"Apakah itu hartaku?", Tunjukku dengan gerakan dagu sambil membakar puntung rokok yang tadi kutemukan di selipan kantong jaket.
"Benar, itu barangmu. Coba lihat baik2. Tidak ada yang berubahkan?", Balas suara dari sesosok yang aku lirik sekilas.
"Hmmm... Lalu, kenapa banyak sekali daftar nama yang menempel disana?", Tanyaku kurang yakin.
"Oh, itu... Itu salah satu keajaiban benda ini. Ia memiliki banyak kemauan, termasuk memilih tuan yang ia inginkan..", balas sosok lain yang mendekat. Ia berdecak kagum. Seolah-olah memuji kehebatan benda yang mengandung sihir itu.
"Ooohhh...baiklah. Jika ia hebat dan bagus, bawalah... Itu bukan milikku. Tidak ada namaku disana. Mungkin ini milik tuan-tuan... Jika ia milikku dan mengetahui siapa pemiliknya, tentu ia akan mengeluarkan namaku. Lihat, tidak ada satupun nama atau inisial aku disana... Silahkan tuan2 bawa...", Aku menutup pembicaraan sambil menarik resleting jaket yang lusuh dan membalikkan badan kemudian berjalan menjauh.
"Tunggu tuan, apakah tuan yakin...", Seru salah satunya.
"Ya, aku yakin. Seberapa bagusnya sebuah benda, jika ia bukan milikku, untuk apa aku rawat? Bisa-bisa seumur hidup aku dituding jadi pencuri...".
Sambil tertawa kecil aku menambahkan, "Silahkan tuan2 periksa, mungkin ada nama tuan2 disitu... Atau mungkin benda ajaib itu mau ikut kemana tuan pergi...yang pasti itu bukan lah hartaku...".
Isapan puntung terakhirku terasa panas dibibir. Di ufuk, matahari sudah terlihat memerah di ujung timur. Ini waktu akhir dunia...
(Eng Version)
"is it my treasure?", pointed at the chin as I burned the cigarette butt I had found in the jacket sack.
"That's right, that's your stuff, look good, nothing changes?", Voice reply from a figure I see only a glance.
"Hmmm ... Then, why many times the list of names that stuck there?", I'm not sure.
"Oh, that ... It's one of the wonders of this thing, it has a lot of will, including choosing the lord he wants ..", another figure came back, and his tongue clucked in amazement.
As if praising the greatness of objects containing magic, which he says it is mine. "Ooohhh ... okay, if he's great and good, take it ... It's not mine No my name is there Maybe this belongs to the gentlemen ... If he is mine and knows who owns it, he will give me my name. , there is not a name or an initial I'm there ... Please sir bring ... ", I close the conversation while pulling zippered jacket zippers and turned the body away.
"Wait sir, are you sure ...", exclaim one of them.
"Yes, I'm sure, how good is an object, if it is not mine, what am I taking care of? I might be accused of being a thief in my life ...", with a little laugh I added, "Please sir2 check, there ... Or maybe the magic thing is going to go where the master goes ... that surely it is not my treasure ... ".
My last butt was hot with a lips. On the horizon, the sun is already visibly flushed at the eastern end. This is the end time of the world ...
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