The Hill with No Name

Mira and Luka lived in a small village. Behind the village there was a hill. It was green and round. On the town map, it had no name.

Mira dan Luka tinggal di sebuah desa kecil. Di belakang desa ada sebuah bukit. Bukit itu hijau dan bulat. Di peta kota, bukit itu tidak punya nama.

One evening Mira looked at the map. "Every hill has a name," she said. "Except this one."

Suatu sore Mira memandangi peta. "Setiap bukit punya nama," katanya. "Kecuali yang ini."

"Maybe nobody climbs it," said Luka.

"Mungkin tidak ada yang pernah mendakinya," kata Luka.

"Then we will," said Mira. "On Saturday. We will find a name for it."

"Kalau begitu kita yang mendaki," kata Mira. "Hari Sabtu. Kita akan mencarikan nama untuknya."

On Saturday they met at seven o'clock. The air was cool. Mira had a backpack. Inside were four sandwiches and two apples. There was also a bottle of water. Luka had a notebook and a pen. He also had an empty jar.

Pada hari Sabtu mereka bertemu pukul tujuh. Udaranya sejuk. Mira membawa ransel. Di dalamnya ada empat sandwich dan dua apel. Ada juga sebotol air. Luka membawa buku catatan dan pulpen. Ia juga membawa sebuah stoples kosong.

"Why do you have a jar?" asked Mira.

"Kenapa kamu bawa stoples?" tanya Mira.

"You will see," said Luka.

"Nanti kamu lihat," kata Luka.

They walked along a dirt road. Cows watched them from a field. Then the road became a path. The path went into the trees. It was dark and cool there. Birds sang above them.

Mereka berjalan menyusuri jalan tanah. Sapi-sapi memandangi mereka dari ladang. Lalu jalan itu berubah menjadi jalan setapak. Jalan setapak itu masuk ke dalam hutan. Di sana gelap dan sejuk. Burung-burung berkicau di atas mereka.

After an hour they came to a stream. The water was clear and cold. A line of flat stones went across it.

Setelah satu jam mereka tiba di sebuah sungai kecil. Airnya jernih dan dingin. Sederet batu pipih terbentang melintasinya.

"I go first," said Luka. He stepped on the first stone. It moved a little. He jumped to the next stone. Then he jumped again. At the last stone, his foot slipped. One shoe went into the water.

"Aku duluan," kata Luka. Ia melangkah ke batu pertama. Batu itu bergoyang sedikit. Ia melompat ke batu berikutnya. Lalu ia melompat lagi. Di batu terakhir, kakinya terpeleset. Sebelah sepatunya masuk ke air.

"Cold!" he shouted.

"Dingin!" teriaknya.

Mira laughed. "Sit down," she said. "Your shoe will dry in the sun."

Mira tertawa. "Duduklah," katanya. "Sepatumu akan kering di bawah matahari."

They ate an apple on the grass. Luka's shoe made a small wet noise when he moved. After ten minutes they went on.

Mereka makan sebuah apel di atas rumput. Sepatu Luka berbunyi basah pelan setiap kali ia bergerak. Sepuluh menit kemudian mereka melanjutkan perjalanan.

The path became steep. The trees ended. Now there was only grass and rock. The wind was strong. Mira used her hands to climb the hard parts. Luka came behind her.

Jalan setapak itu menjadi curam. Pepohonan habis. Kini hanya ada rumput dan batu. Angin bertiup kencang. Mira memakai kedua tangannya untuk memanjat bagian yang sulit. Luka mengikuti di belakangnya.

"How much farther?" asked Luka.

"Berapa jauh lagi?" tanya Luka.

"I do not know," said Mira. "But we are higher than the church now."

"Aku tidak tahu," kata Mira. "Tapi kita sudah lebih tinggi dari gereja."

She was right. When she looked back, the church was small. The houses looked like toys.

Ia benar. Ketika ia menoleh ke belakang, gereja tampak kecil. Rumah-rumah tampak seperti mainan.

At last the ground became flat. They were at the top. Mira put her hands on her knees. Luka sat down and laughed.

Akhirnya tanahnya menjadi datar. Mereka sudah di puncak. Mira menaruh tangannya di lutut. Luka duduk dan tertawa.

From the top they could see everything. They saw the village and the river. They saw the long white road. They saw cows like tiny dots. Far away, a train moved slowly across the valley.

Dari puncak mereka bisa melihat segalanya. Mereka melihat desa dan sungai. Mereka melihat jalan putih yang panjang. Mereka melihat sapi-sapi seperti titik-titik kecil. Jauh di sana, sebuah kereta api bergerak pelan melintasi lembah.

"It is beautiful," said Mira.

"Indah sekali," kata Mira.

"It is very high," said Luka. "And my shoe is still wet."

"Tinggi sekali," kata Luka. "Dan sepatuku masih basah."

They ate their sandwiches in the wind. The bread tasted better than at home.

Mereka makan sandwich di tengah angin. Rotinya terasa lebih enak daripada di rumah.

"Now we need a name," said Mira.

"Sekarang kita butuh nama," kata Mira.

"What is the best thing about this hill?" asked Luka.

"Apa hal terbaik tentang bukit ini?" tanya Luka.

Mira thought. "The sandwiches," she said.

Mira berpikir. "Sandwich-nya," katanya.

"Sandwich Hill," said Luka. He wrote it in the notebook. "It is a good name."

"Bukit Sandwich," kata Luka. Ia menuliskannya di buku catatan. "Nama yang bagus."

"It is a silly name," said Mira. "I like it."

"Namanya konyol," kata Mira. "Aku suka."

Luka tore a page from the notebook. He wrote, "This is Sandwich Hill. Mira and Luka climbed it on Saturday." He folded the paper. He put it in the jar. He closed the lid.

Luka menyobek selembar halaman dari buku catatan. Ia menulis, "Ini Bukit Sandwich. Mira dan Luka mendakinya pada hari Sabtu." Ia melipat kertas itu. Ia memasukkannya ke dalam stoples. Ia menutup tutupnya.

They built a small pile of stones at the top. They put the jar inside the pile. The wind could not take it.

Mereka menyusun tumpukan batu kecil di puncak. Mereka menaruh stoples itu di dalam tumpukan. Angin tidak bisa membawanya.

Then they walked down the hill. The way back felt much shorter.

Lalu mereka berjalan menuruni bukit. Perjalanan pulang terasa jauh lebih singkat.

The next Saturday, Mira went up the hill again, alone. She wanted to see the view one more time. She went to the pile of stones and looked inside.

Pada hari Sabtu berikutnya, Mira naik ke bukit itu lagi, sendirian. Ia ingin melihat pemandangannya sekali lagi. Ia pergi ke tumpukan batu dan melihat ke dalamnya.

The jar was still there. Under their paper there was a new one. The handwriting was small and neat.

Stoples itu masih di sana. Di bawah kertas mereka ada kertas yang baru. Tulisan tangannya kecil dan rapi.

It said, "Good name. I will bring a sandwich next week."

Isinya, "Nama yang bagus. Minggu depan aku akan membawa sandwich."