Cahaya Pertama di Desa

Larut malam, desa gelap dan sunyi. Setiap rumah tertidur. Jalan-jalan kosong, dan jendela-jendela hitam. Tapi di satu jalan kecil ada satu cahaya. Cahaya itu dari jendela toko roti, satu-satunya tempat yang terjaga di seluruh desa yang tidur.

Late at night, the village is dark and quiet. Every house is asleep. The streets are empty, and the windows are black. But on one small street there is a single light. It comes from the window of the bakery, the only place awake in the whole sleeping town.

Jam tiga pagi, tukang roti sudah bekerja. Dia menyalakan oven besar dan memberi kayu sampai menyala. Tepung melayang di udara, dan uap naik saat roti pertama masuk. Bau hangat roti segar mulai memenuhi toko. Perlahan, aroma itu keluar dari pintu dan menyusuri jalan kosong, di mana belum ada yang bangun untuk merasakannya.

It is three in the morning, and the baker is already at work. He lights the big oven and feeds it wood until it glows. Flour floats in the air, and steam rises as the first loaves go in. The warm smell of fresh bread begins to fill the shop. Slowly, it drifts out the door and down the empty street, where no one is awake yet to notice it.

Jam enam pagi, desa mulai bangun. Orang-orang membuka mata karena bau roti hangat. Mereka berjalan ke toko roti, di mana lampu menyala sepanjang malam, dan mereka menemukan rak penuh roti segar. Tukang roti memberikan roti dengan mata lelah tapi bahagia. Malam panjangnya menjadi awal yang hangat dan lembut untuk hari semua orang.

By six in the morning, the village starts to wake. People open their eyes to the smell of warm bread. They walk to the bakery, where the light has been on all night, and they find the shelves full of fresh loaves. The baker hands them their bread with tired, happy eyes. His long night becomes the warm, soft start of everyone else's day.