The Camper Van with Nine Buttons

Isla and her brother Farid get a camper van. It is white and small. It has a bed, a tiny kitchen, and a table. They are very excited. They plan to drive along the coast for a week.

Isla dan adiknya, Farid, mendapat sebuah mobil karavan. Mobil itu putih dan kecil. Di dalamnya ada tempat tidur, dapur mungil, dan sebuah meja. Mereka sangat bersemangat. Mereka berencana menyetir menyusuri pantai selama seminggu.

A man gives them the keys. "This van has nine buttons on the dashboard," he says. "Here is a paper with the names."

Seorang pria memberi mereka kuncinya. "Mobil ini punya sembilan tombol di dasbor," katanya. "Ini kertas berisi nama-namanya."

"Thank you," says Isla. She puts the paper in her bag.

"Terima kasih," kata Isla. Dia memasukkan kertas itu ke tasnya.

"Do you want to read it?" asks Farid.

"Kamu mau membacanya?" tanya Farid.

"Later," says Isla. "First we drive."

"Nanti saja," kata Isla. "Jalan dulu."

They leave the town. The sun shines. The road runs next to the sea. Isla drives. Farid looks at the map.

Mereka meninggalkan kota. Matahari bersinar. Jalan itu berjalan di samping laut. Isla menyetir. Farid melihat peta.

After ten minutes, it starts to rain a little. "Press the wipers," says Farid. He points to a button.

Sepuluh menit kemudian, hujan mulai turun sedikit. "Tekan wiper-nya," kata Farid. Dia menunjuk sebuah tombol.

Isla presses it. A loud song starts to play. It is an old song about a happy farmer. The farmer sings very loudly.

Isla menekannya. Sebuah lagu keras mulai terdengar. Itu lagu lama tentang seorang petani yang bahagia. Si petani menyanyi dengan sangat keras.

"That is not the wipers," says Farid. He laughs.

"Itu bukan wiper," kata Farid. Dia tertawa.

"Turn it off!" says Isla.

"Matikan!" kata Isla.

Farid presses the button again. The song stops. Then he presses the next button. Nothing happens for a moment. Then the bed comes out with a bang.

Farid menekan tombol itu lagi. Lagunya berhenti. Lalu dia menekan tombol berikutnya. Sesaat tidak terjadi apa-apa. Lalu tempat tidur keluar dengan suara keras.

"The bed!" Isla shouts. "Why does the bed come out?"

"Tempat tidurnya!" teriak Isla. "Kenapa tempat tidurnya keluar?"

"I do not know!" says Farid. "I want to stop it!"

"Aku tidak tahu!" kata Farid. "Aku mau menghentikannya!"

He presses the button again. The bed goes back into the wall. Isla's hands shake on the wheel. She starts to laugh.

Dia menekan tombol itu lagi. Tempat tidur masuk kembali ke dinding. Tangan Isla gemetar di setir. Dia mulai tertawa.

"We must read that paper," she says.

"Kita harus membaca kertas itu," katanya.

"Yes," says Farid. "But the paper is in your bag. And you have the wheel."

"Iya," kata Farid. "Tapi kertasnya ada di tasmu. Dan kamu memegang setir."

At the next village, Isla parks next to a bakery. They take the paper out and read it together. Number one is the radio. Number two is the heater. Number three is the bed. Number four is the light inside. Number five is the wipers. Number six is the little fridge. Number seven is the window shade. Number eight is the horn. Number nine says "Awning."

Di desa berikutnya, Isla memarkir mobil di samping sebuah toko roti. Mereka mengeluarkan kertas itu dan membacanya bersama-sama. Nomor satu radio. Nomor dua pemanas. Nomor tiga tempat tidur. Nomor empat lampu dalam. Nomor lima wiper. Nomor enam kulkas kecil. Nomor tujuh tirai jendela. Nomor delapan klakson. Nomor sembilan tertulis "Awning."

"What is an awning?" asks Farid.

"Awning itu apa?" tanya Farid.

"A kind of roof," says Isla. "It comes out of the van and gives shade."

"Semacam atap," kata Isla. "Keluar dari mobil dan memberi bayangan."

"Does it come out slowly?"

"Keluarnya pelan-pelan?"

Isla looks at the paper. She reads the last line aloud. "Do not press Number Nine in the wind."

Isla melihat kertas itu. Dia membaca baris terakhir dengan keras. "Jangan tekan Nomor Sembilan saat ada angin."

They look at each other. The wind is strong today. Farid looks at the button for a moment.

Mereka saling menatap. Hari ini anginnya kencang. Farid menatap tombol itu sebentar.

"I will not press it," he says.

"Aku tidak akan menekannya," katanya.

They have coffee and a warm roll from the bakery. Then they climb back into the van. This time Isla reads the names on the buttons. She presses the wipers, and they work. The road is wet and shiny. They drive for an hour.

Mereka minum kopi dan makan roti hangat dari toko roti itu. Lalu mereka naik lagi ke mobil. Kali ini Isla membaca nama-nama di tombol. Dia menekan wiper, dan wiper-nya bekerja. Jalan basah dan mengilap. Mereka menyetir selama satu jam.

At lunch, they find a car park by the beach. Isla opens the little fridge and takes out two sandwiches. Farid sits at the table. He is hungry and tired.

Saat makan siang, mereka menemukan tempat parkir di dekat pantai. Isla membuka kulkas kecil dan mengeluarkan dua sandwich. Farid duduk di meja. Dia lapar dan lelah.

"I want to be in the shade," he says. "The sun is so hot."

"Aku mau di tempat teduh," katanya. "Mataharinya panas sekali."

He puts his hand on the dashboard. He thinks about lunch, not buttons. His finger touches a button without a name. He presses it.

Dia menaruh tangannya di dasbor. Dia memikirkan makan siang, bukan tombol. Jarinya menyentuh sebuah tombol tanpa nama. Dia menekannya.

For a moment, nothing happens. Then something large comes out of the van. It is a big yellow awning. It opens like a flower. The wind catches it. The whole van shakes. A man on the beach points and laughs.

Sesaat tidak terjadi apa-apa. Lalu sesuatu yang besar keluar dari mobil. Itu sebuah awning kuning yang besar. Ia terbuka seperti bunga. Angin menangkapnya. Seluruh mobil bergoyang. Seorang pria di pantai menunjuk dan tertawa.

"Stop!" Isla shouts.

"Berhenti!" teriak Isla.

Farid jumps out of the van. He pulls the awning with both hands. It is heavy. He holds it for a long time. Isla runs to help him. Together, they close it. They fall back against the van, out of breath.

Farid melompat keluar dari mobil. Dia menarik awning itu dengan kedua tangan. Berat sekali. Dia menahannya lama. Isla berlari membantunya. Bersama-sama, mereka menutupnya. Mereka bersandar di mobil, terengah-engah.

A child on the beach claps. "Again!" she shouts.

Seorang anak di pantai bertepuk tangan. "Sekali lagi!" teriaknya.

Farid looks at the paper. "It was Number Nine," he says.

Farid melihat kertas itu. "Ternyata Nomor Sembilan," katanya.

"I know," says Isla.

"Aku tahu," kata Isla.

She takes the paper. She writes a line at the top in red pen. Then she hands it to Farid.

Dia mengambil kertas itu. Dia menulis satu baris di bagian atas dengan pulpen merah. Lalu dia menyerahkannya kepada Farid.

It says, "Brother does not touch buttons."

Tulisannya: "Adik tidak boleh menyentuh tombol."