Bring Something Broken

Bianca has an old radio. It makes no sound. On Saturday morning, she takes it to the repair café. The café is in the town library. It has long tables and many tools. Volunteers fix things for free. People wait with tea and small cakes.

Bianca punya sebuah radio tua. Radio itu tidak bersuara. Pada Sabtu pagi, dia membawanya ke kafe reparasi. Kafe itu berada di perpustakaan kota. Di sana ada meja-meja panjang dan banyak perkakas. Para relawan memperbaiki barang secara gratis. Orang-orang menunggu sambil minum teh dan makan kue kecil.

A tall man waves at her. "Hello. I am Cyrus. Please sit here." Bianca puts the radio on the table.

Seorang pria jangkung melambai padanya. "Halo. Saya Cyrus. Silakan duduk di sini." Bianca meletakkan radio itu di atas meja.

"It was my father's," she says.

"Radio ini milik ayah saya," katanya.

"It is very old."

"Sudah sangat tua."

Cyrus opens the back. He looks inside for a long time. "One wire is loose," he says.

Cyrus membuka bagian belakangnya. Dia memeriksa bagian dalamnya lama sekali. "Ada satu kabel yang longgar," katanya.

"This is easy."

"Ini mudah."

"Easy?" Bianca says.

"Mudah?" kata Bianca.

"I tried for a week."

"Saya sudah mencoba selama seminggu."

Cyrus smiles. "Everything is hard until you see it." He holds the wire with a small tool. Then he turns a knob. The radio gives a loud noise. Then soft music fills the room.

Cyrus tersenyum. "Semuanya sulit sampai kita melihat caranya." Dia menahan kabel itu dengan alat kecil. Lalu dia memutar sebuah tombol. Radio itu mengeluarkan bunyi keras. Kemudian musik yang lembut memenuhi ruangan.

Bianca laughs. "It works! Thank you!"

Bianca tertawa. "Bisa menyala! Terima kasih!"

"Come back any time," Cyrus says.

"Datang saja kapan pun," kata Cyrus.

"We are here every Saturday."

"Kami ada di sini setiap Sabtu."

The next Saturday, Bianca comes again. She has a wobbly stool. Cyrus fixes it in ten minutes. They talk about stools and radios and the town. He likes jazz. She likes old songs. They both like strong tea.

Sabtu berikutnya, Bianca datang lagi. Dia membawa bangku kecil yang goyang. Cyrus memperbaikinya dalam sepuluh menit. Mereka mengobrol tentang bangku, radio, dan kota mereka. Cyrus suka musik jazz. Bianca suka lagu-lagu lama. Mereka berdua suka teh yang kuat.

Next, she brings a music box with no music. Cyrus finds a bent pin inside. Soon the box plays a slow tune. An older volunteer looks at them and smiles. She says nothing.

Berikutnya, dia membawa kotak musik yang tidak bisa berbunyi. Cyrus menemukan sebuah pin yang bengkok di dalamnya. Tak lama kemudian kotak itu memainkan lagu yang lambat. Seorang relawan yang lebih tua memandang mereka dan tersenyum. Dia tidak berkata apa-apa.

The week after that, Bianca brings a bicycle bell. It does not ring. Cyrus fixes it with one drop of oil. Bianca rings it three times. People at the next table laugh.

Pekan berikutnya, Bianca membawa bel sepeda. Bel itu tidak berbunyi. Cyrus memperbaikinya dengan setetes minyak. Bianca membunyikannya tiga kali. Orang-orang di meja sebelah tertawa.

"You bring many broken things," the older volunteer says.

"Kamu membawa banyak barang rusak," kata relawan yang lebih tua itu.

"Is your house full of them?"

"Apa rumahmu penuh dengan barang rusak?"

"Yes," Bianca says. Her face goes red.

"Ya," kata Bianca. Wajahnya memerah.

"Very full."

"Penuh sekali."

On Friday night, Bianca walks around her flat. She looks in every room. She wants one more broken thing. But the lamp works. The clock works. The door, the chairs, the window, the shoes, everything works. She sits on the bed. She feels a little silly.

Pada Jumat malam, Bianca berkeliling di flatnya. Dia memeriksa setiap ruangan. Dia ingin satu barang rusak lagi. Tetapi lampunya berfungsi. Jamnya berfungsi. Pintu, kursi, jendela, sepatu, semuanya berfungsi. Dia duduk di tempat tidur. Dia merasa sedikit konyol.

On Saturday, she goes to the café with empty hands. She only takes her father's radio. It still plays well. Cyrus sees her and stands up. "Hello, Bianca. What is broken today?"

Pada hari Sabtu, dia pergi ke kafe dengan tangan kosong. Dia hanya membawa radio ayahnya. Radio itu masih menyala dengan baik. Cyrus melihatnya dan berdiri. "Halo, Bianca. Apa yang rusak hari ini?"

"Nothing," she says.

"Tidak ada," katanya.

"I looked everywhere."

"Saya sudah mencari ke mana-mana."

"Then why are you here?"

"Lalu kenapa kamu datang?"

"For the tea," Bianca says.

"Untuk tehnya," kata Bianca.

"The tea is bad," says Cyrus. "Everyone knows that." They both laugh. Then Cyrus looks at his hands. He is quiet for a moment.

"Tehnya tidak enak," kata Cyrus. "Semua orang tahu itu." Mereka berdua tertawa. Lalu Cyrus menatap tangannya. Dia diam sejenak.

"Today I have a problem," he says.

"Hari ini saya punya masalah," katanya.

"It is not a small one."

"Masalahnya tidak kecil."

"Show me," Bianca says.

"Coba tunjukkan," kata Bianca.

"I want to have dinner with you. But I do not have a plan. I do not know the place or the day."

"Saya ingin makan malam denganmu. Tapi saya tidak punya rencana. Saya tidak tahu tempatnya atau harinya."

Bianca looks at him. Then she looks at the older volunteer. The woman pretends to read a book. Bianca puts the radio on the table. She takes a pen from her bag. She writes a restaurant name on a paper napkin. Under it, she writes Sunday, seven o'clock.

Bianca menatapnya. Lalu dia menoleh ke relawan yang lebih tua. Wanita itu pura-pura membaca buku. Bianca meletakkan radio di atas meja. Dia mengambil pulpen dari tasnya. Dia menulis nama sebuah restoran di serbet kertas. Di bawahnya, dia menulis Minggu, pukul tujuh.

"Is that a good plan?" Cyrus asks.

"Apakah itu rencana yang bagus?" tanya Cyrus.

"It is an easy one," Bianca says.

"Ini rencana yang mudah," kata Bianca.

"Everything is hard until you see it."

"Semuanya sulit sampai kita melihat caranya."