The Old Bicycle

Ama had an old neighbor called Goran. He sat on his porch every afternoon. He looked at the street and said little.

Ama punya tetangga tua bernama Goran. Ia duduk di teras rumahnya setiap sore. Ia memandangi jalan dan sedikit bicara.

One day, Ama walked past his garage. The door was open. In the back, she saw a bicycle. It was brown with rust.

Suatu hari, Ama berjalan melewati garasinya. Pintunya terbuka. Di bagian belakang, ia melihat sebuah sepeda. Sepeda itu cokelat berkarat.

"Is that your bicycle?" she asked.

"Itu sepeda Bapak?" tanyanya.

"Yes," said Goran. "It was my bicycle. It does not work now."

"Ya," kata Goran. "Dulu itu sepedaku. Sekarang sudah tidak bisa dipakai."

Ama looked at the wheels. "I can help," she said. "I can make it work."

Ama memandang roda-rodanya. "Saya bisa membantu," katanya. "Saya bisa membuatnya berfungsi."

The next day, she came with some oil. She put oil on the chain. At first, it made a loud noise. Then it was quiet.

Keesokan harinya, ia datang membawa minyak pelumas. Ia mengoleskan minyak pada rantainya. Awalnya, rantai itu berbunyi keras. Lalu menjadi senyap.

On the third day, Ama brought a pump. She put air in both tires. They were hard and round again.

Pada hari ketiga, Ama membawa pompa. Ia memompa kedua bannya. Ban-ban itu keras dan bulat lagi.

On the fourth day, she bought a new bell. It was silver and shiny. She put it on the handle.

Pada hari keempat, ia membeli bel baru. Bel itu berwarna perak dan mengilap. Ia memasangnya di stang.

Goran came out of his house. He looked at the bicycle for a long time. Then he sat on the seat. His hands shook a little.

Goran keluar dari rumahnya. Ia memandangi sepeda itu lama sekali. Lalu ia duduk di jok. Tangannya sedikit gemetar.

He rode slowly down the street. Ama walked next to him. At the corner, Goran rang the bell. Then he rang it again.

Ia mengayuh pelan-pelan menyusuri jalan. Ama berjalan di sampingnya. Di tikungan, Goran membunyikan bel itu. Lalu ia membunyikannya lagi.