[Cerpen] Memandang Lebih Dalam

[Cerpen] Memandang Lebih Dalam

Oke pada kesempatan kali ini admin Tukang Copas akan membagikan sebuah cerita pendek dari blog cerpenmu.com yang berjudul "Memandang Lebih Dalam". Cerpen ini merupakan karangan Sugeng Dwi. Pengarang kali ini berbeda dengan cerpen yang sebelumnya admin bagikan tentang "almost is never enough". Kali ini admin juga akan membagikan versi inggrisnya loh.. Kira kira bagaimana ya kisahnya? yuk simak dibawah ini:

Versi Inggris :

Short Story about Look Deeper

rain continues to fall on the roof of fiber asphalt road. Coupled with the wind blowing, making can only be silent and sit in the shadow of a small stop front of the school. With music that continues to flow, filling every cavity of the ear. Filling the void of mind who had been just musing. An afterthought considering how bad and unfortunately I'm at today. It seems, have very whole mood. Because I think this is the toughest day for me.

Ranging from penalties for being late, until the penalty has not been because of the completion of homework. Everything has happened today. All the problems come and go and go right on the day that was supposed to be the happiest day in my life. Yes, today the 5th of October. Exactly where I was born 17 years ago. It was, complete already suffering. Even to this day, bad luck still come to me, I'm trapped by heavy rain. Plus my parents were not able to celebrate my birthday because of the crucial meeting of the company. Seemed made me cry inside. Not to rain also shows will subside, my misadventure has increased again. 

This time came a street child to the bus stop where I was. With the appearance of creepy, makes my heart beat faster. 

"Oh my God, the ordeal what else you give me?" I wondered. 

Street children are attached to the impression delinquent, unruly, as well as criminal, had made me imagine would be the worse thing that will happen to me this time. Instantly creeps back of my neck bristle when the tall sinister figure sitting next to me. Shirt has a tear in some typical side street children, got patches of wet by pouring rain which flushed.
 

Like seeing ghosts in broad daylight, direct cold sweat trickled down my face every curve. The neck feels very stiff, coupled by fear rampant. Makes me just sculpting without daring to see his face at all. That I know, jet black leather combined with black clothes add a sinister impression on her figure. Half an hour had passed, the atmosphere was just silence. I remained silent for a thousand languages, trying to cover all the fear that I felt. Rain has not yet showed no signs of stopping. A black cloud enveloped still not tired of this small town. Adolescent age who had been sitting next to me has not moved from its place. 

Slowly, I ventured to look back at him. His body was still sitting in the style of a typical adult. With a piece of skirt * k faithful accompany in the cold air. Gave rise to a feeling of horror and curiosity were mixed for me. Still amazed by his performance, I did not realize that my cold sweat back tercucur. And there I thought anyway, suddenly he stared at me. Eerie gaze back of my neck bristle. Sweat poured more profusely, and then he said. 

"you are sick bro? Cold-cold sweat like this, yet? "He asked. 

"Fiuuhh," I breathe freely. 

I think he will be angry with me, because the body fat continue to observe it. But it did not. He even people friendly. Although my heart still did not expect it. 

"no" my voice was stammering with fear that try me up. 

"Maybe because I'm too old to sit here, so it was rather cold," I continued. 

"Yeah, why not stop the rain nih-stop ya?" He replied. 

"Oh yes, the name of brother who?" I asked, holding out his hand. 

"Jeff!" He replied firmly. Similarly he held her hand still stalling. 

"Lo own?" He continued. 

"I Fandy bang," I said as he let go of my hand from his grasp. 

"By the way where the brother?" I continued dared. 

"I? If my house does in deket here. This cuman were going to hangout children. Eh, even rain. Yes, I come over here, "he answered.

"Oh I see,"

"If the child lo where? Judging from his accent, very polite lo. His appearance also luxurious, certainly lo children of the rich. Right? "He asked.

I was silent, afraid if in no other intention behind the question.

"Calm down, I do not want to hold-lo anyway. Honestly, "he said trying to eliminate my negative thoughts.

"Yeah bang, though somewhat stubborn so I was a rich kid," 

"Lah, if the rich why not call the parents or the driver? continued to demand picked up? "he asked, surprised. 

"I do not like it when picked up. Like a small child. Anyway, I still do not want to go home, "I explained. 

"why? Kan good tuh if the rich. Everything is available. Less what to try? " 

"It bored bang. Parents rarely home. At home we do not have anyone, " 

"Then I wrote participate, together ama children. Do you want to?" 

I thought for a moment. Vacillation toward me. On the one hand, I'm interested in the invitation. But on the other hand, there are still suspicious of new people I knew. I have not finished find answers, he has resumed his speech. 

"Relax, I'm not going to the same evil lo anyway," he continued trying to convince. 

"Okay," I replied without thinking again. 

All doubts and fears, are now slowly fading. All negative thoughts about him, now turned into a sense of awe and curiosity by his kindness. Not long after, the rain stopped. Not the least water dripping from the sky. Even so, dark clouds still do not get out of his throne. Sprinkling water from the roof of the shops still accompany our steps on the edge of the road. Down step by step towards the township. But not far away we go hand in hand, bang Jeffery stop me. 

"Bro, we popped into the supermarket first. Okay?" 

"Really like doing a bang? Abang not intend to rob it? "I asked, surprised. 

"Yes enggaklah stupid! We buy food for the children later, "he explained. 

"Oh I see? so-so bang. I also want to buy some snacks, "my heart was relieved upon learning that I was wrong. 

Soon, the two of us have been out of the supermarket. Jeffry Bang looks just bring some canned drinks and a packet of crisps. While I, looks more preoccupied with congenital 1 large bottle of fizzy drinks and one large crackle of food. Bang Jeffry looked surprised.

"Crazy lo, buy food loads would like relocation. Weve would anyone ntar? "Chirped Bang Jeffry.

"Yes bang for my new friend. Think of it gratitude for the same brother friends want to be my friend", I explained. 

"Well, both really lo. I think most deh lo gift anyway. But it's okay deh, thank ya, "he replied with a big smile sign of happiness beyond measure. 

A smile that removes all bad impression about Bang Jeffry street children and others. My recently realized that this time was not all that bad street children. There are still street children friendly as Bang Jeffry. I was amazed at him, the bitterness of their lives are still able to pass with a smile. The journey continues, quite far indeed. Especially for children like me, who started a little accustomed to luxury and comfort without ever feeling the struggle. I've always spoiled by my parents. I've never seen the real meaning of life. Meaning of life of people who are not as fortunate as me. And finally I am grateful, as you may know it like to be them and feel lucky because it did not have to live like them. 

After some time we came out of the alley, wide stretches of rice fields greeted our arrival. Apparently our trip was no longer. From a distance, it seems an empty house that is still standing strong. Seedy impression first appeared in my mind when I saw him. The walls are still visible bricks, as well as the sturdy pillars that merely perfunctory. Made me even more sad to see it. In my heart I still save millions of questions. 

"Is it true, is that they call home?" 

Pity and distrust, mixed into one. I tried to guess. 

"Ah no way they lived in the building. It seems like a never occupied at all, "I told myself. 

"But, no other buildings around here. And if it is true they stay there, how difficult life had dealt them, "I said to myself. 

The conflict is still going on with incessant in my brain. I'm confused, what should I do at this time. Among deceive feelings by pretending to be happy, or to accept and cry inside. And apparently felt it was too late to be lied to. I could no longer tepis all this bitter reality. That during this time, my thoughts are wrong. I think all the misfortune that happened to me today, because God hates. But in fact all wrong. My fate is still much better than them, but I still complaining. 

I am ashamed of myself, that can not be grateful for His blessings. Yet here, in the house that has been empty this shapeless. Fate and their future depend. Without the presence of the parents, they struggle against destiny. Undergo the rigors of living independently. Honestly, I applaud them. Salut on their fighting spirit, never tireless. 

"Welcome, in our place," said Bang Jeffry when we were right in front of an empty house that is visible from a distance earlier. 

"So this is bang? Place? "I put on a puzzled face. 

The house from a distance looks empty, it looks like the uninhabited when I see from up close. Some former footsteps that looks out of the door is proof. 

"Yes, emang why? Certainly not suitable for lo ya? Or lo disgust you? "He answered when he saw my face appeared a little disappointed. 

"Ah, no, really bang. Baseball disgusted really. Cuman wonder wrote. This real home subordinates brother? "I asked again. 

"Yes. Fine, let's go"he asked me to step in. 

The atmosphere in the house, not much different from the outside circumstances. The floor is still paved with land, goods falling apart, and the dust floating everywhere. Certainly makes this home very unfit for habitation. Quite strange it felt when we went into the house, but have not found any men bang Jeffry. 

"Lah, where bang his men?" I wonder. 

"Oh moment," he said as he opened both palms towards me. 

"Hey boys! Exit lo all! "Cried with a loud bang Jeffry. 

"Boris !! Boncel !! Ben !! "bang sounded Jeffry again summoned his men. 

No need to wait long, comes the third figure of the stairs to the second floor of the new half-finished. Judging from his face, perhaps their age 1 or 2 years younger than me. They looked surprised when she saw her beloved brother no longer come alone as usual. 

"Eh lo threes! Hurry here! "Snapped Jeffry bang on his three children who are still hiding behind the stairs. 

"Uh, actually diem aja. Hurry here! "Said Jeffry bang. 

Chicks look like a predator, the three of them ran towards Its mother is bang Jeffry. 

"Why are they frightened? Did I look scary? "I wondered. 

They still continue to be hiding behind a large body belongs to bang Jeffry. I continue diintipnya by them from behind the back of her brother. Sklent kept looking at me, while I could only smile back. Trying to keep warm the atmosphere. 

"Bang, they really like fear so anyway? Weve my face like a bad guy huh? "I wonder. 

"Hahahaha," bang Jeffry just chuckled. 

"Heh! Here lo threes! "Withdrawal of Boris body, Boncel and Ben. 

"Do not be afraid, her brother's friend. Fandy his name. Cepet sono acquaintance! "He continued. 

"Fan, if this name is Boris. He came from the hobo. He is actually good, cuman mouth just a bit outspoken, "Obviously bang together with his Jeffry Boris me a helping hand. 

"I Fandy," I welcome the helping hand of Boris. 

"Boris!" She answered emphatically with a distinctive tone Batak blaring. 

"Well, if the original hobo, why get here bang?" I asked again. 

"As a kid, he did his parents moving to Malang. But the time in the terminal, she lost her parents. Because I'm sorry, so yes I wrote capacity here. Uh, until now the original parents have not met too, "he explained. 

"If that is who bang?" I asked, pointing toward one of them. 

"Well, if that's eating champion Ben. From Bali, "he explained briefly. 

"How did you get here?" I asked Ben. 

"The same time that my friend's apartment again play ya in Sanur. Incidentally also again deserted beach. Not long ago, playing volleyball, there are people who nyamperin Caucasians. Ka..katanya ... want to come to play, "Clearly, Bimo with tears that began to glaze. 

"But, it turns out ..." Ben was no longer able to hold back tears. 

"So basically Look, she was kidnapped for ngamen told in Jakarta. But in the course of time, he can get away. But it is also not there is a charge for return again to Bali. So deh eventually equal those of us here until now, "said Bang Jeffry continue. 

"Oh, so, wait yes," I replied as he stroked the hair Bimo. 

"Well, if that is certainly Boncel right?" I said when pointing one person left who has not saluted. 

"Yes Bang," he said full of happy. 

"Eh, so what you really called Boncel?" I asked him. 

"Well, you know bang. Since childhood I have never met a parent. I am the child who dumped bang. So my parents could not give a name. Then after the meet Bang Jeffry, I was raised like his own brother. And since I'm the most short here, so I called Boncel. So bang story, "replied Boncel length. 

"Well, you're all great huh? Since childhood had lived without parents. Not like me, who still depend on the same from the first parent, "I said sheepishly. 

"Eh, already-already. This ya, you guys bang Fandy dibawain same food. Deh lo sono eat! "Said Jeffry bang. 

"Yippee !!! Thank Bang! "They said in unison. 

"Yes, you're welcome," I replied, smiling broadly. 

Their faces look very happy. Especially Ben, looks really enjoyed my snack brought earlier. I became aware of their dark past. Now his face brightened, as should their future. And somehow, I also became to feel happiness. But this was something different. Like a thousand times happier than when I'm getting a motorcycle as a birthday gift last. What is this gift that God gave me as a birthday present today? I have no idea. But if it is true, I'm very grateful to have been given a happiness which is more than enough if compared to what my parents gave me for this. 

In the midst of the fun chat, suddenly heard the call to prayer 'Asr. The sun began to step down, a sign it's getting late. As well as the birds that fly towards the nest, I also have to immediately go to nest. Or rather palace. 

"Bang, have started the afternoon ya. Brother did not come home? "I started to change the subject. 

"Oh, just calm. Ntar I wrote, somewhat Late in. Ya sorry for the children, there is not the jagain, "he replied with a little laugh relaxed. 

"Lo do you want to go home?" Said Jeffry Bang. 

"Eh, Emm. Yes bang. Already this afternoon. So I want to leave home. Not anything right bang? "I ask permission. 

Bang Jeffry still paused, looked at me meaningfully. Until the end. 

"Ha ha ha ha!! casual wrote again. Kayak same affairs counselor wrote lo. Yes, let's go to home, " 

"Yeah bang, thank you. Today brother had introduced me at all my friends, " 

"Yes, you are welcome. I should be the same thanks lo. I already want to help hospitalized children. I hope the hell, lo still willing to come here again next time, " 

"Ready bang, for sure why. I will be here again next time. If necessary every day, "I replied, grinning. 

"I said goodbye yes bang," I continued. 

"Yes," replied Bang short Jeffry.

"Cautious yes bang," says Boncel. 

"Yes, you also watch yourself yes. Brother certainly will often here anyway, " 

"Brakkkkk !!!!" sound by Bang Jeffry digebrak table. "Halah, very lo longer just want to go home.    Already let's go to home!"Said Bang Jeffry an angry tone. 

Hearing the words of Bang Jeffry, I rushed to take my bag and ran out of the house. 

"Ha ha ha. Basic coward! "Chirped Bang Jeffry when saw scuttled. 

Upset feel tricked, I turned toward the door and said. 

"Well damn Bang Jeffry" With a little irritated tone. 

"Heh! I dare with you? "challenged Bang Jeffry with no less annoyed tone.

"No bang, my God!" I replied back as he ran scared. 

 

"Ha ha ha! Coward remains a coward! "Bang Jeffry laughter heard.

But apparently now accompanied by laughter Bimo, Boncel and Boris. Although it is quite upset, but I'm happy. Because it can hear their laughter, even if only from a distance. I am also grateful for this day the Lord has taught me new things. That really is not all that bad street children. Still exist between those who live like that not because of their own volition, but the lack of luck that forces them to be like today. Not because they do not want to live like a normal person, but because their life is no longer an option, but it demands.

Versi Indonesia :

Memandang Lebih Dalam

Rintikan hujan terus berjatuhan menerpa atap serta aspal jalanan. Ditambah dengan kencangnya angin yang bertiup, membuatku hanya bisa diam dan duduk manis dalam lindungan halte kecil depan sekolah. Dengan musik yang terus mengalir, memenuhi setiap rongga telinga. Mengisi kekosongan pikiran yang sedari tadi hanya merenung. Sebuah renungan mengingat betapa buruk dan sialnya aku pada hari ini. Rasanya, sudah sangat suntuk suasana hatiku. Karena ku rasa ini adalah hari terberat bagiku.

Mulai dari hukuman karena datang terlambat, sampai hukuman gara-gara belum rampungnya pekerjaan rumah. Semuanya telah terjadi hari ini. Semua masalah datang dan pergi silih berganti tepat di hari yang seharusnya menjadi hari terindah bagi hidupku. Ya, hari ini tanggal 5 oktober. Tepat dimana 17 tahun lalu aku dilahirkan. Rasanya, lengkap sudah penderitaanku. Bahkan sampai detik ini, kesialan masih datang kepadaku, aku terkurung oleh derasnya hujan. Ditambah lagi kedua orangtuaku yang tak bisa ikut merayakan ulang tahunku karena adanya rapat penting perusahaan. Membuatku serasa menangis dalam hati. Belum juga hujan menunjukkan akan reda, kesialanku sudah bertambah lagi.

Kali ini datanglah seorang anak jalanan menuju halte tempatku berada. Dengan penampilannya yang menyeramkan, membuat jantungku berdetak kencang.

“Ya Tuhan, cobaan apa lagi yang Engkau berikan padaku?” tanyaku dalam hati.

Anak jalanan yang melekat dengan kesan berandal, nakal, serta kriminal, sempat membuatku terbayang akan hal buruk yang akan menimpaku kali ini. Seketika merinding bulu kudukku, ketika sosok seram bertubuh jangkung tersebut duduk di sebelahku. Bajunya yang memiliki robekan pada beberapa sisi khas anak jalanan, mendapat bercak-bercak basah oleh derasnya air hujan yang mengguyur.

Bagaikan melihat hantu di siang bolong, keringat dingin langsung mengucur menyusuri setiap lekuk wajahku. Leher terasa sangat kaku, ditambah oleh rasa takut yang menjadi-jadi. Membuatku hanya mematung tanpa berani melihat wajahnya sedikitpun. Yang ku tahu, kulitnya yang hitam legam dipadu dengan pakaian serba hitam menambah kesan seram pada sosoknya. Setengah jam telah berlalu, suasana masih saja hening. Aku masih tetap terdiam seribu bahasa, mencoba menutupi semua ketakutan yang ku rasakan. Hujan belum juga menunjukkan tanda-tanda akan berhenti. Awan hitam masih belum bosan menyelimuti kota kecil ini. Remaja seumuran yang sedari tadi duduk di sampingku juga belum beranjak dari tempatnya.

Perlahan, ku beranikan untuk menoleh ke arahnya. Tubuhnya masih terduduk dengan gaya khas orang dewasa. Dengan sebatang rok*k yang setia menemani di tengah dinginnya udara. Memunculkan perasaan ngeri dan penasaran yang bercampur aduk bagiku. Masih terheran-heran dengan penampilannya, aku tak menyadari bahwa keringat dinginku kembali tercucur. Dan tak ku sangka pula, tiba-tiba ia menatap tajam ke arahku. Tatapannya membuat merinding bulu kudukku. Keringat mengucur semakin deras, kemudian ia berkata.

“Lo sakit bro? Dingin-dingin begini kok keringetan?” tanyanya.

“Fiuuhh,” aku bernapas lega.

Ku kira ia akan marah padaku, karena terus mengamati tubuhnya yang tambun itu. Namun ternyata tidak. Ia justru orang yang ramah. Meskipun hatiku masih tak menyangka hal itu.

“Eh, eng..enggak bang,” suaraku masih terbata-bata karena rasa takut yang coba ku tutupi.

“Mungkin karena aku terlalu lama duduk di sini, jadi agak flu,” lanjutku.

“Iya, nih hujan kenapa gak berhenti-berhenti ya?” jawabnya.

“Oh iya, nama abang siapa?” tanyaku sambil mengulurkan tangan.

“Jeffry!” jawabnya tegas. Dijabatnya pula tanganku yang masih mengulur padanya.

“Lo sendiri?” lanjutnya.

“Saya Fandy bang,” jawabku seraya melepaskan tanganku dari genggamannya.

“Ngomong-ngomong abang orang mana?” lanjutku mulai berani.

“gue? Kalau rumah gue sih di deket sini. Cuman ini tadi mau ke tempat nongkrong anak-anak. Eh, malah hujan. Ya mampir ke sini deh gue,” Jawabnya.

“Oh, begitu,”

“Kalau lo anak mana? Kalau dilihat dari logatnya, sopan amat lo. Penampilannya juga mewah, pasti lo anak orang kaya. Iya kan?” tanyanya.

Aku masih terdiam, takut jika di balik pertanyaannya ada maksud lain.

“Tenang, gue gak mau todong lo kok. Jujur aja,” katanya coba menghilangkan pikiran negatifku.

“Iya bang, walau agak bandel begini saya anak orang kaya,”

“Lah, kalau orang kaya kenapa gak telepon orangtua atau supir? terus minta dijemput?” tanyanya heran.

“Enggak bang, saya gak suka kalau dijemput. Kayak anak kecil. Lagi pula, aku masih belum pengen pulang,” jelasku.

“Loh, emang kenapa? Kan enak tuh kalau orang kaya. Semua ada. Kurang apa coba?”

“Sudah bosen bang. Orangtua juga jarang pulang. Di rumah gak ada siapa-siapa,”

“Kalau gitu ikut gue aja, kumpul ama anak-anak. Mau gak?”

Aku berpikir sejenak. Kebimbangan menghampiriku. Di satu sisi, aku tertarik dengan ajakannya. Namun di sisi lain, masih ada rasa curiga terhadap orang yang baru ku kenal ini. Belum selesai ku temukan jawaban, ia telah melanjutkan pembicaraannya.

“Tenang, gue gak bakal jahat sama lo kok,” lanjutnya coba meyakinkan.

“Oke deh,” jawabku tanpa pikir panjang lagi.

Segala keraguan dan ketakutan, kini perlahan memudar. Semua pikiran negatif tentangnya, kini berubah menjadi rasa kagum dan penasaran oleh kebaikannya. Tak selang beberapa lama, hujan berhenti. Tak sedikitpun air menetes dari langit. Meski begitu, awan hitam masih saja belum enyah dari singgasananya. Percikan air dari atap pertokoan masih menemani langkah kami di pinggiran jalan. Menyusuri langkah demi langkah menuju perkampungan. Namun belum jauh kami berjalan beriringan, bang Jefry menghentikan langkahku.

“Bro, kita mampir ke swalayan dulu. Oke?”

“Emang mau ngapain bang? Abang bukan berniat merampok kan?” tanyaku heran.

“Ya enggaklah bego! Kita beli makanan buat anak-anak entar,” jelasnya.

“Oh, begitu? bolehlah bang. Saya juga mau beli beberapa camilan,” lega hatiku setelah mengetahui bahwa dugaanku salah.

Tak lama, kami berdua telah ke luar dari toko swalayan. Bang Jeffry terlihat hanya membawa beberapa minuman kaleng serta sebungkus keripik. Sementara aku, terlihat lebih disibukkan dengan bawaan 1 botol besar minuman bersoda serta satu kresek besar berisi makanan. Bang Jeffry memandangku heran.

“Gila lo, beli makanan banyak banget kayak mau pindahan. Emang bakal siapa ntar?” celoteh Bang Jeffry.

“Ya buat teman baru saya bang. Anggap saja rasa terima kasih karena abang sama teman-teman mau jadi teman saya,” Jelasku.

“Wah, baik banget lo. Kayaknya sih hadiah lo kebanyakan deh. Tapi gak apa-apa deh, makasih ya,” jawabnya dengan senyum lebar pertanda kebahagiaan yang tak terkira.

Sebuah senyuman yang menghilangkan semua kesan buruk tentang Bang Jeffry dan anak-anak jalanan yang lainnya. Baru ku sadar, bahwa selama ini tidak semua anak jalanan itu buruk. Ternyata masih ada anak jalanan yang ramah seperti Bang Jeffry. Aku kagum padanya, pahitnya hidup masih mampu mereka lewati dengan senyuman. Perjalanan masih berlanjut, cukup jauh memang. Apalagi bagi anak sepertiku, yang mulai kecil terbiasa dengan kemewahan dan kenyamanan tanpa pernah merasakan perjuangan. Dari dulu aku selalu dimanjakan oleh orangtuaku. Aku juga tak pernah melihat arti hidup yang sebenarnya. Arti hidup dari orang–orang yang tak seberuntung diriku. Dan akhirnya diriku bersyukur, karena dapat mengetahui rasanya menjadi mereka dan merasa beruntung karena tak harus hidup seperti mereka.

Setelah beberapa kali kami masuk ke luar gang, persawahan yang membentang lebar menyambut kedatangan kami. Rupanya perjalanan kami sudah tak lama lagi. Dari kejauhan, nampak sebuah rumah kosong yang masih berdiri kokoh. Kesan kumuh pertama kali muncul pada pikiranku ketika melihatnya. Dinding yang masih terlihat batu batanya, serta tiang-tiang penyangga kokoh yang hanya ala kadarnya. Membuatku semakin miris melihatnya. Dalam hati aku masih menyimpan berjuta tanya.

“Apakah benar, ini yang mereka sebut rumah?”

Rasa kasihan serta ketidakpercayaan, bercampur aduk menjadi satu. Aku mencoba menerka-nerka.

“Ah tidak mungkin mereka tinggal di dalam bangunan itu. Nampaknya seperti tidak pernah ditempati sama sekali,” kataku dalam hati.

“Tapi, tidak ada bangunan lain di sekitar sini. Dan jika benar mereka tinggal di sana, betapa sulitnya hidup yang harus mereka jalani,” Lanjutku dalam hati.

Konflik masih terjadi dengan gencarnya di dalam otakku. Aku bingung, apa yang harus ku lakukan saat ini. Antara membohongi perasaan dengan pura-pura bahagia, atau menerima kenyataan dan menangis dalam hati. Dan rupanya perasaanku sudah terlambat untuk dibohongi. Tak dapat lagi ku tepis semua kenyataan yang pahit ini. Bahwa selama ini, pikiranku salah. Ku pikir semua kesialan yang menimpaku hari ini, karena Tuhan telah membenciku. Namun nyatanya semua salah. Nasibku masih jauh lebih baik daripada mereka, namun aku tetap saja mengeluh.

Aku malu pada diriku sendiri, yang tak bisa bersyukur atas nikmat-Nya. Padahal di sini, di dalam rumah kosong yang sudah tak berbentuk ini. Nasib dan masa depan mereka digantungkan. Tanpa kehadiran orangtua, mereka berjuang melawan takdir. Menjalani kerasnya hidup dengan mandiri. Jujur, aku salut pada mereka. Salut pada semangat juang mereka, yang tak pernah kenal lelah.

“Selamat datang, di tempat kami,” kata Bang Jeffry ketika kami berada tepat di depan rumah kosong yang terlihat dari kejauhan tadi.

“Jadi ini bang? Tempatnya?” kataku memasang wajah bingung.

Rumah yang dari kejauhan nampak kosong, ternyata nampak seperti berpenghuni ketika ku lihat dari dekat. Beberapa bekas langkah kaki yang terlihat keluar masuk pintu adalah buktinya.

“Iya, emang kenapa? Pasti gak cocok ya buat lo? Atau lo jijik ya?” jawabnya ketika melihat wajahku menampakkan sedikit kecewa.

“Ah, eng..enggak kok bang. Enggak jijik kok. Cuman heran aja. Beneran ini rumah anak buah abang?” tanyaku sekali lagi.

“Iya. Ya udah, masuk deh,” katanya mengajakku melangkah masuk.

Suasana di dalam rumahnya, tak jauh berbeda dengan keadaan luarnya. Lantai yang masih beralaskan tanah, barang-barang yang berantakan, serta debu yang berterbangan kemana-mana. Tentunya membuat rumah ini sangat tak layak untuk tempat tinggal. Cukup aneh rasanya ketika kami masuk ke dalam rumah, namun belum juga menemukan satu pun anak buah bang Jeffry.

“Lah, mana bang anak buahnya?” tanyaku heran.

“Oh bentar,” jawabnya seraya membuka kedua telapak tangan kearahku.

“Hey bocah-bocah! Keluar lo semua!” teriak bang Jeffry dengan keras.

“Boris!! Boncel!! Bimo!!” terdengar bang Jeffry kembali memanggil anak buahnya.

Tak perlu menunggu lama, munculah 3 sosok dari tangga menuju lantai 2 yang baru setengah jadi. Dilihat dari wajahnya, mungkin umur mereka 1 atau 2 tahun lebih muda dariku. Mereka terlihat heran ketika melihat abang kesayangannya tak lagi datang seorang diri seperti biasanya.

“Eh lo bertiga! Cepetan sini!” bentak bang Jeffry pada ketiga anak buahnya yang masih bersembunyi di balik tangga.

“Eh, malah diem aja. Cepetan sini!” lanjut bang Jeffry.

Bagaikan anak ayam yang melihat pemangsa, mereka bertiga segera berlari ke arah Induknya yaitu bang Jeffry.

“Kenapa mereka malah ketakutan? Memangnya penampilanku menakutkan?” tanyaku dalam hati.
Mereka masih terus saja bersembunyi di balik badan besar milik bang Jeffry. Terus diintipnya aku oleh mereka dari balik punggung sang abang. Pandangan curiga terus menatapku, sementara aku hanya bisa membalas senyum. Mencoba untuk terus menghangatkan suasana.

“Bang, mereka kok kayak ketakutan gitu sih? Emang wajahku seperti orang jahat ya?” tanyaku heran.

“Hahahaha,” bang Jeffry hanya tertawa kecil.

“Heh! Sini lo bertiga!” ditariknya badan Boris, Boncel dan Bimo.

“gak usah takut, dia ini temen abang. Namanya Fandy. Cepet sono kenalan!” lanjutnya.

“Fan, kalau ini namanya Boris. Dia asalnya dari batak. Dia ini sebenarnya baik, cuman mulutnya aja agak ceplas-ceplos,” Jelas bang Jeffry bebarengan dengan uluran tangan Boris padaku.

“Aku Fandy,” jawabku menyambut uluran tangan dari Boris.

“Boris!” jawabnya tegas dengan nada khas batak yang menggelegar.

“Nah, kalau aslinya batak, kenapa bisa sampai di sini bang?” tanyaku lagi.

“Waktu kecil, dia sama orangtuanya pindahan ke Malang. Tapi waktu di terminal, dia kehilangan orangtuanya. Karena gue kasihan, jadi ya gue tampung aja di sini. Eh, sampai sekarang orangtua aslinya belum ketemu juga,” Jelasnya.

“Kalau yang ini siapa bang?” tanyaku menunjuk ke arah salah satu dari mereka.

“Wah, kalau yang jago makan ini Bimo. Dari Bali,” Jelasnya singkat.

“Bagaimana ceritanya bisa sampai di sini?” tanyaku pada Bimo.

“Gini bang ceritanya, waktu itu gue sama temen-temen lagi main nih di Sanur. Kebetulan juga pantai lagi sepi. Belum lama main voli, ada orang bule yang nyamperin. Ka..katanya… mau ikut main,” Jelas Bimo dengan air mata yang mulai berkaca-kaca.

“Tapi, ternyata… ” Bimo sudah tak dapat lagi menahan tangisnya.

“Jadi intinya gini, dia itu diculik buat disuruh ngamen di Jakarta. Tapi waktu dalam perjalanan, dia bisa lolos. Tapi juga gak ada biaya buat pulang lagi ke Bali. Jadi deh akhirnya sama kita-kita di sini sampai sekarang,” Kata Bang Jeffry melanjutkan.

“Oh gitu, sabar ya,” Jawabku seraya mengelus rambut Bimo.

“Nah, kalau yang ini pasti Boncel kan?” lanjutku ketika menunjuk satu orang tersisa yang belum menyalamiku.

“Iya Bang,” jawabnya penuh bahagia.

“Eh, memang kenapa kok kamu dipanggil Boncel?” tanyaku padanya.

“Yah, tahu sendirilah bang. Sejak kecil saya belum pernah ketemu orangtua. Aku ini anak yang dibuang bang. Jadi orangtuaku belum sempat ngasih nama. Lalu setelah ketemu Bang Jeffry, aku diasuh kayak adik sendiri. Dan berhubung aku yang paling pendek di sini, jadi aku dipanggil Boncel. Gitu bang ceritanya,” Jawab Boncel panjang lebar.

“Wah, kalian semua hebat ya? Sejak kecil sudah hidup tanpa orangtua. Tidak sepertiku, yang dari dulu masih tergantung sama orangtua,” Kataku malu-malu.

“Eh, udah-udah. Ini nih, kalian dibawain makanan sama bang Fandy. Lo makan deh sono!” sambung bang Jeffry.

“Horeee!!! Makasih ya Bang!” kata mereka serentak.

“Iya, sama-sama,” jawabku seraya tersenyum lebar.

Wajah mereka terlihat sangat bahagia. Terutama Bimo, terlihat sangat menikmati camilan yang ku bawakan tadi. Tak nampak lagi masa lalu mereka yang gelap. Kini wajahnya kembali ceria, seperti seharusnya masa depan mereka. Dan entah kenapa, aku juga menjadi ikut merasakan kebahagiaan. Tapi ini terasa sesuatu yang berbeda. Seperti seribu kali lebih bahagia daripada ketika aku mendapatkan motor sebagai hadiah ulang tahunku yang lalu. Apa ini hadiah yang Tuhan berikan padaku sebagai hadiah ulang tahunku hari ini? Entahlah. Tapi jika memang benar, aku sangat bersyukur karena telah diberikan kebahagiaan yang lebih daripada cukup jika dibandingkan dengan apa yang diberikan orangtuaku selama ini.

Di tengah-tengah asyiknya obrolan, tiba-tiba terdengar suara adzan Ashar. Matahari yang mulai lengser, pertanda hari sudah mulai sore. Seperti halnya burung-burung yang berterbangan menuju sarangnya, aku juga harus segera menuju sarangku. Atau lebih tepatnya istanaku.

“Bang, udah mulai sore nih. Abang tidak pulang?” aku mulai mengalihkan pembicaraan.

“Oh, tenang aja. Gue ntar aja, agak sorean. Kasihan nih anak-anak, gak ada yang jagain,” Jawabnya santai dengan sedikit tawa.

“Emangnya lo mau pulang?” lanjut Bang Jeffry.

“Eh, Emm. Iya bang. Sudah sore ini. Jadi saya mau pamit pulang. Tidak apa-apa kan bang?” tanyaku meminta izin.

Bang Jeffry masih terdiam sejenak, memandangku penuh makna. Hingga akhirnya.

“Hahahaha!! santai aja lagi. Kayak urusan sama guru BP aja lo. Iya dah, pulang sono. Ntar dicariin emak lo lagi,”

“Iya bang, terima kasih ya. Hari ini abang sudah memperkenalkan saya sama teman-teman semua,”

“Iya, sama-sama. Harusnya gue yang terima kasih sama lo. Udah mau bantu gue rawat anak-anak. Gue harap sih, lo masih sudi datang ke sini lagi lain waktu,”

“Siap bang, pasti kok. Saya bakal kesini lagi lain waktu. Kalau perlu setiap hari,” Jawabku nyengir.

“Saya pamit ya bang,” lanjutku.

“Iya,” Jawab Bang Jeffry singkat.

“hati-hati ya bang,” Ucap Boncel.

“Iya, kalian juga jaga diri ya. Abang pasti bakal sering ke sini kok,”

“Brakkkkk!!!!” suara meja digebrak oleh Bang Jeffry. “Halah, lama amat lo mau pulang aja. Udah sono cepet pulang! Atau mau gue palak lo?” kata Bang Jeffry dengan nada marah.

Mendengar perkataan Bang Jeffry, aku bergegas mengambil tasku dan segera berlari ke luar rumah.

“Hahaha. Dasar penakut!” celoteh Bang Jeffry ketika melihatku lari terbirit-birit.

Kesal merasa dikerjai, aku berbalik menuju depan pintu dan berkata.

“Wah sialan nih Bang Jeffry, dikerjain rupanya,” Dengan nada agak kesal.

“Heh! berani lo sama gue?” tantang Bang Jeffry dengan nada tak kalah kesal.

“Enggak bang, ampun!” jawabku seraya kembali berlari ketakutan.

“Hahaha! Penakut tetap saja penakut!” suara tawa Bang Jeffry terdengar kembali.

Namun rupanya kini diiringi oleh tawa Bimo, Boncel dan Boris. Meskipun cukup kesal, namun aku senang. Karena dapat mendengar tawa mereka, meskipun hanya dari kejauhan. Aku juga bersyukur, karena hari ini Tuhan telah mengajarkanku hal baru. Bahwa sebenarnya tidak semua anak jalanan itu buruk. Masih ada di antara mereka yang hidup seperti itu bukan karena kemauan mereka sendiri, namun kurangnya keberuntungan yang memaksa mereka menjadi seperti saat ini. Bukan karena mereka tak mau hidup layaknya orang normal lainnya, tapi karena hidup mereka kini bukan lagi pilihan, namun tuntutan.

The End

Cerpen Karangan: Sugeng Dwi