Akira mendesah. “Tidak mau bercerit

Akira mendesah. “Tidak mau bercerita rupanya. Tidak apa-apa. Tapi kuharap kau
bisa mengajaknya dan mengenalkannya padaku.”
“Baiklah,” sahut Kazuto, tertawa.
“Mungkin aku juga akan mengajak seseorang,” kata Akira tiba-tiba.
“Tunggu dulu. Beberapa hari yang lalu sewaktu kita makan siang bersama,
kaubilang kau belum punya pacar. Tepatnya, kaubilang kau tidak punya waktu untuk
pacaran.” Kazuto berjalan menyusuri Takeshita Dori, salah satu jalan di Harajuku yang
sempit, panjang, dan dipadati pejalan kaki yang kebanyakan adalah remaja. Berbagai
butik, kafe, restoran siap saji, dan toko-toko kecil lainnya yang ditargetkan untuk
kawula muda berjejer di sepanjang jalan. Kazuto menyenggol bahu seseorang dan ia
menggumamkan kata maaf tanpa berhenti berjalan.
“Memang. Tapi bukankah hidup memang aneh?” Suara Akira terdengar ceria.
“Aku bertemu dengannya tepat setelah aku makan siang denganmu hari itu. Sejak itu
kami sempat bertemu beberapa kali untuk urusan pekerjaan dan aku sempat
mengajaknya makan siang atau minum kopi sesekali. Aku tidak tahu apakah dia mau
kalau aku benar-benar mengajaknya kencan.”
“Salah seorang perawat baru yang cantik?” tebak Kazuto.
“Aku memang bertemu dengannya di rumah sakit, tapi dia bukan perawat,” kata
Akira, masih dengan nada ceria. „Tenang saja, kau akan bertemu dengannya nanti saat
reuni.”
Kazuto menutup ponsel dan masuk ke salah satu toko foto di sebelah kanannya
dan tersenyum kepada penjaga toko yang menyambutnya. “Pesanan atas nama
Nishimura sudah jadi?” tanyanya.
Gadis penjaga toko berwajah manis itu tersenyum lebar. “Ah, tentu saja. Harap
tunggu sebentar.”
Tak lama kemudian gadis ramah itu kembali membawa sebuah kantong kertas dan
menyerahkannya kepada Kazuto.
Kazuto mengeluarkan beberapa lembar foto yang cukup besar dari dalam kantong
kertas itu dan memeriksa setiap lembarnya. Semua foto itu adalah hasil jepretannya
sejak ia menginjakkan kaki di Tokyo. Pemandangan kota Tokyo, para pejalan kaki di
jalanan Shibuya, anak-anak kecil yang berlarian di Yoyogi Gyoen, beberapa kuil
terkenal. Dan Ishida Keiko.
Kazuto memegang salah satu foto Keiko yang diambilnya ketika ia melihat gadis
itu duduk sendirian di salah satu kafe di Omotesando. Ia sudah sering memotret Keiko
dan kebanyakan dari foto itu diambil tanpa sepengetahuan gadis itu. Kalau Keiko tahu
Kazuto memotretnya, ia akan mengomel panjang-lebar tentang dirinya yang bukan
fotomodel dan tidak berniat menjadi fotomodel.
“Semuanya sudah lengkap, bukan?” tanya si penjaga toko.
Kazuto mengangkat wajah dan tersenyum lebar. “Ya,” sahutnya. “Terima kasih
banyak.”
Memandangi foto-foto Keiko yang ada dalam genggamannya, Kazuto teringat
sesuatu. Sebelum ia mengajak gadis itu ke acara reuni sekolahnya, ada hal lain yang
ingin dikatakannya kepada Keiko. Ia merogoh saku bagian dalam jaketnya dan
mengeluarkan dua lembar tiket pertunjukan balet. Swan Lake, salah satu pertunjukan
yang sangat laris dan sangat ingin ditonton Keiko. Tanggal pertunjukan yang tercetak
pada tiket itu adalah 24 Desember, jadi Kazuto berharap Keiko tidak punya acara
penting pada hari itu.
* * *
Keiko berjongkok merapikan buku-buku yang ada di rak bagian bawah sambil
bersenandung lirih. Perpustakaan sedang sepi saat itu. Hanya ada beberapa orang yang
membaca buku di meja-meja yang tersedia. Keiko sangat suka suasana sepi
perpustakaan. Begitu damai. Ia berdiri, menegakkan tubuh, dan memandang ke luar
jendela. Natal tinggal beberapa lagi. Ia berharap salju akan turun pada Hari Natal.
Keiko mendesah pelan dan melirik jam tangan. Sebentar lagi waktunya pulang.
Tiba-tiba lagu Fly High terdengar nyaring. Terperanjat. Keiko buru-buru mengeluarkan
ponselnya. “Moshimoshi?” bisiknya. Wajahnya terasa panas ketika ia melihat beberapa
orang menoleh ke arahnya. Ia cepat-cepat meninggalkan deretan rak buku dan kembali
ke meja kerjanya.
“Keiko-san.”
Mendengar suara Kitano Akira di ujung sana, Keiko langsung memperlambat
langkah karena kaget. “Sensei?”
“Bagaimana kakimu?” tanya Kitano Akira. “Tidak ada masalah, bukan?”
Otomatis Keiko menatap kaki kirinya yang tidak lagi diperban. Perbannya
memang sudah dibuka kemarin. “Tidak masalah. Sudah sembuh sama sekali,”
sahutnya sambil tersenyum. “Sensei masih di rumah sakit?”
“Ya, tapi sebentar lagi pulang. Kau ada acara malam ini?”
“Mmm... Tidak ada acara penting. Ada apa?”
“Bagaimana kalau kita pergi makan malam?”
Keiko tidak butuh waktu lama untuk menjawab. “Tentu saja.”
* * *

نتایج (انگلیسی) 1:

Akira sighed. "Don't want to tell a story apparently. It's okay. But I wish youcan take him and introduced him to me. ""Well," said Kazuto, laughing."Maybe I will also invite someone," said Akira suddenly."Wait a minute. A few days ago when we had lunch together,kaubilang you do not have a girlfriend. To be precise, kaubilang you do not have time tocourtship. " Kazuto walking down Takeshita Dori, one of the streets in Harajukuthe long, narrow, and will overwhelm the pedestrians who were mostly teenagers. A wide range ofboutiques, cafes, restaurants, fast-food restaurant, and other small shops being targeted forthe young lined up along the way. Kazuto nudging one's shoulder and hemuttered the word sorry without stopping the run."Indeed. But isn't life strange indeed? " The voice sounded cheerful Akira."I met him right after I eat lunch with you that day. Since thenWe had met several times for work and I gottook her lunch or drink coffee occasionally. I don't know if he wantsIf I actually asked her on a date. ""One of the beautiful new nurses?" guess Kazuto."I did meet with him in the hospital, but she was not a nurse," saidAkira, still with a cheery tone. "Quiet, you will meet him later whenreunion. "Kazuto close your phone and get into one of the stores the photos on the rightand smiling to the shopkeeper who greet him. "Orders on behalf ofNishimura was already so? "he asked.The sweet-faced shopkeeper girls were smiling wide. "Ah, of course. Pleasewait a minute. "Soon the girls are friendly, it comes back carrying a paper bag andhand it to Kazuto.Kazuto pulled some pieces large enough photo of in bagspaper and check for any painting. All of the photographs is the result jepretannyaever since he set foot in Tokyo. Tokyo City view, hikers inthe streets of Shibuya, small children running around at the Yoyogi Gyoen, several shrinefamous. Ishida And Keiko.Kazuto holds one of the photographs which he took Keiko when he saw the girlIt sat alone at one of the cafes in Omotesando. She was often photographed Keikoand most of the pictures were taken without the knowledge of the girl. If Keiko knewKazuto memotretnya, he'll be ranting panjang-lebar about him that is notAmerican model and does not intend to become American model."Everything is complete, isn't it?" asked the shopkeeper.Kazuto lifting face and smiled wide. "Yes," and he said. "Thank youmany. "Looking at pictures of Keiko's in his grasp, Kazuto rememberedsomething. Before he took the girl to the school reunion event, there are other things thatlike to say to Keiko. He takes part in his jacket pocket andremoving two pieces of Ballet tickets. Swan Lake, one of the showbest-selling and very like to watch Keiko. Performance date printedon the ticket it was 24 hours ago, so Kazuto hope Keiko had no eventsimportant on that day.* * *Keiko squatting tidying up the books that are on the lower part of the rack whilehumming softly. Libraries are deserted at the time. There are only a few peopleread a book in the available tables. Keiko was very fond of the atmosphere of quietLibrary. So peaceful. He stood up, straightened the body, and looked outwindow. Christmas live some more. He hoped snow would fall on Christmas day.Keiko sighed softly and glanced at watches. Soon it's time to go home.All of a sudden the song Fly High loud sound. Aghast. Keiko hastily issuedher cell phone. "Moshimoshi?" bisiknya. His face was hot when he saw somepeople looked at him. He quickly left the rows of book shelves and backto the table it works."Keiko-san."Hear the voice of Kitano Akira at the end there, Keiko instantly slow downstep because of the shock. "Sensei?""How are your feet?" asked Akira Kitano. "No problem, isn't it?"Automatic Keiko stared at his left foot bandaged who no longer. Perbannyaindeed already opened yesterday. "It doesn't matter. Had healed completely, "and he said with a smile. "Sensei still in the hospital?""Yes, but soon returned home. You were tonight show? ""Mmm ... There are no important events. What is it? ""How about we go to dinner?"Keiko didn't take long to answer. "Of course."* * *

نتایج (انگلیسی) 2:

Akira sighed. "Not going to tell apparently. It is okay. But I hope you
can take him and introduced him to me. "
" All right, "said Kazuto, laughing.
" Maybe I'll ask someone, "said Akira suddenly.
" Wait a minute. A few days ago when we had lunch together,
you said you do not have a boyfriend. Exactly, you said you do not have time for
dating. "Kazuto walk down Takeshita Dori, one of the streets in Harajuku are
narrow, long, and filled with pedestrians who are mostly teenagers. Various
boutiques, cafes, fast-food restaurants and other small shops that are targeted for
young people lined up along the road. Kazuto knocked over someone's shoulder and he
mumbled an apology without stopping to walk.
"Indeed. But is not life is weird? "Akira's voice sounded cheerful.
" I met him right after I have lunch with that day. Since then
we had met several times on business and I was
taking her to lunch or drink coffee occasionally. I do not know if she would
if I actually ask her out. "
" One of the nurses gorgeous new? "Guessed Kazuto.
" I did meet with him at the hospital, but she was not a nurse, "said
Akira, still cheerfully. "Relax, you're going to meet him later during
the reunion."
Kazuto closed the phone and went into one store photos on the right
and smiled at the shopkeeper who greeted him. "Orders on behalf
Nishimura finished?" He asked.
The girl sweet-faced shopkeeper smiled broadly. "Ah, of course. Please
wait a moment. "
Soon the friendly girl came back with a paper bag and
handed it to Kazuto.
Kazuto pulled out some photographs sizeable from the pockets of
the paper and check every page. All photos are the result jepretannya
since he set foot in Tokyo. View of the city of Tokyo, the pedestrians on the
streets of Shibuya, small children running around Yoyogi Gyoen, several temples
famous. And Keiko Ishida.
Kazuto Keiko holds one of the photos he took when he saw the girl
sitting alone in a cafe in Omotesando. He had been photographing Keiko
and most of the pictures were taken without the knowledge of the girl. If Keiko know
Kazuto photographed, he would rant at length about her not
fotomodel and does not intend to become fotomodel.
"Everything is already complete, is not it?" Asked the clerk.
Kazuto looked up and grinned. "Yes," he replied. "Thanks
a lot."
Staring at the pictures of Keiko had in his grasp, Kazuto remembered
something. Before he took the girl to the school reunion event, there are other things
to say to Keiko. He reached into the pocket inside his jacket and
brought out two sheets of tickets for the ballet. Swan Lake, one of the performances
that are in demand and are eager to watch Keiko. Show dates are printed
on the tickets is December 24, so Kazuto hope Keiko has no events
important in the day.
* * *
Keiko crouched tidying the books on the bottom shelf while
humming softly. Library was deserted at that time. There are only a few people who
read the book in the tables provided. Keiko really like the quiet atmosphere
of the library. So peaceful. He stood up, straightened up and looked out
the window. Christmas was only a few more. He hopes the snow will fall on Christmas Day.
Keiko sighed softly and glanced at his watch. Soon time to go home.
Suddenly the song Fly High sounded loud. Aghast. Keiko hastily issued
cell phone. "Moshimoshi?" She whispered. Her face felt hot when she saw several
people turned to her. He quickly left the bookshelves and returned
to her desk.
"Keiko-san."
Hearing Akira Kitano voice on the other end, a direct Keiko slow
pace due to shock. "Sensei?"
"How's your leg?" Asked Akira Kitano. "No problem, right?"
Automatic Keiko looked at his left leg is no longer bandaged. The bandage
had been opened yesterday. "No problem. Had healed completely, "
he said, smiling. "Sensei is still in the hospital?"
"Yes, but will soon return. You're free tonight? "
" Mmm ... Nothing important event. What is it? "
" Why do not we go to dinner? "
Keiko did not take long to answer. "Of course."
* * *