Wuthering Heights - Chapter 2
Wuthering Heights - Bab 2
The_Ghost_in_the_Night
Hantu di Malam Hari
Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights.
Sore kemarin dimulai dengan berkabut dan dingin. Saya setengah berniat untuk menghabiskannya di dekat perapian ruang kerja saya, daripada berjalan melewati padang rumput dan lumpur ke Wuthering Heights.
'You have brought me a letter, I hope,' said my host, 'from Mrs. Dean?'
'Anda membawakan saya surat, saya harap,' kata tuan rumah saya, 'dari Nyonya Dean?'
'No,' I replied.
'Tidak,' jawab saya.
'You are not accustomed to the country, I can tell by your accent,' he said. 'Where did you come from?'
'Anda tidak terbiasa dengan pedesaan, saya bisa tahu dari logat Anda,' katanya. 'Dari mana asal Anda?'
'From the south.'
'Dari selatan.'
He went to the window, measuring the height with his eye, and then looked at me.
Dia pergi ke jendela, mengukur ketinggian dengan matanya, dan kemudian menatap saya.
'If you stay here, I shall be your landlord's neighbor for some time. Will you tell me your name?'
'Jika Anda tinggal di sini, saya akan menjadi tetangga tuan tanah Anda untuk beberapa waktu. Maukah Anda memberi tahu saya nama Anda?'
'Mr. Lockwood,' I answered. 'And yours is Mr. Heathcliff?'
'Tuan Lockwood,' jawab saya. 'Dan nama Anda Tuan Heathcliff?'
'Heathcliff,' he replied.
'Heathcliff,' jawabnya.
'And your wife is living, I suppose?'
'Dan istri Anda masih hidup, saya kira?'
'My wife is dead.'
'Istri saya sudah meninggal.'
That night, a strange thing happened. I was awakened by a sound at my window. I imagined it was a branch of a fir tree tapping against the pane, as I had heard it in the windy weather before. I determined to silence it, and pulled the sash.
Malam itu, hal yang aneh terjadi. Saya terbangun oleh suara di jendela saya. Saya membayangkan itu adalah dahan pohon cemara yang mengetuk kaca, seperti yang pernah saya dengar saat cuaca berangin sebelumnya. Saya memutuskan untuk mendiamkannya, dan menarik kusen jendela.
But it was no branch! A small, pale hand, and the face of a child looked through the window.
Tapi itu bukan dahan! Sebuah tangan kecil yang pucat, dan wajah seorang anak melihat melalui jendela.
'Let me in! Let me in!' cried a voice.
'Biarkan aku masuk! Biarkan aku masuk!' teriak sebuah suara.
'Who are you?' I asked, pulling back the curtain.
'Siapa kamu?' tanya saya, menarik kembali tirai.
'No, you won't!' she said, when she saw me. 'I have been a waif for twenty years.'
'Tidak, kamu tidak akan!' katanya, ketika dia melihat saya. 'Saya telah menjadi gelandangan selama dua puluh tahun.'
The ghost continued to tap at the pane. I felt horror and called for help.
Hantu itu terus mengetuk kaca. Saya merasa ngeri dan berteriak minta tolong.
'What's the matter?' shouted Heathcliff from below.
'Ada apa?' teriak Heathcliff dari bawah.
'There's someone at your window, sir,' I answered.
'Ada seseorang di jendela Anda, Tuan,' jawab saya.
Heathcliff opened the window, but there was nothing there. He seemed disappointed. He rushed down the stairs.
Heathcliff membuka jendela, tetapi tidak ada apa-apa di sana. Dia tampak kecewa. Dia bergegas menuruni tangga.
The next morning, I asked Mrs. Dean about the ghost. She looked pale and frightened.
Keesokan paginya, saya bertanya kepada Nyonya Dean tentang hantu itu. Dia tampak pucat dan ketakutan.
'It was Catherine Earnshaw,' she said. 'Mr. Heathcliff's love. She died many years ago, but her spirit has never left Wuthering Heights.'
'Itu Catherine Earnshaw,' katanya. 'Cinta Tuan Heathcliff. Dia meninggal bertahun-tahun yang lalu, tetapi rohnya tidak pernah meninggalkan Wuthering Heights.'
I was stunned. A real ghost! In England! And in my landlord's house!
Saya tercengang. Hantu sungguhan! Di Inggris! Dan di rumah tuan tanah saya!
'You must leave,' Mrs. Dean said urgently. 'Mr. Heathcliff will not like that you have seen her.'
'Anda harus pergi,' kata Nyonya Dean mendesak. 'Tuan Heathcliff tidak akan suka Anda melihatnya.'
But I was curious. I wanted to know more about this Catherine and about Heathcliff. And so, I stayed, little knowing that my curiosity would lead me into the dark history of Wuthering Heights.
Tetapi saya penasaran. Saya ingin tahu lebih banyak tentang Catherine ini dan tentang Heathcliff. Jadi, saya tinggal, sedikit mengetahui bahwa keingintahuan saya akan membawa saya ke dalam sejarah gelap Wuthering Heights.