."Can you keep a secret?" Tara asked in a low voice full of secrets.Élise eyebrows raised. "Of course," and he said the quick. "You know I'm right.""The last Person to call me," Tara whispered in a tone enigmatic, "is Monsieur Fujitatsu."Élise eyes dilate. "Right?" she cried was surprised.Tara smiled and nodded. "His Name Is Tatsuya Fujisawa. Her friend Sebastien. ""Lest you are my girl ... Autumn girl? "guess Élise.Tara laughed quietly. "Today is indeed a silly sounding."Élise pause and purpose. "You know who is the girl that she meets at the airport? In his letter, first is it? Lest ... "With regrets Tara shook his head. "I know what kaupikirkan, but unfortunately, I'm not the girl who she meets at the airport or in the clubs. I'm also curious as to who that girl once. ""Oh?"Tara rose. "Well, now I'm permission first. I have a dinner appointment. Oh yes, Élise, don't tell anyone about Tatsuya. Okay? This is the secret of both of us. ""Tara," call Élise suddenly. "Invite him to my birthday party.""Anyone? Tatsuya? Why? ""Come on," Mancini: Élise with eyes berbinar-binar. "I would like to know what sort of man. Handsome? ""Wah? Isn't it true that you already have a girlfriend? " Tara reply asked with a tone of joked."Nothing to do," bemused Élise. "Don't be afraid. I'm not going to take it from you. Invite him, okay? "Tara laughed. "I'm not afraid of you take it. All right, I'll take him. But I don't know if he's willing to come or not. "EightTATSUYA stared at the paper in his hand and then go stare at the view of the Seine River just outside the window. He exhaled a deep breath and looked back at the phone number listed in the paper he held it. Finally he pulled out a cell phone from the pocket of the pants and call the number.His heart was pounding and the hand that wasn't holding the cell phone to be immersed into his pants pocket while waiting for the connected relationships. Then ..."Allô?"Tatsuya heard the voice of the man on the other end there. The voice of a man who pitched low and inside. For a moment he couldn't speak. Nervous. He realized he could not back off again. Now or not at all."Allô?" The voice of the people was heard again.This time collecting all the manpower and Tatsuya fearlessness and replied, "Bon soir. This is Monsieur Jean-Daniel Lemercier? " The name is spoken with a weight of all.A moment doesn't sound answers, then, "right, I own," said the man on the other end.