The Quiet Sunday Bet

Zoe and Brielle share a small flat. They are best friends. They also love to talk. They talk at breakfast, at dinner, and in the hall.

Zoe dan Brielle tinggal bersama di sebuah apartemen kecil. Mereka sahabat karib. Mereka juga suka sekali mengobrol. Mereka mengobrol saat sarapan, saat makan malam, dan di lorong.

On Saturday night, Brielle says, "We talk too much."

Pada Sabtu malam, Brielle berkata, "Kita terlalu banyak bicara."

"No, we don't," says Zoe. "We talk the right amount."

"Tidak kok," kata Zoe. "Kita bicara secukupnya."

"Let us make a bet," says Brielle. "Tomorrow is Sunday. Nobody talks all day. The first person to speak buys pizza."

"Ayo kita taruhan," kata Brielle. "Besok hari Minggu. Tidak ada yang bicara sepanjang hari. Orang pertama yang bicara mentraktir pizza."

Zoe laughs. "That is easy. I win."

Zoe tertawa. "Gampang. Aku menang."

"We will see," says Brielle.

"Kita lihat saja," kata Brielle.

On Sunday morning, Zoe wakes up at nine. She walks to the kitchen. Brielle sits at the table with a cup of coffee. She looks at Zoe and lifts one eyebrow.

Pada Minggu pagi, Zoe bangun pukul sembilan. Dia berjalan ke dapur. Brielle duduk di meja dengan secangkir kopi. Dia menatap Zoe dan mengangkat sebelah alisnya.

Zoe does not say a word. She pours a cup of coffee. She sits down and looks at Brielle. Brielle looks back. Neither of them smiles.

Zoe tidak mengucapkan sepatah kata pun. Dia menuang secangkir kopi. Dia duduk dan menatap Brielle. Brielle balas menatap. Tak satu pun dari mereka tersenyum.

After ten minutes, Zoe takes a pen. She writes on a paper napkin, "Good morning, loser."

Sepuluh menit kemudian, Zoe mengambil pulpen. Dia menulis di serbet kertas, "Selamat pagi, si pecundang."

Brielle reads it. She writes below, "You are the loser. You lose already."

Brielle membacanya. Dia menulis di bawahnya, "Kamu yang pecundang. Kamu sudah kalah."

Zoe writes, "I am not talking. See?"

Zoe menulis, "Aku tidak bicara. Lihat?"

Brielle writes, "You write. That is also noise."

Brielle menulis, "Kamu menulis. Itu juga berisik."

They both put their hands over their mouths. Their shoulders shake. It is very hard not to laugh.

Keduanya menutup mulut dengan tangan. Bahu mereka bergetar. Sangat sulit untuk tidak tertawa.

At noon, Zoe is hungry. She opens the fridge. There is only half an onion and some old cheese. She holds the cheese up and shrugs. Brielle shakes her head. She points to the clock. She points to her stomach, then to the door.

Pada tengah hari, Zoe lapar. Dia membuka kulkas. Hanya ada setengah bawang bombai dan sedikit keju tua. Dia mengangkat keju itu dan mengangkat bahu. Brielle menggeleng. Dia menunjuk jam. Dia menunjuk perutnya, lalu ke pintu.

Zoe nods. They put on their coats. They walk to the shop on the corner.

Zoe mengangguk. Mereka memakai mantel. Mereka berjalan ke toko di sudut jalan.

The shop is busy. A young man stands at the counter. He wears a green apron. He looks at the two women. They look at him. Nobody speaks.

Toko itu ramai. Seorang pemuda berdiri di balik meja kasir. Dia memakai celemek hijau. Dia memandang kedua perempuan itu. Mereka memandangnya. Tak ada yang bicara.

Zoe points to the bread. She points to the cheese. She makes a circle with her hands. The young man looks lost.

Zoe menunjuk roti. Dia menunjuk keju. Dia membuat lingkaran dengan kedua tangannya. Pemuda itu tampak bingung.

"A big loaf?" he asks.

"Roti yang besar?" tanyanya.

Zoe nods fast.

Zoe mengangguk cepat.

"With the soft cheese?"

"Dengan keju lembut?"

Zoe nods again. Brielle gives her a thumb up. The young man smiles and wraps the food.

Zoe mengangguk lagi. Brielle mengacungkan jempol. Pemuda itu tersenyum dan membungkus makanannya.

At the door, Zoe draws a smile in the air. The young man laughs. He waves goodbye.

Di pintu, Zoe menggambar senyuman di udara. Pemuda itu tertawa. Dia melambaikan tangan.

Back at home, they eat in the living room. Brielle draws a picture of a pizza on a napkin. Under it, she writes, "You will buy this."

Di rumah, mereka makan di ruang tamu. Brielle menggambar pizza di serbet. Di bawahnya, dia menulis, "Kamu akan membeli ini."

Zoe draws Brielle with a very long nose. She writes, "Not me."

Zoe menggambar Brielle dengan hidung yang sangat panjang. Dia menulis, "Bukan aku."

By six o'clock, they are both red in the face. Their jaws hurt from holding in words. They watch a film with no sound. Something funny happens. They look at each other and bite their lips.

Menjelang pukul enam, wajah mereka berdua merah. Rahang mereka pegal karena menahan kata-kata. Mereka menonton film tanpa suara. Ada kejadian lucu. Mereka saling memandang dan menggigit bibir.

At seven, Brielle looks at her phone. She smiles in a strange way. Zoe sees it but says nothing. At eight, the doorbell rings. They both jump up. They look at each other. Zoe thinks it is a trick.

Pukul tujuh, Brielle melihat ponselnya. Dia tersenyum dengan cara yang aneh. Zoe melihatnya tetapi tidak berkata apa-apa. Pukul delapan, bel pintu berbunyi. Mereka berdua melompat berdiri. Mereka saling memandang. Zoe mengira itu tipuan.

Brielle opens the door. A delivery man stands there with a flat box. It smells wonderful.

Brielle membuka pintu. Seorang pengantar berdiri di sana membawa kotak datar. Baunya sedap sekali.

"Pizza for Zoe?" he asks.

"Pizza untuk Zoe?" tanyanya.

Zoe's mouth falls open. She forgets everything. "I did not order a pizza," she says loudly.

Mulut Zoe ternganga. Dia lupa segalanya. "Aku tidak memesan pizza," katanya keras-keras.

"Aha!" shouts Brielle. "You talked!"

"Aha!" teriak Brielle. "Kamu bicara!"

"So did you!" says Zoe.

"Kamu juga!" kata Zoe.

The delivery man looks at them. They laugh until they cry.

Si pengantar memandangi mereka. Mereka tertawa sampai menangis.

"Who pays?" he asks.

"Siapa yang bayar?" tanyanya.

They both point at him. Then they both point at each other.

Mereka berdua menunjuk dia. Lalu mereka berdua saling menunjuk.