Tia Pramudya

Tia Pramudya Kosambi Baru Blok F5 / 29 Cengkareng, Jakarta Barat 11750 Indonesia WORK EXPERIENCE Freelance E-mail:-Phone: - 2001 — 2010 Translator I'm a freelance translator English - Indonesia for publishing company and sometimes television network and personal request via internet. QUALIFICATIONS EDUCATION Quick learner, eager to further my knowledge and skills Worked both as a crew member and independently Self-motivated; able to learn on own initiative Proficient in the use of computers Can use Microsoft Office, Excel and Adobe Photoshop High School — 1999 Kalam Kudus 2 INTERESTS Tia Pramud ya Reading Writing Language New things 1 Daphne Clair - Salzano's Captive Bride CHAPTER ONE AMBER Odell had just washed up after her solitary evening meal when the doorbell sounded a long, imperative ring. She closed a cupboard door with a click of the old-fashioned catch, hastily hung the tea towel on its rail and hurried along the short hallway. The rimu floorboards beneath the faded carpet runner creaked under her bare feet. The old building in a once-fashionable Auckland suburb had endured a chequered career from grand home to orphanage to boarding house until, towards the end of the twentieth century, some crude renovations had converted it into flats. Amber was lucky to have leased one on the ground floor at a reasonable price, in return for some badly needed redecorating. She switched on the porch light and hesitated at the sight of a large, dark shape behind the blueandred stained glass panes on the top part of the door. After a second or two the shape moved and raised a hand to rap on the wooden panel between the panes. Cautiously she opened the door, braced to slam it shut again. The porch light shone down on glossy waves of night-black hair combed back from an arresting olive-toned face with high cheekbones and a commanding nose. The forbidding features and uncompromising, beard-shadowed jaw were at odds with a sensuous male mouth, even though at the moment it was stubbornly set and unsmiling. Vaguely she was conscious of broad shoulders, a pristine white T-shirt moulded over a toned chest, and long powerful legs encased in olive-green trousers. Casual clothes that somehow managed to convey a sense of style and expense. But most of her attention was riveted by a nearly coal-dark gaze, burning with what looked like anger. Which didn’t make sense. She’d never laid eyes on the man in her life. Not that he wasn’t worth laying eyes on. She was perturbed by a stirring of unbidden female response to the potent aura of masculinity that invisibly cloaked him. Pushing back a strand of fine, fair hair that flowed over shoulders bared by her brief tube top, she opened her mouth to ask what he wanted. Before she could say anything, a comprehensive, searing gaze traversed downward over the wide strip of ribbed cotton hugging her breasts, and lingered on the pale flesh between the top and her blue shorts before quickly taking in the length of her legs and then returning to her face. Amber went hot all over with anger of her own—and shock at the way her pulse points had leapt to life under the bold inspection. Lifting her chin—as she needed to anyway to look the man in the eye—she was about to ask again what he wanted when he forestalled her with the abrupt query “Where is he?” issued in a low, grating voice. She blinked, startled. “I think you’ve—” Made a mistake, she’d been going to say, but she was cut off. “I said, Where is he?” the man rasped. “Where is my son?” “Well, certainly not here!” Amber told him. Maybe he was looking for one of the other tenants. “You’ve got the wrong place. Sorry.” She began to close the door, but the man reached out and with apparent ease pushed it back again and stepped into the hallway. Amber instinctively retreated, then realised that was the worst thing to do as the intimidating stranger kicked the door shut behind him, and when she turned to flee along the passageway— not that it would do her much good—a hard hand clamped about her arm and swung her to face him. She opened her mouth to scream, hoping the two students next door or the journalist in the flat directly above hers would hear and investigate. All she got out was a choked sound before the intruder put his other hand over her mouth and crowded her against the wall. She felt the warmth of his lean, hard body almost touching hers, and smelled a faint whiff of leather with a hint of newly cut grass. Aftershave? Although he looked as if he hadn’t shaved for a couple of days. He said, moderating his voice with its slight foreign accent in an apparent effort to reassure her, “Don’t be foolish. You have no need to fear me.” Now he looked exasperated rather than angry. Amber contemplated kneeing him, weighing her chances of disabling him and escaping, but suddenly he let her go and said, “Now let us be sensible.” Yes, let’s! Amber thought grimly. “The sensible thing is for you to leave before I call the police!” A frown appeared between his dark brows, and a flash of temper lit his eyes again. He said flatly, “All I ask is to see my son. You have—” “I told you—” Amber raised her voice “—your son is not here! I don’t know why you should think—” “I don’t believe you.” “Look—” she edged towards the door and kept talking “—you’ve made a mistake. I can’t help you, and I’m asking you to leave.” “Leave?” He seemed affronted. “After flying from Venezuela to New Zealand? I have not slept since—” “That’s not my problem,” she informed him. She reached out to open the door again but he put a hand on it, holding it shut and looking down at her through narrowed eyes. “If he is not here,” he said quietly, as though struggling to control himself, “what have you done with him?” A new expression had appeared in his eyes—surely not fear? Or at least genuine anxiety. “Nothing!” Again the black brows drew together. Lucifer must have had that same terrible, ferocious male beauty. She shivered, and he said, the harsh note back in his voice, “What are you up to?” His eyes made another hostile survey of her. “If you ever had a child it certainly does not show.” Amber gaped. “I’ve never had a child!” She reminded herself that most mentally ill people weren’t dangerous. Then he grabbed her upper arms and she thought, But a few are! and forced herself not to kick and hit. That might trigger him into real violence. If she kept calm maybe she could talk him into leaving. He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like swearing in Spanish. White teeth showed as his lips curled back in a near-snarl. “What devil’s game are you playing?” he demanded. “Why did you write to me?” “Write to you?” Amber’s voice rose in disbelief. “I don’t even know you!” His hands tightened until she winced, and he dropped them, his tawny skin darkening. “In a sense that is true,” he said with an air of hauteur, his eyes almost hidden by lowered lids that had the longest, thickest lashes she’d ever seen on a man. “But for a short time we knew each other intimately. That you cannot deny.” About to do so in no uncertain terms, she hesitated as a fantastic suspicion slithered into her mind. Venezuela. South America. No. She shook her head to dislodge the shameful notion. The guy was raving. “Very well,” he said, impatient again and misinterpreting her action. “It is a matter of semantics. It was not…an emotional intimacy. But whatever you call it, you have not forgotten. What did you expect when you wrote that letter? That I would send money and put it out of my mind?” “Wh-which letter?” Was it possible…? No! “Were there others?” he asked, the lift of those almost satanic brows expressing cynical doubt. “The one,” he continued with exaggerated patience, “that asked for a contribution towards the welfare of the child you had borne, apparently to me.” For a moment Amber felt dizzy, sick, and her hand involuntarily flew to her mouth to stop an exclamation escaping. Her voice shaking, she said, “I never sent you any letter, I swear.” Maybe she’d got through to him at last. He appeared briefly disconcerted, then his expression hardened again. “You were desperate, it said. Was it simply an attempt at extortion and there truly is no child?” She breathed in, thinking, and slowly said, “Would you believe me if I told you that you have the wrong woman?” His brows shot up again and he laughed. Not pleasantly. “I know I had far more wine that night than was wise, but I was not so drunk that I don’t remember the face of the woman I shared a bed with.” Feeling sicker still, her heart pounding erratically, Amber couldn’t speak. Not that she’d have had a chance. His lips curling in a sneer, he asked, “Do you make a habit of asking men to pay you off after…I believe you would call it a one-night stand.” “I don’t do one-night stands,” she flashed, “and neither—” caution intervened “—neither do I try to blackmail…anybody.” “I’m the only one so privileged?” he asked, the harsh, accusative tone turning dark and silken, which paradoxically made her feel even more threatened. “And if it was not a one-night stand I’m not sure what you think it was. You yourself have denied any real connection between us, and we have had no contact since—until you claimed to have borne me a son.” “I haven’t claimed anything of the sort!” Amber snapped. And as he made a move towards her, fright and anger sharpened her voice. “Don’t you dare come near me!” He stopped dead, as if she’d shot him. “I will not hurt you,” he said. “Oh, really?” She hoped her derisive tone didn’t set him off, but she couldn’t help adding acidly, “I expect I’ll have bruises on my arms tomorrow.” To her surprise, a look of chagrin crossed his face. Stiffly, his accent stronger, he said, “If that is so, I apologise. I was…not thinking.” Not hard to guess he wasn’t accustomed to apologising. The change in him was at least marginally reassuring. Encouraged, Amber tried again, even more forcefully. “You’re not listening to me, are you? I don’t know—” “Why should I listen to lies?” “I’m not lying. You’ve got it all wrong!” The sound he made in his throat was akin to an animal growl, alarming her again. He reached out, and long fingers closed about her wrist. “Then show me he is not here.” She wanted to snap at him again, but perhaps it would be safer to humour the man, persuade him he’d made a mistake, and he might leave. Or to distract him so she’d have a shot at escaping. “All right,” she said finally. It wouldn’t take long—the flat had only three small rooms besides the kitchen and bathroom. “Feel free to look around.” His gaze suspicious, he tugged at her imprisoned wrist. “Show me.” She wasn’t going to be given a chance to flee outside and call for help. Amber shrugged, hiding the fact that her heart was thumping, and led him to the doorway of her cosy sitting room, reaching aside to switch on the light. A soft, cushioned olive-green sofa faced the fireplace, in front of which she’d placed a Chinese jar filled with white plumes of native toe-toe. Two armchairs with calico slip-covers hiding their shabby upholstery were set at right-angles to the sofa, a couple of bright-red wooden boxes serving as end tables. Her TV and sound system sat in the chimney corners, and on the mantel a row of books was held by the South Island jade bookends she’d inherited from her grandmother. The man glanced over the room without entering, and Amber took him across the hallway to her bedroom. The bed was covered in white broderie-anglaise, and thick sheepskin rugs lay on the varnished floor. This time the man walked into the room as she tugged her wrist from his grip and stepped to one side, leaning with folded arms against the curve of the second-hand Queen Anne style dressing table. The man threw her a glance that gave a silent warning and strode to the mirror-doored wardrobe, briefly looked at the clothes hanging there and closed it again. When his gaze went to the dressing table drawers she looked back at him defiantly and said, “You are not going through my underwear drawers. Are you some kind of pervert?” For an instant fury flared in his eyes, then she thought he almost laughed, and she could see he was weighing whether he should ignore her ban before he headed for the door. Amber breathed a little more easily. “Sure you don’t want to look under the bed?” she inquired as he snagged her wrist again. He didn’t respond to the sarcasm, merely striding down the hall to the door opening into the minuscule bathroom. Obviously no one was lurking in the shower cubicle behind its clear plastic curtain printed with coloured fish, or hiding in the cupboard beneath the washbasin. Next was her office-cum-spare room, hardly large enough for the single guest bed, her filing cabinet, a compact desk that held her laptop computer, and the crowded shelves of reference books along one wall. That left the narrow kitchen with a small dining area at one end. The man opened the back door onto the little walled and paved patio, saw the potted plants and the wrought-iron table and chairs for two, and on closing the door allowed her to free herself of his grasp and retreat against the sink counter. He turned to the bank of cupboards on the opposite wall, and the counter below that held her toaster and bread-bin. Amber noticed how the glossy black hair was allowed to flow past his nape and curl at the neckline of his T-shirt. Wondering if she could make a dash along the passageway to the front door, she saw his shoulders stiffen, his entire body go utterly still. Had he stopped breathing? He reached for something, making a hissing sound between his teeth, and turned abruptly to face her. “If you have no child, what is this?” Oh, Lord! she prayed, staring at the baby’s pacifier in his broad palm. How do I get out of this? “My…my friend must have left it when she brought her baby to visit.” His hand closed over the small object, then he dropped it onto the counter and began opening cupboard doors, shifting jars and bottles and tins, cups and plates, until in a lower cupboard he found a basket filled with small stuffed toys, a board book, rattles, a toy xylophone and a jumble of plastic blocks. “For visiting children,” she said. “Some of my friends have babies or toddlers. You won’t find anything else. I keep telling you, you’ve made a mistake!” He whirled then, fixing her with a glittering, hostile stare. “My mistake was almost two years ago, when I was estúpido enough to let cheap wine and a pretty tourist send my good sense and disciplina to the winds.” Bristling at his dismissal of the “pretty tourist” as on a par with “cheap wine,” Amber said, “Whatever your problem is—” “It is our problem,” he argued, “if what was in that letter is true. No matter how often you deny it, or how distasteful I find it.” Distasteful? If that was how he thought of his supposed offspring, what sort of a father would he be? The thought validated her caution. “Look,” she said, making her denial as authoritative as she could, “it wasn’t me. And I don’t feel well.” Brushing another strand of hair from her cheek, she realised her hand was trembling. Her stomach was battling nausea and her knees felt watery. His eyes searched her face with patent distrust. “You are pale,” he allowed grudgingly. His mouth clamped for a moment before he said, “Tomorrow then. I will come back. And I warn you, if you are not here I will find you again.” “How did you…?” Curious as to how he’d landed on her doorstep, she paused to reword the question. “You can’t have had my address.” She’d been too confused and alarmed to think about that. A hint of that menacing sneer again distorted the firm male mouth. “It was not difficult. The post office box given as the return address was in Auckland, New Zealand. And you are the only A. Odell in the telephone book.” “I don’t have a box,” she said. “And not everyone is in the phone book.” Which was lucky for them. It kept scary foreign men from pushing uninvited into their homes and flinging wild accusations. She put a hand on the counter behind her. Her legs were still unsteady, and her voice lacked any kind of confidence when she said, “Please would you leave now? I…really can’t talk to you any more tonight.” He took a step towards her, the Lucifer frown reappearing. “Are you ill? Do you need help?” One hand moved as if to touch her, but she shrank from it. “All I need is for you to go!” And now she sounded shrill, dammit. To her infinite relief he nodded curtly, but said, “You will be here tomorrow.” As if he could order it. “In the morning?” He was trying to pin her down. “I have to work,” she said. “Some people do, you know.” While some could afford to fly across the world at the drop of a hat—or a letter. “Tomorrow evening,” she suggested randomly. “Eight o’clock.” It seemed the only way to get rid of him, and next time she’d make sure she wasn’t alone. Another nod, and he turned to leave. Amber heard his footsteps recede down the passageway, and the door closing. Slumping against the counter, she felt as if she’d been picked up by a hurricane and dropped back to earth. She straightened and made herself a cup of hot, black coffee, added a generous spoonful of sugar and took it to her bedroom. Sitting on the bed, she downed several steadying sips, before picking up the phone and keying in a number. The ringing went on for a long time, but she didn’t hang up. When it finally stopped and a voice as familiar as her own answered, she said without preamble, “Azzie, what on earth have you done?” Daphne Clair - Pengantin Tawanan Salzano BAB SATU AMBER Odell baru saja mencuci piring bekas makan malamnya ketika bel pintu berbunyi panjang dengan nada tidak sabar. Amber menutup pintu rak piring dengan bunyi klik seperti halnya pada lemari kuno, dengan terburu-buru Amber menggantungkan handuk piring di tempatnya dan menyusuri lorong pendek itu dengan cepat. Lantai kayu rimu yang berada di bawah karpet lorong yang sudah pudar itu, berbunyi di bawah kaki telanjang Amber. Gedung tua yang pernah menjadi sebuah tempat modern di daerah pinggiran Auckland, harus menerima pasang surutnya masa dari sebuah gedung mewah menjadi sebuah panti asuhan dan kemudian menjadi sebuah rumah kos-kosan. Sampai pada akhir abad kedua puluh, sebuah renovasi kecil telah mengubahnya menjadi sebuah flat. Amber cukup beruntung berhasil membeli salah satu tempat di lantai dasar dengan harga yang cukup bagus, akan tetapi dalam keadaan yang sangat membutuhkan dekorasi ulang. Amber menyalakan lampu serambi dan merasa ragu ketika melihat sebuah bayangan gelap yang besar di balik jendela kaca berwarna merah dan biru di bagian atas pintu. Setelah satu dua detik, bayangan tersebut bergerak menaikkan tangannya untuk mengetuk panel kayu yang berada di antara kaca. Dengan hati-hati Amber membuka pintu dan menahan diri untuk membantingnya agar tertutup kembali. Lampu serambi menyinari turun kilatan gelombang rambut sehitam malam yang tersisir ke belakang membingkai wajah tampan berkulit zaitun dengan tulang pipi yang tinggi dan hidung yang mancung. Guratan-guratan kasar yang menunjukkan kekeraskepalaan serta bayangan gelap di dagunya, dengan aneh menghiasi mulut pria itu menjadi sensual. Meski jelas pada saat itu, mulut pria itu membentuk garis datar tidak tersenyum. Samar-samar Amber sadar akan bahu yang lebar, kaos putih bersih yang mencetak dada yang bidang, dan kaki berotot yang dibungkus celana panjang berwarna hijau zaitun. Pakaian kasual itu berhasil menunjukkan cita rasa dan pada saat yang bersamaan, harganya yang mahal. Tetapi, sebagian besar perhatian Amber terpaku pada bola mata yang hampir sehitam batu bara yang terbakar dengan sesuatu yang sepertinya adalah sebuah kemarahan. Di mana hal tersebut tidak masuk akal, Amber tak pernah melihat pria itu seumur hidupnya. Bukannya pria tersebut tidak cukup berharga untuk dilirik. Amber merasa terganggu dengan kobaran reaksi kewanitaan yang tak diinginkannya terhadap aura kuat kemaskulinan yang menyelimuti pria itu secara tak terlihat. Menyisipkan ke belakang sehelai rambut yang jatuh di atas bahunya yang terbuka oleh kaos tube top, Amber membuka mulut untuk bertanya apa yang pria tersebut inginkan. Sebelum Amber bisa mengatakan apa pun, tatapan tajam menyelidik melintas turun ke arah lekukan katun yang menahan dadanya, dan melekat pada kulit putih di antara atasan dan celana pendek biru Amber sebelum dengan cepat melihat keseluruhan tubuh Amber sampai dengan kaki Amber sebelum kemudian kembali kepada wajah Amber. Amber merasa panas dengan kemarahannya sendiri – dan kaget dengan nadinya yang berdetak kencang di bawah tatapan menyelidik terang-terangan pria itu. Mengangkat dagunya – karena bagaimana pun Amber harus menatap pria itu di matanya – Amber baru akan bertanya lagi apa yang pria itu inginkan ketika pria itu menghentikan Amber dengan pertanyaan tiba-tiba, “Di mana ia?” dengan bersuara serak bernada rendah. Amber berkedip kaget. “Kurasa kau—” membuat kesalahan, Amber akan mengatakan demikian tetapi ia disela. “Kubilang, di mana ia?” tanya pria itu kesal. “Di mana anakku?” “Yah, jelas tidak di sini!” Amber memberitahunya. Mungkin ia mencari salah satu penghuni lainnya. “Kau berada di tempat yang salah. Maaf.” Amber baru akan menutup pintu ketika pria itu menjulurkan tangannya dan dengan tenang mendorong pintu itu kembali mundur sebelum melangkah masuk ke lorong. Otomatis Amber melangkah mundur, dan Amber menyadari itu adalah hal terburuk yang dilakukannya ketika orang asing menakutkan itu menendang pintu menutup di belakangnya. Ketika Amber berbalik untuk lari ke lorong – bukan berarti hal itu akan menolong Amber – sebuah tangan kasar menangkap lengan Amber dan kemudian memutarnya sehingga wajah Amber berhadapan dengan pria tersebut. Amber membuka mulutnya untuk berteriak, dengan harapan kedua murid di rumah sebelah atau jurnalis dengan flat yang tepat berada di atasnya akan mendengar dan datang menyelidiki. Akan tetapi, yang berhasil Amber keluarkan hanyalah suara tercekik sebelum penyusup itu meletakkan tangan di atas mulut Amber dan mendorong Amber ke dinding. Amber merasakan hangat tubuh jenjang berotot pria itu yang hampir menyentuhnya. Amber juga mencium sebuah bau samar kulit dengan sedikit campuran rumput segar. Aftershave? Padahal pria tersebut terlihat seperti belum bercukur selama beberapa hari. Pria itu berkata, meringankan suaranya dengan sedikit aksen asing yang sepertinya merupakan sebuah usaha untuk menyakinkan Amber, “Jangan bodoh. Kau tak perlu takut padaku.” Sekarang pria tersebut lebih terlihat putus asa daripada marah. Amber mengurungkan niatnya untuk menendang pria itu dengan lutut, menimbang ulang kesempatan untuk melumpuhkan pria itu dan lari, ketika tiba-tiba pria tersebut melepaskan Amber dan berkata, “Sekarang, ayo kita berpikiran bijak.” Ya, ayo! pikir Amber masam. “Hal yang bijak adalah untuk kau pergi sebelum aku memanggil polisi!” Sebuah kerutan muncul di antara alis gelap pria tersebut, dan sepercik kemarahan kembali menyala di matanya. Pria tersebut berkata dengan datar, “Yang ku minta adalah melihat anakku. Kau harus—” “Sudah ku bilang—” Amber menaikkan suaranya “—anakmu tidak di sini! Aku tak tahu kenapa kau harus berpikir—” “Aku tak percaya padamu.” “Dengar—” Amber menepi ke arah pintu dan tetap bicara “—kau telah membuat kesalahan. Aku tak bisa menolongmu, dan aku memintamu untuk pergi.” “Pergi?” Pria tesebut merasa seperti terhina. “Setelah terbang dari Venezuela ke New Zealand? Aku belum tidur semenjak—” “Itu bukan masalahku,” Amber memberitahunya. Amber menjulurkan tangan ke arah pintu lagi, tapi pria tersebut meletakkan tangannya di sana, menahannya agar tetap tertutup dan menatap turun kepada Amber dengan mata menyipit. “Jika ia tak di sini,” pria tersebut berkata dengan pelan, seperti berusaha keras untuk mengontrol diri, “apa yang telah kau lakukan padanya?” Sebuah ekspresi baru telah muncul di mata pria tersebut—jelas bukan ketakutan? Atau setidaknya kegelisahan yang nyata. “Tak ada!” Sekali lagi alis hitam itu tertarik bersama. Lucifer pasti memiliki keindahan liar pria yang menakutkan itu. Amber menggigil, dan pria tersebut berkata dengan nada kasar di balik suaranya. “Apa yang kau rencanakan?” Mata pria tersebut mengamati dengan rasa permusuhan pada Amber. “Jika kau pernah memiliki anak itu jelas tak terlihat.” Amber membelalak. “Aku tak pernah memiliki anak!” Amber mengingatkan dirinya bahwa kebanyakan orang sakit jiwa tidak berbahaya. Lalu pria tersebut menangkap lengan atas Amber dan Amber berpikir, tapi beberapa orang ya! dan memaksakan dirinya untuk tidak menendang dan memukul. Itu mungkin akan memicu pria tersebut melakukan kekerasan yang sebenarnya. Jika Amber tetap tenang, mungkin Amber bisa membujuk pria tersebut untuk pergi. Pria itu menggumankan sesuatu mencurigakan yang sepertinya sebuah makian dalam bahasa Spanyol. Deretan gigi putih terlihat ketika bibir pria tersebut melengkung hampir membentuk sebuah geraman. “Permainan jahat apa yang kau mainkan?” pria itu menuntut. “Kenapa kau menulis padaku?” “Menulis padamu?” suara Amber meningkat tidak percaya. “Aku bahkan tak kenal kau!” Tangan pria itu mengencang sampai Amber mengerenyit, dan pria itu melepaskan Amber. Kulit tawny pria tersebut menggelap. “Untuk satu hal, itu benar,” pria tersebut mengatakannya dengan kesan angkuh di matanya yang hampir tersembunyi dibalik pelupuk mata bawahnya, oleh bulu-bulu mata yang lebat dan panjang yang Amber pernah lihat pada seorang pria. “Tapi untuk waktu singkat kita telah saling mengenal dari dekat. Itu tak bisa kau sangkal.” Akan menyangkalnya meski keadaan tidak menyakinkan, Amber ragu sejenak ketika sebuah kecurigaan hebat menyelinap masuk ke dalam pikirannya. Venezuela. Amerika Selatan. Tidak. Amber menggelengkan kepalanya untuk mengeluarkan pikiran memalukan itu. Pria itu merancau. “Baiklah,” pria tersebut berkata tak sabar dan menyalahartikan sikap Amber. “Itu hanya masalah semantik. Itu bukan… kedekatan emosional. Tapi apa pun yang kau sebut, kau jelas belum lupa. Apa yang kau harapkan ketika kau menulis surat itu? Bahwa aku akan mengirimkan uang dan melupakannya dari pikiranku?” “Su-surat yang mana?” Mungkinkah…? Tidak! “Apakah ada yang lainnya?” Pria itu bertanya, alisnya yang hampir menakutkan itu terangkat menunjukkan keraguan sinis. “Yang di mana,” pria tersebut lanjutkan dengan kesabaran yang dilebih-lebihkan, “meminta sumbangan untuk kesejahteraan anak yang kau lahirkan, yang sepertinya adalah milikku.” Untuk sesaat Amber merasa pusing dan mual, sebelum tangannya otomatis melayang ke arah mulut untuk menghentikan seruan akan yang keluar. Dengan suara bergetar, Amber berkata, “Aku tak pernah mengirimkan kau surat apa pun, aku sumpah.” Pada akhirnya, mungkin Amber berhasil menembus pria tersebut. Pria itu sepertinya bingung sejenak sebelum ekspresinya kembali mengeras. “Kau putus asa, tulismu. Itu jelas-jelas usaha pemerasan. Dan apakah benar tak ada anak?” Amber menarik nafas dan berpikir sebelum pelan-pelan berkata, “Apakah kau akan mempercayaiku jika ku bilang kau mendapatkan wanita yang salah?” Alis pria itu terangkat lagi dan ia tertawa. Tidak dalam arti yang menyenangkan. “Aku tahu aku meminum anggur terlalu banyak malam itu daripada yang seharusnya, tapi aku tidak demikian mabuk sampai aku tak ingat wajah wanita yang tidur seranjang denganku.” Merasakan mual masih berlanjut dan jantung yang berdetak tak teratur, Amber tak bisa bicara. Bukannya Amber memang memiliki sebuah kesempatan. Bibir pria itu melengkung mengejek sebelum bertanya, “Apa kau memiliki kebiasaan meminta pria untuk membayar mu setelah… Aku yakin kau mau menyebutnya one-night stand.” “Aku tak melakukan one-night stand, “ Amber marah, “dan tidak juga—”dengan hatihati menambahkan “—tidak juga aku mencoba memeras… siapapun.” “Aku satu-satunya yang demikian istimewa?” Tanya pria itu, nada kasar yang menuduh berubah menjadi kelam dan licin, yang membuat Amber merasa lebih terancam. “Dan jika bukan one-night stand yang mana aku yakin itu yang kau pikirkan. Kau sendiri telah menyangkal hubungan apapun di antara kita, dan kita tak saling berhubungan semenjak—sampai kau mengaku telah melahirkan aku seorang putra.” “Aku tak pernah mengakui hal seperti itu!” Amber marah. Dan ketika pria itu berjalan mendekatinya, ketakutan dan kemarahan menajam di dalam suara Amber. “Jangan berani kau mendekatiku!” Pria itu berhenti tiba-tiba seperti Amber telah menembaknya. “Aku takkan menyakitimu,” pria itu berkata. “Oh, benar?” Amber berharap nada mengejeknya tidak membuat pria itu kesal, tapi ia tak bisa menahan untuk menambahkan dengan asam, “Aku menganggap diriku akan memiliki memar di lengan besok.” Hal itu mengejutkan Amber, sebuah mimik menyesal muncul di wajah pria itu. Dengan kaku, membuat aksennya semakin kental, pria itu berkata. “Jika demikian, aku minta maaf. Aku… tidak berpikir.” Tidak begitu sulit untuk menebak bahwa pria itu tak terbiasa untuk meminta maaf. Perubahan di dalam diri pria itu setidaknya menenangkan. Kembali percaya diri, Amber mencobanya lagi dengan sedikit lebih memaksa. “Kau tak mendengarkanku, kan? Aku tak tahu—” “Kenapa aku harus mendengarkan sebuah kebohongan?” “Aku tak bohong. Kau salah mengartikannya!” Suara yang pria itu buat di tenggorokkannya mirip dengan geraman binatang, memberi peringatan pada Amber. Amber menjulurkan tangan dan jari-jari panjang melingkari pergelangan tangannya. “Maka tunjukkan padaku bahwa ia tidak berada di sini.” Amber ingin berteriak lagi kepadanya, tapi mungkin akan lebih aman untuk menghibur pria itu, menunjukkannya bahwa ia membuat kesalahan, dan mungkin ia akan pergi. Atau mengalihkan perhatiannya agar Amber bisa melakukan usaha pelarian. “Baik.” akhirnya Amber berkata. Itu takkan lama—flat itu hanya memiliki tiga kamar kecil selain dapur dan kamar mandi. “Silahkan melihat-lihat.” Pria itu menatap dengan curiga sebelum ia menarik tangan Amber yang terperangkap. “Tunjukkan padaku.” Pria itu tidak akan memberikan Amber kesempatan untuk lari keluar dan memanggil bantuan. Amber mengangkat bahunya, menyembunyikan kenyataan bahwa jantungnya berdetak dengan kencang dan membimbing pria itu ke pintu ruang duduknya yang nyaman. Amber menjulurkan tangannya ke dalam untuk menyalakan saklar lampu. Sebuah sofa tua yang lembut dengan bantalan-bantalan hijau zaitun menghadap ke arah perapian, di depannya ia meletakkan kendi Cina yang berisikan bulu-bulu putih toe-toe setempat. Dua kursi tangan dengan penutup kain belacu menyembunyikan lapisan kain yang lusuh, ditempatkan berhadapan tepat dengan sofa. Sepasang kotak kayu merah cerah sebagai end table. TV dan sound system berada di pojok perapian. Deretan buku-buku berada di rak di atas perapian dengan penahan buku giok South Island yang ia dapatkan dari warisan neneknya. Pria itu memandang sekilas ke ruang tanpa memasukinya. Dan Amber membawanya ke seberang lorong, ke kamarnya. Tempat tidur Amber ditutupi dengan broderie-anglaise putih, dan kulit domba yang tebal terhampar di atas lantai yang dipernis. Kali ini pria itu berjalan masuk ke ruangan ketika Amber menarik pergelangan tangannya dari genggaman pria itu dan melangkah ke salah satu sisi. Amber menyandar pada meja rias bekas bergaya Queen Anne dengan tangan terlipat bersandar pada lengkungannya . Pria itu melemparkan pandangan kepada Amber yang merupakan tanda peringatan untuk tetap diam sebelum berjalan ke arah lemari pakaian dengan pintu cermin, melihat sekilas pada pakaian-pakaian yang tergantung di sana dan menutupnya lagi. Ketika pria itu menatap pada laci meja rias, Amber melihatnya dengan tatapan menantang dan berkata, “Kau takkan memeriksa laci pakaian dalamku. Apa kau orang mesum?” Untuk sesaat kemarahan menyala di mata pria itu, dan Amber berpikir bahwa pria itu hampir tertawa. Amber bisa melihat pria itu sedang mempertimbangkan apakah ia harus mengacuhkannya atau tidak sebelum pria itu berjalan ke arah pintu. Amber bernafas lebih tenang. “Kau yakin kau tak mau melihat ke bawah tempat tidur?” tanya Amber ketika pria tersebut menangkap pergelangan tangan Amber lagi. Pria itu tak bereaksi pada sarkasme, ia terus melangkah sepanjang lorong ke pintu yang terbuka yang mengarah ke sebuah kamar mandi yang kecil. Jelas tidak ada yang bersembunyi di ruang pancuran yang ditutupi oleh tirai plastik bening yang berhiaskan ikan berwarna, ataupun bersembunyi di lemari di bawah wastafel. Berikutnya adalah ruang kantor-cum-gudang, yang hampir tak cukup untuk sebuah kasur single untuk tamu, lemari arsip, meja kecil tempat komputer laptop, dan lemari yang penuh berisikan refrensi buku sepanjang dinding. Dan itu menyisakan dapur sempit dengan tempat makan yang kecil pada satu pojok sisinya. Pria itu membuka pintu belakang yang mengarah pada patio kecil yang berdinding dan berubin, melihat tanaman-tanaman dalam pot dan meja besi yang ditempat beserta kursi untuk dua orang. Ketika menutup pintu, pria tersebut membiarkan Amber lepas dari genggamannya dan mundur menyandar pada bak cuci. Pria itu berbalik ke barisan lemari di pinggiran dinding yang berlawanan, di mana meja tempat Amber meletakkan toaster dan tempat roti. Amber menyadari bagaimana pria itu membiarkan rambut mengkilatnya berjuntai melewati leher dan melingkari garis leher kaosnya. Memikirkan bagaimana dirinya bisa berlari dengan cepat melintasi sepanjang lorong ke pintu depan, Amber melihat bahu pria itu mengeras dan seluruh tubuhnya membatu. Apa ia telah berhenti bernafas? Pria tersebut meraih sesuatu, membuat suara mendesis di antara giginya, dan tiba-tiba berbalik menghadap Amber. “Jika kau tak punya anak, lalu apa ini?” Oh, Tuhan! Amber berdoa, menatap pada dot bayi di tangan besar pria itu. Bagaimana aku keluar dari ini? “Te… temanku pasti telah meninggalkannya ketika ia membawa bayinya untuk datang berkunjung.” Pria itu menggenggam benda kecil itu sebelum ia menjatuhkannya ke atas meja dan mulai membuka pintu-pintu lemari, memindahkan tabung-tabung dan botol-botol dan kalengkaleng, cangkir-cangkir dan piring-piring, sampai ketika di dalam sebuah lemari bagian bawah ia menemukan sebuah keranjang berisikan dengan stuffed toys kecil, board book, rattles, mainan gambang dan kumpulan balok-balok plastik. “Untuk anak-anak yang datang berkunjung,” Amber berkata. “Beberapa teman-temanku memiliki bayi atau balita. Kau takkan menemukan hal lain. Aku terus mengatakan padamu, kau telah membuat kesalahan!” Pria itu berbalik dan memberikan Amber tatapan berkilat yang bermusuhan. “Kesalahanku itu hampir dua tahun lalu, ketika aku cukup bodoh untuk membiarkan anggur murahan dan turis cantik mengirimkan akal sehatku dan kedisiplinanku kepada angin.” Bergidik pada penekanan pria itu untuk “turis cantik” yang disamakan dengan “anggur murahan,” Amber berkata, “Apapun masalah mu—” “Itu masalah kita,” bantah pria itu, “dan jika apa yang di dalam surat itu benar. Tidak peduli berapa seringnya kau menyangkalnya, atau betapa tak menyenangkan aku menganggapnya.” Tak menyenangkan? Jika itu apa yang ia pikirkan tentang anak yang seharusnya miliknya, akan menjadi ayah seperti apakah ia? Pikiran itu mengesahkan kehati-hatian Amber. “Dengar,” Amber berkata, membuat penyangkalannya terdengar seyakin mungkin, “itu bukan aku. Dan aku tak merasa sehat.” Menyingkirkan helaian rambut dari pipinya, Amber menyadari tangannya gemetar. Perutnya melawan kemualan dan lututnya terasa mencair. Mata pria itu menatap wajah Amber dengan ketidakpercayaan yang sangat jelas. “Kau pucat,” pria tersebut menyetujuinya dengan segan. Mulutnya tertutup rapat untuk sejenak sebelum pria itu berkata, “Jika demikian, besok aku akan kembali. Dan aku peringatkan, jika kau tak di sini aku akan mencarimu lagi.” “Bagaimana kau…?” Penasaran untuk mengetahui bagaimana pria tersebut bisa mendarat di depan pintu rumahnya, Amber berhenti untuk mengubah kalimat pertanyaannya. “Kau tak punya alamatku.” Amber telah terlalu bingung dan panik untuk memikirkan tentang hal itu. Seberkas ejekan mengancam itu mengubah kembali mulut kaku pria itu. “Itu tak terlalu sulit. Kantor pos memberikan alamat kembalinya di Auckland, New Zealand. Dan kau satusatunya A. Odell dalam buku telpon.” “Aku tak punya kotak surat,” Amber berkata. “Dan tidak semua orang ada di buku telpon.” Di mana untung bagi mereka. Hal tersebut menjaga orang asing mengerikan untuk mendobrak masuk tak diundang ke rumah mereka dan melemparkan tuduhan-tuduhan liar. Amber meletakkan tangannya ke meja di baliknya. Kakinya masih goyah dan suaranya kekurangan kepercayaan diri ketika Amber berkata, “Ku mohon, maukah kau pergi sekarang? Aku… benar-benar tak bisa bicara denganmu lagi malam ini.” Pria itu mengambil sebuah langkah ke arah Amber sebelum alis Lucifer itu muncul kembali. “Apa kau sakit? Apa kau butuh bantuan?” Sebelah tangannya bergerak akan menyentuh Amber, tetapi Amber menghindar darinya. “Yang ku butuhkan adalah kau pergi!” Dan sekarang Amber terdengar melengking, sialan. Untuk kelegaan Amber, akhirnya pria itu mengangguk singkat sebelum berkata, “Kau akan di sini besok.” Seperti ia bisa memerintahkan Amber. “Di pagi hari?” Pria itu mencoba memaksa Amber. “Aku harus bekerja,” Amber berkata. “Beberapa melakukan itu, kau tahu.” Sementara beberapa sanggup terbang melintasi dunia dengan cepat dan mudah—atau hanya karena sebuah surat. “Besok malam,” Amber menyarankan asal-asalan. “Jam delapan malam.” Itu sepertinya satu-satunya cara untuk menyingkirkan pria tersebut. Dan pada pertemuan berikutnya, Amber akan memastikan dirinya tak sendiri. Sebuah anggukkan lagi dan pria tersebut berbalik pergi. Amber mendengar suara kakinya melangkah menjauh sepanjang lorong disertai suara pintu menutup. Menjatuhkan dirinya ke atas meja, Amber merasa hanyut terbawa ombak dan dihempaskan kembali ke bumi. Amber menegakkan dirinya dan membuat secangkir kopi hitam yang panas, menambahkan sesendok penuh gula dan membawanya ke kamar. Duduk di kasurnya, Amber meneguk beberapa sesapan, sebelum mengangkat telpon dan menekan sebuah angka. Deringan itu berlangsung untuk waktu yang cukup lama, tapi Amber tak menutupnya. Ketika akhirnya deringan itu berhenti dan sebuah suara yang seperti dirinya menjawab, Amber berkata tanpa basa-basi. “Azzie, demi Tuhan, apa yang telah kau lakukan?” THE LOSERS [ENGLISH] THE LOSERS [IND] 1 00:00:32,871 --> 00:00:34,944 Look, I'm sorry. I just can't give you that kind of information. 1 00:00:32,870 --> 00:00:34,940 Dengar, maafkan aku. Aku tak bisa mengatakannya. 2 00:00:35,605 --> 00:00:37,178 I'll do anything else. I just can't do that. 3 00:00:38,181 --> 00:00:39,491 I can't betray my country. 4 00:00:40,288 --> 00:00:41,021 I won't. 5 00:00:41,021 --> 00:00:43,883 This country, gave me everything. 6 00:00:43,883 --> 00:00:46,536 Oh, God. Just keep him away from me. 7 00:00:47,124 --> 00:00:48,745 Please. Don't let them near me. 8 00:00:49,663 --> 00:00:51,707 Oh, no. Oh, God! 9 00:00:51,707 --> 00:00:55,637 Come on, baby. Just relax into it. Let Godzilla do its thing. 10 00:00:56,946 --> 00:01:00,393 - Okay, okay. Enough. This is wrong so many levels. You're in or not? - And get cheated again? 11 00:01:01,278 --> 00:01:06,765 - What? No. The Pooch may lay, the Pooch may still. The Pooch may-- The Pooch may refer himself as the third person? 12 00:01:06,765 --> 00:01:10,869 - Okay. Originally? The Pooch cannot cheat. - Well, the Pooch can relax. I was worried about Cougar. 13 00:01:11,658 --> 00:01:13,487 Yeah, right. It's always the quiet ones. 2 00:00:35,600 --> 00:00:37,170 Aku akan lakukan hal lain. Aku tak bisa. 3 00:00:38,180 --> 00:00:39,490 Aku tak bisa mengkhianati negara ku. 4 00:00:40,280 --> 00:00:41,020 Aku takkan. 5 00:00:41,020 --> 00:00:43,880 Negara ini, memberikan ku segalanya. 6 00:00:43,880 --> 00:00:46,530 Oh, Tuhan. Jauhkan ia dariku. 7 00:00:47,120 --> 00:00:48,740 Ku mohon. Jangan biarkan ia mendekati ku. 8 00:00:49,660 --> 00:00:51,700 Oh, tidak. Oh, Tuhan! 9 00:00:51,700 --> 00:00:55,630 Ayolah, sayang. Tenang saja. Biarkan Godzilla melakukan tugasnya. 10 00:00:56,940 --> 00:01:00,390 - Baik, cukup. Ini sangat salah. Kau ikut atau tidak? - Dan kemungkinan ditipu lagi? 11 00:01:01,270 --> 00:01:06,760 - Apa? Tidak. Pooch mungkin licik, Pooch mungkin licin. Pooch mungkin-- Pooch mungkin mengatakan dirinya dalam kalimat pihak ketiga? 12 00:01:06,760 --> 00:01:10,860 - Baik. Sesungguhnya? Pooch tak bisa menipu. - Yah, Pooch bisa tenang. Yang ku khawatirkan adalah Cougar. 13 00:01:11,650 --> 00:01:13,480 Yeah, benar. Selalu yang pendiam. 14 00:01:13,487 --> 00:01:15,540 What? Its blind man bluff. 14 00:01:13,480 --> 00:01:15,540 Apa? Itu hanya gertak sambal. 15 00:01:16,010 --> 00:01:17,142 High card wins. 15 00:01:16,010 --> 00:01:17,140 Kartu tertinggi yang menang. 16 00:01:17,763 --> 00:01:19,159 How in hell the man can cheat you? 16 00:01:17,760 --> 00:01:19,150 Bagaimana orang bisa menipu mu? 17 00:01:29,897 --> 00:01:31,982 Alright, 1, 2, 3, go. 17 00:01:29,890 --> 00:01:31,980 Baik. 1, 2, 3, ayo. 18 00:01:43,228 --> 00:01:45,977 I got a great, great feeling about this one. 18 00:01:43,220 --> 00:01:45,970 Aku memiliki perasaan baik untuk yang satu ini. 19 00:01:49,584 --> 00:01:51,402 Your mama had a great feeling last night. 19 00:01:49,580 --> 00:01:51,400 Mama mu merasa senang semalam. 20 00:01:51,402 --> 00:01:52,959 That was my joke. 20 00:01:51,400 --> 00:01:52,950 Itu lelucon ku. 21 00:01:53,827 --> 00:01:54,736 What? 21 00:01:53,820 --> 00:01:54,730 Apa? 22 00:01:55,333 --> 00:01:57,010 Alright. Let's go. 22 00:01:55,330 --> 00:01:57,010 Baik. Ayo. 23 00:01:58,461 --> 00:02:01,235 Alright. I will... raze you. 23 00:01:58,460 --> 00:02:01,230 Baik. Aku akan... menantang mu. 24 00:02:02,552 --> 00:02:03,774 - You don't wanna do that. - Oh, no? 24 00:02:02,550 --> 00:02:03,770 - Kau tak mau lakukan itu. - Oh, tidak? 25 00:02:07,912 --> 00:02:08,477 Guess what? 25 00:02:07,910 --> 00:02:08,470 Tebak. 26 00:02:08,477 --> 00:02:09,961 I'm definitely in. 26 00:02:08,470 --> 00:02:09,960 Aku jelas ikut. 27 00:02:12,727 --> 00:02:13,803 - Let's go. - Alright. 27 00:02:12,720 --> 00:02:13,800 - Ayo. - Baik. 28 00:02:19,670 --> 00:02:20,620 What's going on here? 28 00:02:19,670 --> 00:02:20,620 Ada apa di sini? 29 00:02:20,620 --> 00:02:21,712 Coug, your bet. 29 00:02:20,620 --> 00:02:21,710 Coug, taruhan mu. 30 00:02:22,694 --> 00:02:23,738 Hey, losers! 30 00:02:22,690 --> 00:02:23,730 Hey, pecundang! 31 00:02:26,541 --> 00:02:27,122 It's time. 31 00:02:26,540 --> 00:02:27,120 Sudah waktunya. 32 00:02:43,562 --> 00:02:45,803 Alright, we got a drugs and arms dealer. Name Fadhil. 32 00:02:43,560 --> 00:02:45,800 Baik, kita punya penjual senjata dan obat2an. Namanya Fadhil. 33 00:02:45,803 --> 00:02:49,520 Running a home grown terrorist assembly line up. 33 00:02:45,800 --> 00:02:49,520 Menjadikan rumahnya sebagai pangkalan teroris. 34 00:02:50,236 --> 00:02:53,209 We find it. We pin him for laser target and boom. We got the hell out. 34 00:02:50,230 --> 00:02:53,200 Kita temukan. Kita tandai untuk laser dan bom. Kita pergi. 35 00:02:54,278 --> 00:02:55,587 No muss, no fuss. 35 00:02:54,270 --> 00:02:55,580 Tak ada basa basi. 36 00:02:56,320 --> 00:02:59,230 - For that they need us? - You rather they take 50 dudes with AK? 36 00:02:56,320 --> 00:02:59,230 - Untuk apa mereka membutuhkan kita? - Kau lebih senang mereka menyuruh 50 orang dengan AK? 37 00:03:15,182 --> 00:03:17,546 Alright, I got eyes for Monsieur Fadhil. 38 00:03:17,546 --> 00:03:19,688 - Pin it. - Show time, fellas. 39 00:03:19,688 --> 00:03:21,094 Go ahead and call me... 40 00:03:21,094 --> 00:03:22,547 Michelangelo. 41 00:03:23,931 --> 00:03:26,168 Drop Key this is Pinball request for fire mission. 42 00:03:26,168 --> 00:03:29,652 The target is lay and you are clear to make an out from North to South. 37 00:03:15,180 --> 00:03:17,540 Baik, aku melihat Monsieur Fadhil. 38 00:03:17,540 --> 00:03:19,680 - Tandai. - Waktunya, kawan. 39 00:03:19,680 --> 00:03:21,090 Ayo panggil aku... 40 00:03:21,090 --> 00:03:22,540 Michelangelo. 41 00:03:23,930 --> 00:03:26,160 Drop Key ini Pinball meminta penembakkan. ijin untuk misi 42 00:03:26,160 --> 00:03:29,650 Sasaran terlihat dan kalian diijinkan untuk keluar dari Utara ke Selatan. 43 00:03:29,652 --> 00:03:30,529 Over. 43 00:03:29,650 --> 00:03:30,520 Ganti. 44 00:03:31,310 --> 00:03:37,026 Roger, Pinball. Target acquires and locks. Be in 5, ETA fireworks 08 max. 44 00:03:31,310 --> 00:03:37,020 Baik, Pinball. Sasaran terlihat dan terkunci. Dalam 5 menit, paling lama 8 untuk kembang api. 45 00:03:37,026 --> 00:03:38,661 Roger. We'll be break out the air plugs. 45 00:03:37,020 --> 00:03:38,660 Baik. Kami akan keluar. 46 00:03:46,801 --> 00:03:47,407 Boss. 46 00:03:46,800 --> 00:03:47,400 Boss. 47 00:03:51,932 --> 00:03:53,113 They are using kids as mules. 47 00:03:51,930 --> 00:03:53,110 Mereka menggunakan anak2. 48 00:03:56,023 --> 00:03:56,397 Call them in. 48 00:03:56,020 --> 00:03:56,390 Telpon mereka. 49 00:03:57,804 --> 00:04:00,839 Repeat, we have eyes on children on target site. Please advice. 49 00:03:57,800 --> 00:04:00,830 Ulangi, kami melihat anak2 di sasaran. Tolong saran. 50 00:04:00,839 --> 00:04:02,844 Acknowledge. Maintain position. 51 00:04:02,844 --> 00:04:04,897 Maintain position? What he's talking about? Colonel. 52 00:04:04,897 --> 00:04:07,498 Drop Key, we strongly recommend cancellation of pay low delivery. 53 00:04:08,527 --> 00:04:10,829 Your order stand. Prep for distraction. 54 00:04:13,066 --> 00:04:13,654 Cougar. 55 00:04:16,756 --> 00:04:17,889 Drop Key, this is Pinball. 56 00:04:18,510 --> 00:04:22,021 Target equipment has suffered catastrophic system failure and calling on site abort. 50 00:04:00,830 --> 00:04:02,840 Diketahui. Tetap pada posisi. 51 00:04:02,840 --> 00:04:04,890 Tetap pada posisi? Apa yang ia bicarakan? Kolonel. 52 00:04:04,890 --> 00:04:07,490 Drop Key, kami sangat menyarankan untuk pembatalan. 53 00:04:08,520 --> 00:04:10,820 Perintah mu tetap. Bersiap untuk pengalihan. 54 00:04:13,060 --> 00:04:13,650 Cougar. 55 00:04:16,750 --> 00:04:17,880 Drop Key, ini Pinball. 56 00:04:18,510 --> 00:04:22,020 Peralatan mengalami kerusakan dan meminta untuk pembatalan misi. 57 00:04:24,562 --> 00:04:26,063 Well, that just stupid. 57 00:04:24,560 --> 00:04:26,060 Yah, itu bodoh sekali. 58 00:04:27,907 --> 00:04:29,009 This mission controller? 58 00:04:27,900 --> 00:04:29,000 Menara misi? 59 00:04:29,009 --> 00:04:31,166 This is, Max. Colonel Clay. 59 00:04:29,000 --> 00:04:31,160 Ini, Max. Kolonel Clay. 60 00:04:31,166 --> 00:04:34,920 No one uses names on comm. This is a secure military channel. 60 00:04:31,160 --> 00:04:34,920 Tak ada yang menggunakan nama di saluran. Ini adalah saluran khusus militer. 61 00:04:35,837 --> 00:04:38,719 - Is it-- Goddammit, listen to me. There are children on site. 61 00:04:35,830 --> 00:04:38,710 - Apa ini-- Sialan, dengarkan aku. Ada anak2 di lokasi. 62 00:04:39,372 --> 00:04:41,290 And you think I didn't know that? 62 00:04:39,370 --> 00:04:41,290 Dan kau pikir aku tak tahu? 63 00:04:41,290 --> 00:04:43,659 We lock coordinates they moment you pinned it. 63 00:04:41,290 --> 00:04:43,650 Kami mengunci sasaran begitu kalian menandainya. 64 00:04:44,336 --> 00:04:45,845 Delivery will occur on schedule. 64 00:04:44,330 --> 00:04:45,840 Misi akan dilakukan sesuai jadwal. 65 00:04:45,845 --> 00:04:47,634 You can just-- 65 00:04:45,840 --> 00:04:47,630 Kau tak bisa-- 66 00:04:47,634 --> 00:04:50,725 Shit. Jensen, contact the plane directly. Call an abort. 66 00:04:47,630 --> 00:04:50,720 Sialan. Jensen, hubungi pesawat itu langsung. Panggilan pembatalan. 67 00:04:50,725 --> 00:04:52,615 I'm trying. His jamming us. There's nothing I can do. 68 00:04:56,605 --> 00:04:57,801 There's something we can do. 69 00:04:57,801 --> 00:05:03,845 Alright, here it is. 5 against the fortress. We got, may be what? 8 minutes before an air strike set the worlds on fire. 70 00:05:05,305 --> 00:05:06,103 Plenty of time. 67 00:04:50,720 --> 00:04:52,610 Aku mencoba. Ia menahan saluran kita. Tak ada yang bisa aku lakukan. 68 00:04:56,600 --> 00:04:57,800 Ada sesuatu yang bisa kita lakukan. 69 00:04:57,800 --> 00:05:03,840 Baik, ini dia. 5 orang lawan seluruh benteng. Kita punya apa? 8 menit sebelum serangan udara dan membakar seluruhnya. 70 00:05:05,300 --> 00:05:06,100 Itu cukup banyak. 71 00:05:06,103 --> 00:05:07,403 I'll drive. 71 00:05:06,100 --> 00:05:07,400 Aku yang mengemudi. 72 00:05:35,094 --> 00:05:36,964 Us against 50 dudes with AK, huh? 72 00:05:35,090 --> 00:05:36,960 Kita melawan 50 orang dengan AK, huh? 73 00:05:46,563 --> 00:05:48,007 Jensen and Pooch, try safe the kids. 73 00:05:46,560 --> 00:05:48,000 Jensen dan Pooch, coba selamatkan anak2. 74 00:05:48,007 --> 00:05:51,204 - Asses suppose to be out in 5. - Not mention the air strike for a change, eh? 74 00:05:48,000 --> 00:05:51,200 - Kalian harus keluar dalam 5. - Belum termasuk kemungkinan serangan udara, eh? 75 00:05:51,204 --> 00:05:53,357 Alright, the other 4, rally point on me. 75 00:05:51,200 --> 00:05:53,350 Baik, sisanya, 4 menit rally point dengan ku. 76 00:05:55,514 --> 00:05:56,375 3 minutes to target. 76 00:05:55,510 --> 00:05:56,370 3 menit sampai sasaran. 77 00:06:09,875 --> 00:06:11,128 - Alright, come on. Let's go. - Let's go. 77 00:06:09,870 --> 00:06:11,120 - Baik, ayo. - Ayo. 78 00:06:13,429 --> 00:06:15,258 My brother is still upstairs. 78 00:06:13,420 --> 00:06:15,250 Adik ku masih di atas. 79 00:06:15,258 --> 00:06:16,495 Okay, you go there with him. 79 00:06:15,250 --> 00:06:16,490 Baik, kau pergi dengannya. 80 00:06:20,372 --> 00:06:21,833 You got this. Get them out. 80 00:06:20,370 --> 00:06:21,830 Kau atasi ini. Keluarkan mereka. 81 00:06:21,833 --> 00:06:24,968 Alright, who's your papi? Alright, come on, this way. Let's go. 81 00:06:21,830 --> 00:06:24,960 Siapa papi kalian? Baik, ayo lewat sini. 82 00:06:31,005 --> 00:06:32,018 - Now? - Yeah. 83 00:06:32,018 --> 00:06:33,404 - Really? - Why not? 84 00:06:33,960 --> 00:06:35,126 - Can you? - Of course. 82 00:06:31,000 --> 00:06:32,010 - Sekarang? - Yeah. 83 00:06:32,010 --> 00:06:33,400 - Yang benar? - Kenapa tidak? 84 00:06:33,960 --> 00:06:35,120 - Bisakah? - Tentu. 85 00:06:35,126 --> 00:06:36,155 Okay. 85 00:06:35,120 --> 00:06:36,150 Baik. 86 00:06:43,497 --> 00:06:44,020 Ladies. 86 00:06:43,490 --> 00:06:44,020 Nona2. 87 00:06:52,400 --> 00:06:54,454 Clay, we got the kids. Rally point, 2 minutes. 87 00:06:52,400 --> 00:06:54,450 Clay, kita mendapatkan anak2 nya. Rally point, 2 menit. 88 00:07:00,576 --> 00:07:01,885 Max sent you, didn't he? 88 00:07:00,570 --> 00:07:01,880 Max mengirimmu, bukan? 89 00:07:05,434 --> 00:07:09,086 - I won't commit to his crazy plans and he does this? - You make this real easy for you. 89 00:07:05,430 --> 00:07:09,080 - Aku tak mau mengikuti rencananya dan ia melakukan ini? - Buatlah ini menjadi mudah untuk mu. 90 00:07:09,086 --> 00:07:11,122 You let him go, I'll let you life. 90 00:07:09,080 --> 00:07:11,120 Kau lepaskan ia, akan ku biarkan kau hidup. 91 00:07:14,393 --> 00:07:16,385 Come here, son. Come here, son. Walk to me. 91 00:07:14,390 --> 00:07:16,380 Kemari, nak. Berjalanlah padaku. 92 00:07:18,426 --> 00:07:21,981 - Atta boy. Atta boy. - Clay, gets the hell out. We gotta go, now! 92 00:07:18,420 --> 00:07:21,980 - Anak pintar. - Clay, ayo keluar. Sekarang! 93 00:07:23,106 --> 00:07:24,727 They'll kill you too, you know. 93 00:07:23,100 --> 00:07:24,720 Mereka akan membunuhmu juga, kau tahu. 94 00:07:32,482 --> 00:07:34,215 Target's lock. IMA in 20 seconds. 94 00:07:32,480 --> 00:07:34,210 Sasaran terkunci. Perkiraan 20 detik. 95 00:07:36,142 --> 00:07:37,348 Oh, you stop for a coffee in there? 95 00:07:36,140 --> 00:07:37,340 Oh, kau berhenti untuk minum kopi di sana? 96 00:07:44,986 --> 00:07:46,381 We got a blast way, where you're looking at? 96 00:07:44,980 --> 00:07:46,380 Kita dalam jangkauan ledakkan, apa yang kau lihat? 97 00:07:48,898 --> 00:07:52,822 - Okay, Pooch. Do you if you make this car pull a little faster? - Will you hold on a second? 97 00:07:48,890 --> 00:07:52,820 - Baik, Pooch. Bisa kau buat mobil ini lebih cepat? - Maukah kau tahan sebentar? 98 00:07:52,822 --> 00:07:54,370 Like right now! 98 00:07:52,820 --> 00:07:54,370 Seperti sekarang! 99 00:08:22,339 --> 00:08:24,488 I got it, I got it. Don't you, Pooch? 99 00:08:22,330 --> 00:08:24,480 Aku mengerti. Ya kan, Pooch? 100 00:08:36,512 --> 00:08:38,411 Pinball, this Jaba Street. Time for extraction. 100 00:08:36,510 --> 00:08:38,410 Pinball, ini Jaba Street. Waktunya penjemputan. 101 00:08:41,548 --> 00:08:43,913 My favorite part, when we complete on fire. 101 00:08:41,540 --> 00:08:43,910 Bagian kesukaan ku adalah, ketika kita ditembaki. 102 00:08:44,782 --> 00:08:46,551 But the shootout, that was good time. 102 00:08:44,780 --> 00:08:46,550 Tapi teriakan2 itu hebat juga. 103 00:08:51,742 --> 00:08:52,843 There she blows. 103 00:08:51,740 --> 00:08:52,840 Dan itu dia. 104 00:09:02,190 --> 00:09:04,028 Sir, there's no enough room for you team and them. 104 00:09:02,190 --> 00:09:04,020 Pak, tak cukup ruang untuk tim mu dan mereka. 105 00:09:05,810 --> 00:09:06,495 Then it's them. 105 00:09:05,810 --> 00:09:06,490 Maka itu mereka. 106 00:09:08,539 --> 00:09:10,277 - Alright, let's go, guys. - Let's go. - Alright, here we go. 106 00:09:08,530 --> 00:09:10,270 - Baik, ayo. - Ayo. - Baik, ini dia. 107 00:09:12,346 --> 00:09:13,047 Watch your heads. 107 00:09:12,340 --> 00:09:13,040 Hati2 kepala mu. 108 00:09:20,558 --> 00:09:23,387 No crosses. You keep your bear. It keeps you safe. 108 00:09:20,550 --> 00:09:23,380 Jangan. Kau simpan beruang mu. Ia akan menjagamu aman. 109 00:09:24,520 --> 00:09:26,370 - Okay? - Gracias. - Denada. 110 00:09:27,015 --> 00:09:28,778 Adios. Get them out of here. 111 00:09:42,861 --> 00:09:44,162 Some cute little buggers. 112 00:09:44,862 --> 00:09:46,308 I hope the make it to the Court Marshall. 109 00:09:24,520 --> 00:09:26,370 - Ya? - Gracias. - Denada. 110 00:09:27,010 --> 00:09:28,770 Adios. Keluarkan mereka dari sini. 111 00:09:42,860 --> 00:09:44,160 Makhluk2 kecil lucu. 112 00:09:44,860 --> 00:09:46,300 Ku harap mereka berhasil sampai ke polisi. 113 00:09:47,449 --> 00:09:48,906 What is that? You hear that? 113 00:09:47,440 --> 00:09:48,900 Apa itu? Kau dengar itu? 114 00:09:52,464 --> 00:09:53,151 Guys. 114 00:09:52,460 --> 00:09:53,150 Hey. 115 00:09:54,067 --> 00:09:54,888 This is bad. 115 00:09:54,060 --> 00:09:54,880 Ini buruk. 116 00:09:54,888 --> 00:09:56,788 Max, Cover 1. Bandit lock. 116 00:09:54,880 --> 00:09:56,780 Max, Cover 1. Bandit terkunci. 117 00:09:58,298 --> 00:09:59,159 Understood. 117 00:09:58,290 --> 00:09:59,150 Baik. 118 00:09:59,843 --> 00:10:00,968 Cover 1. 118 00:09:59,840 --> 00:10:00,960 Cover 1. 119 00:10:00,968 --> 00:10:02,230 Kill Bandit. 119 00:10:00,960 --> 00:10:02,230 Bunuh Bandit. 120 00:10:06,383 --> 00:10:07,052 No! 120 00:10:06,380 --> 00:10:07,050 Tidak! 121 00:10:53,922 --> 00:10:55,345 That supposes to be us. 121 00:10:53,920 --> 00:10:55,340 Itu harusnya kita. 122 00:10:57,348 --> 00:10:59,039 Focus today, in front the American Embassy. 122 00:10:57,340 --> 00:10:59,030 Berita hari ini, di depan kedutaan Amerika. 123 00:10:59,039 --> 00:11:03,634 Violent responses to the death of 25 Bolivian children who were killed during the operation. 123 00:10:59,030 --> 00:11:03,630 Terjadi aksi kekerasan untuk 25 anak2 Bolivian yang terbunuh ketika operasi. 124 00:11:03,634 --> 00:11:06,230 Let me be, perfectly clear. 124 00:11:03,630 --> 00:11:06,230 Biarkan aku katakan dengan jelas. 125 00:11:06,230 --> 00:11:11,503 In no way, that these men, acting under orders from US government. 125 00:11:06,230 --> 00:11:11,500 Tak mungkin, orang2 ini, beraksi atas perintah pemerintah AS. 126 00:11:17,212 --> 00:11:19,458 Is there going some kind of ceremony for them? 126 00:11:17,210 --> 00:11:19,450 Apa akan ada upacara pemakaman untuk mereka? 127 00:11:25,392 --> 00:11:26,350 Where's the ring? 127 00:11:25,390 --> 00:11:26,350 Di mana cincin nya? 128 00:12:36,730 --> 00:12:38,486 What you're doing? No, no, no. 128 00:12:36,730 --> 00:12:38,480 Apa yang kau lakukan? Tidak, tidak, tidak. 129 00:12:41,406 --> 00:12:42,931 This fucking bird. 129 00:12:41,400 --> 00:12:42,930 Ini unggas. 130 00:12:50,054 --> 00:12:54,663 This is disgusting. Alright, I'm officially disgusted by as and you lost the game. 130 00:12:50,050 --> 00:12:54,660 Ini menjijikan. Baik, aku benar2 jijk dengannya dan kau kalah taruhan. 131 00:12:54,663 --> 00:12:57,488 - We lost the game. - No, you put the bet down. 131 00:12:54,660 --> 00:12:57,480 - Kita kalah taruhan. - Tidak, kau yang bertaruh. 132 00:12:57,488 --> 00:12:58,749 You gave me the money. 132 00:12:57,480 --> 00:12:58,740 Kau yang memberikan ku uangnya. 133 00:12:59,761 --> 00:13:01,671 Yeah. And that was stupid, I mean, wasn't it? 133 00:12:59,760 --> 00:13:01,670 Yeah. Dan aku bodoh, ya kan?