Tara berpikir sejenak. “Dia teman y

Tara berpikir sejenak. “Dia teman yang baik,” jawabnya diplomatis. Ia menoleh menatap Tatsuya dan tersenyum lagi. Tiba-tiba ia berkata, “Hei, aku baru sadar warna matau abu-abu. Sama seperti aku. Kau lihat? Mataku juga abu-abu.”
Tatsuya menatap mata kelabu gadis yang duduk di sampingnya itu dan tersenyum. Mata kelabu yang bersinar ramah, hangat, dan ekspresif. Mata yang dengan mudah mencerminkan apa yang sedang dirasakan pemiliknya. Mata yang bisa dipercaya.
“Lensa kontak, bukan? Aku tahu lensa kontak berwarna sangat digandrungi anak-anak muda di Jepang,” tambah Tara agak bangga karena merasa punya sedikit pengetahuan tentang tren anak muda di Jepang, entah itu benar atau tidak.
Tatsuya tidak langsung menyadari bahwa Tara masih membicarakan tentang warna matanya yang tidak biasa bagi orang Asia. Akhirnya ia balas bertanya, “Kau sendiri memakai lensa kontak?”
Tara teringat warna matanya sendiri. “Enak saja,” protesnya. “Ini warna asli mataku.”
“Ah, benar,” kata Tatsuya sambil menengadah. “Sebastien pernah bilang ayahmu orang Prancis.”
“Ya. Ibuku orang Indonesia. Selain warna mataku, aku memang lebih mirip ibuku.”
“Oh, Indonesia?”
“Kenapa?”
“Aku punya kenalan yang bisa berbahasa Indonesia di Tokyo.”
“Oh ya?”
Tatsuya tertawa kecil. “Dia tetanggaku. Apartemennya tepat di sebelah apartemenku. Gadis manis yang pendiam, tapi bisa berubah segalak singa kalau perlu. Kadang-kadang dia suka mengomel dalam bahasa Indonesia.”
“Kau mengerti apa yang dikatakannya?”
Tatsuya mengangkat bahu. “Hanya beberapa kata. Aku suka bertanya apa yang diomelkannya.”
Tara mengangguk-angguk. “Aku jadi ingin belajar bahasa Jepang.”
“Kau ingin belajar bahasa Jepang?” Tatsuya mengulangi ucapan Tara. “Kenapa?”
“Tidak kenapa-kenapa. Aku memang suka belajar bahasa asing,” sahutnya sambil mengangkat bahu. “Kalau tidak salah, dalam bahasa Jepang kau harus menambahkan kata san pada nama orang, bukan?”
Tatsunay mengangguk. “Kalau kau sudah mengenalnya dengan baik, kau boleh memakai kata chan.”
“Tatsuya-san? Atau Fujisawa-san?” tanya Tara tidak pasti.
“Dua-duanya boleh, Tara-chan.”
“Hei, kau tahu, aku suka caramu menyebut namaku,” kata Tara dengan wajah berseri-seri. “Sebastien tidak pernah menyebut namaku dengan benar.”
Tatsuya merasa senang. Ia punya satu kelebihan dibandingkan Sebastien.
Nah, pikiran apa itu? Kenapa sekarang ia membanding-bandingkan diri dengan Sebastien? Tatsuya menghapus pikiran itu dari benaknya.
Tiba-tiba ponsel gadis itu berbunyi.
“Allô?” kata Tara setelah menempelkan ponsel ke telinga. Tatsuya bisa melihat perubahan ekspresinya. Matanya berkilat-kilat dan senyumnya melebar.
Telepon dari Sebastien, pikir Tatsuya tanpa bisa dicegah.
“Sebastien!” seru gadis itu gembira.
Tatsuya memalingkan wajah. Benar, bukan?
“Kau sudah sampai?... Belum?... Tentu saja, aku bisa menjemputmu... Kau bawa oleh-oleh untukku?... Wah, kau memang baik sekali!... Oke, sampai jumpa!”
Tara menutup ponselnya. Ia masih tersenyum sendiri.
“Sebastien pulang hari ini?” tanya Tatsuya berbasa-basi.
Tara mengangguk. “Aku mau pergi menjemputnya,” katanya, lalu ia teringat sesuatu. “Oh ya, maaf. Aku tidak bisa menemanimu ke Arc de Triomphe malam ini.”
“Tidak apa-apa. Kita bisa pergi lain kali.”
Tara bangkit dan merapikan syalnya. “Mau kuantar pulang?”
Tatsuya menggeleng. “Terima kasih, tapi tidak perlu. Aku ingin ke tempat lain dulu. Kau pergi saja.”
“Baiklah,” kata gadis itu sambil tersenyum. “Aku pergi dulu. Terima kasih karena sudah mentraktirku makan siang. Lain kali giliranku.”
“Terima kasih karena sudah menemaniku hari ini.”
Tara melambaikan tangan. “Sampai jumpa.”
“Sampai ketemu lagi, Tara-chan.”
Tatsuya memandangi Tara yang berlari-lari kecil menjauhinya dan menarik napas panjang.

نتایج (انگلیسی) 1:

Tara thought for a moment. "He's a good friend," she replied diplomatically. He turned to stare at Tatsuya and smiling again. Suddenly he said, "Hey, I just realized the color gray matau. Just as I was. Do you see? My eyes are too gray. "Tatsuya staring eyes grey girl who sat next to it and smile. The grey eyes shone, friendly, warm, and expressive. The eye easily reflect what is currently perceived their owners. Eyes that can be trusted."Contact lenses, right? I know the colored contact lenses very young children loved in Japan, "adds Tara bit proud because felt had little knowledge about the trend of young people in Japan, whether it's true or not.Tatsuya is not immediately realized that Tara was still talk about the color of his eyes that are not typical for Asians. He finally reply asks, "you yourself wear contact lenses?"Tara remembered the color of his own eyes. "Tasty," protesnya. "This is the original color of my eyes.""Ah, that's right," said Tatsuya while looking up. "Your father ever tell people Sebastien France.""Ya. My mother's people Indonesia. In addition to the color of my eyes, I was indeed more like my mother. ""Oh, Indonesia?""Why?""I have an acquaintance who can speak Indonesia in Tokyo.""Oh yeah?"Tatsuya chuckle. "He tetanggaku. His apartment right next to my apartment. Sweet girl who is reticent, but could change segalak lion if necessary. Sometimes she likes to rant in the language of Indonesia. ""You understand what he is saying?"Tatsuya shrugged. "Just a few words. I like to ask what diomelkannya. "Tara nodding. "I so want to learn the language of Japan.""You want to learn the language of Japan?" Tatsuya repeated utterances of Tara. "Why?""No why-why. I do love learning a foreign language, "and he said holding up the shoulder. "If not mistaken, in the language of Japan you have to add the word to the name of the san people, isn't it?"Tatsunay nodded. "If you already know him well, you shouldn't be wearing said chan.""Tatsuya-san? Or Fujisawa-san? "asked Tara is uncertain."Both may, Tara-chan.""Hey, you know, I like the way you call my name," said Tara with a face beaming. "Sebastien never mention my name correctly."Tatsuya was pleased. He had one advantage over Sebastien.Well, the thought of what is it? Why now he proclaimed himself with Sebastien? Tatsuya erase that thought from her mind.Suddenly the girl's cell phone rang."Allô?" said Tara after attaching the phone to the ear. Tatsuya could see his expression change. His eyes and his smile widened takes.Phone from Sebastien, Tatsuya without thought can be prevented."Sebastien!" exclaimed the girl excited.Tatsuya faces. True, isn't it?"You're already up to? ... Yet? ... Of course, I could pick you up ... You bring the gift shop for me? ... Wow, you are indeed good! ... Okay, see you! "Tara shut his cellphone. He was still smiling myself."Sebastien go home today?" asked Tatsuya PEP talk.Tara nodded. "I want to go pick him up," she said, then she remembered something. "Oh yes, sorry. I can't menemanimu to Arc de Triomphe tonight. ""It's okay. We can go another time. "Tara rose and smoothed out syalnya. "Kuantar want to go home?"Tatsuya shook his head. "Thank you, but is not necessary. I want to place first. You go away. ""Ok," the girl said with a smile. "I go first. Thank you mentraktirku for lunch. Next time it's my turn. ""Thank you for accompany me today."Tara waving. "See you.""See you again, Tara-chan."Tatsuya staring at a small run around Tara stay away and took a deep breath.

نتایج (انگلیسی) 2:

Tara thought for a moment. "He's a good friend," he said diplomatically. He turned to stare at Tatsuya and smiled again. Suddenly he said, "Hey, I just realized matau gray color. Just like me. You see? My eyes were also gray. "
Tatsuya gray eyes staring at the girl sitting next to him and smiled. Gray eyes shining friendly, warm, and expressive. Eyes that easily reflect what they are feeling their owners. Eyewitness.
"Contact lenses, is not it? I know that colored contact lenses are very loved by young people in Japan, "added Tara quite proud that feel they have little knowledge about the trend of young people in Japan, whether it's true or not.
Tatsuya did not immediately realize that Tara is still talking about the color of his eyes were not unusual for Asians. Finally he countered, "What are you wearing contact lenses?"
Tara recalled his own eye color. "No way," he protested. "This is the original color of my eyes."
"Ah, right," said Tatsuya, looking up. "Sebastien had said your father was French."
"Yes. My mother is an Indonesian. In addition to the color of my eyes, I was more like my mother. "
" Oh, Indonesia? "
" Why? "
" I have an acquaintance who can speak Indonesia in Tokyo. "
" Oh yeah? "
Tatsuya chuckled. "He's my neighbor. Apartment right next to the apartment. Sweet girl who was quiet, but could change segalak lion if necessary. Sometimes he was nagging in the Indonesian language. "
" You know what he said? "
Tatsuya shrugged. "Just a few words. I like to ask what diomelkannya. "
Tara nodded. "I want to learn Japanese."
"Do you want to learn Japanese?" Tatsuya repeat what Tara. "Why?"
"Do not see why. I like to learn a foreign language, "he said with a shrug. "If not mistaken, in Japanese you need to add the word san on the person's name, is not it?"
Tatsunay nodded. "If you already know him well, you should use the word chan."
"Tatsuya-san? Or Fujisawa-san? "Asked Tara uncertain.
" Both may, Tara-chan. "
" Hey, you know, I like the way you said my name, "Tara said, beaming. "Sebastien never mention my name right."
Tatsuya feel happy. He had one advantage over Sebastien.
Well, thought what is it? Why now he is comparing himself with Sebastien? Tatsuya erase that thought from his mind.
Suddenly the girl's cell phone rang.
"Allo?" Tara said after put the phone to his ear. Tatsuya could see his expression change. Her eyes sparkled and her smile widened.
Phone from Sebastien, thought Tatsuya inevitably.
"Sebastien!" The girl exclaimed happily.
Tatsuya turned away. True, is not it?
"Are you there yet? ... Not yet? ... Of course, I can pick you up ... You bring a gift for me? ... Well, you did very well! ... Okay, bye "
Tara closed his cell phone. He still smiled to himself.
"Sebastien home today?" Asked Tatsuya mince words.
Tara nodded. "I'm going to pick him up," he said, and then he remembered something. "Oh yes, sorry. I can not accompany you to the Arc de Triomphe tonight. "
" It's okay. We can go another time. "
Tara got up and smoothed her shawl. "Want to drive you home?"
Tatsuya shook his head. "Thanks, but no need. I want to place first. You go. "
" All right, "she said, smiling. "I go first. Thank you for buying me lunch. Next time it's my turn. "
" Thank you for being with me today. "
Tara waved. "Goodbye."
"See you, Tara-chan."
Tatsuya looked at Tara who trotted away from him and took a deep breath.