The Photo on the Ferry

The ferry left the town early in the morning. Dunja stood at the front with a cup of tea. The sea was bright, and the wind was cold. She wanted a photo of this moment.

Kapal feri itu meninggalkan kota pagi-pagi sekali. Dunja berdiri di bagian depan dengan secangkir teh. Lautnya terang, dan anginnya dingin. Ia ingin punya foto saat ini.

A tall man stood next to her. He had a small blue bag. She asked, "Excuse me, can you take my photo, please?"

Seorang pria jangkung berdiri di sebelahnya. Ia membawa tas biru kecil. Dunja bertanya, "Permisi, bisakah Anda memotret saya?"

"Of course," he said. He took her phone and stepped back. He held it up. "One, two, three!"

"Tentu saja," katanya. Ia mengambil ponsel Dunja dan melangkah mundur. Ia mengangkatnya. "Satu, dua, tiga!"

Dunja smiled her best smile. Then she looked at the picture. It showed the sea, the sky, and her feet. Her head was not in it.

Dunja tersenyum dengan senyum terbaiknya. Lalu ia melihat gambarnya. Foto itu menampilkan laut, langit, dan kakinya. Kepalanya tidak ada di dalamnya.

"Oh no," the man said. His face went red. "I am so sorry. I am not good with phones."

"Aduh," kata pria itu. Wajahnya memerah. "Maaf sekali. Saya tidak pandai memakai ponsel."

Dunja started to laugh, and soon he laughed too. They laughed so much that a woman nearby looked at them.

Dunja mulai tertawa, dan tak lama kemudian pria itu ikut tertawa. Mereka tertawa begitu keras sampai seorang wanita di dekat mereka menoleh.

"Let me try again," he said. He took ten more photos. In one, she had her eyes closed. In another, a bird sat on her shoulder. In the last one, she was perfect.

"Biar saya coba lagi," katanya. Ia mengambil sepuluh foto lagi. Di salah satunya, mata Dunja terpejam. Di foto lain, seekor burung hinggap di bahunya. Di foto yang terakhir, ia tampak sempurna.

"This is the best one," she said. "Thank you. My name is Dunja."

"Ini yang terbaik," katanya. "Terima kasih. Nama saya Dunja."

"I am Pedro," he said.

"Saya Pedro," katanya.

They sat on a bench and drank their tea. They talked about his work, her town, and their favorite food. The time went fast. Then the ferry horn sounded, and the island came near.

Mereka duduk di sebuah bangku dan meminum teh mereka. Mereka mengobrol tentang pekerjaannya, kota asalnya, dan makanan kesukaan mereka. Waktu berlalu dengan cepat. Lalu terdengar bunyi klakson feri, dan pulau itu semakin dekat.

"Do you know the way to the old town?" Pedro asked.

"Apakah Anda tahu jalan ke kota tua?" tanya Pedro.

"No," Dunja said, "but we can find it together."

"Tidak," kata Dunja, "tetapi kita bisa mencarinya bersama-sama."