“Justru itu Mbah. Kalau masih kecil

“Justru itu Mbah. Kalau masih kecil saja sudah tidak bisa diatur, bagaimana kalau sudah besar nanti? Kalau di kerjaannya nggarong / meminta gimana? nanti kita sendiri kan yang repot?”
Mbah Atmo gelagapan. Tak berkutik.Tak punya kata-kata lagi untuk membela cucu angkatnya.Sekasar apa pun perkataan itu, sesungguhnya adalah benar adanya. Mbah Atmo mengakuinya. Bocah kecil yang sering bermalam dirumahnya itu memang liat, tak bias dikendalikan lagi.
Menyebut Pak Dukuh dan warga lain kejam dan tak berperasaan sepertinya juga tidak terlalu tepat. Kebaikan warga yang dicurahkan pada Warjono tidaklah sedikit. Kang Parno Sadak, Pak Rahmat, Yanto, Bu Sutarni, dan warga lain selalu memberi makan jika anak itu datang ke rumah mereka. Tak lupa sedikit uang mereka berikan untuk jajan. Juga sesekali mereka membelikan pakaian. Ketika Warjono terjatuh dari pohon kueni sampai tangannya patah, mereka bersedia menolong, membawanya ke sangkal putung di daerah Menthel sampai sembuh.
“Saya tahu anda sangat menyayangi Warjono, Mbah. Tapi, ini demi kita bersama.”
Mbah atmo membisu. Yang ada, mulailah mata tuanya mengeluarkan cairan bening.
Ya sudah, Mbah. Warjono akan kami kirim ke kota . Ke Jogja.
Keputusan yang sungguh tidak mengenakkan. Tapi, pak dukuh dan warga sudah tak punya pilihan lain.Di dusun ini, Warjono sudah tidak bisa diatur dan hanya akam membuat kegaduhan. Sementara, jika mau dipidanakan,jelas belum bisa. Anak itu masih terlalu kecil di mata hukum.
Topo, Jumino serta kang sepiono. TOLONG bawa segera Warjoni pergi dri kampung kita ini!.
Baik, Pak Dukuh!. Ketiga orang itu segera menyeret Warjono yang masih terikat kedua kakinya ke dalam mobil pick up milik Mas Tulus.
Mesin mobil segera dihidupkan. Asapnya mengepul memenuhi halaman rumah Pak Dukuh. Sebelum mobil itu bergerak, Mabh Atmo dengan tenaga tuanya menghampiri Warjono. Memeluknya.
Hati hati ya nak.air mata kakek itu tak terbendung.
Mulut Warjono menganga. Lebam lebam di wajahnya masih terlihat.
Simbah jangan menangis.
Mbah atmo kian erat memeluk Warjono. Sekarang simbah kalau malam bisa mendengarkan wayang kulit. Radionya sudah tidak berisik lagi, Mbah.

Hasil (Inggris) 1:

"Thus the Mbah. If a child is not able to set up, how great if it later? If the nggarong gave/ask gimana? our own right later that hassle? "Mbah gelagapan Atmo. Not real. Have not the words again to defend his adopted grandson. Sekasar whatever the word, indeed is true. Mbah Atmo admit it. The little boy who often stayed at home was indeed a clay, no bias is controlled again.Call Mr. Dukuh and other citizens of the cruel and heartless it seems also not too precise. Goodness citizens poured on Warjono is not a little. Kang Parno Sadak, Mr. Grace, Yanto, Bu Sutarni, and other citizens of always feeding if the boy had come to their home. Do not forget the little money they have given to the gallery. Also once in a while they bought clothes. When trees fall Warjono kueni until his hand was broken, they were willing to help, bring it to deny one Menthel in the area until healed."I know you are very fond of Warjono, Mbah. But, this is for the sake of us together. "Mbah atmo away silently. There, her eyes begin to issue a clear liquid.Yes, Mbah. Warjono will send it to the city. To Jogja.The decision was not went sour. But, Mr. dukuh and citizens already had no other choice. In this village, Warjono already can not be regulated and only akam make noise. Meanwhile, if you want was penalized, obviously could not. The boy was still too small in the eyes of the law. Topo, Jumino as well as kang sepiono. Please bring immediately Warjoni go to our hometown dri!.Well, Mr. Dukuh!. The third person was immediately dragged Warjono which still tied both legs into the car pick up courtesy of Mas sincere. The car's engine soon turned on. The smoke is billowing meet Pak home page Host. Before the car was moving, with his old power Atmo Mabh approached Warjono. Hug him.Heart ya URnak.air eyes grandfather was unstoppable.Mouth gaping Warjono. Hematoma hematoma on his face still visible.Simbah don't cry. Mbah atmo kian tightly embraced Warjono. Now if the night could listen simbah wayang kulit. The radio link is not noisy again, Mbah.

Hasil (Inggris) 2:

"That's the champion. If a child alone is not adjustable, why do not you grow up? If in his work nggarong / ask how? later we own the hassle? "
Mbah Atmo gelagapan. Berkutik.Tak have no more words to defend grandchildren angkatnya.Sekasar any words, actually is true. Mbah Atmo admit it. The little boy who often spent the night at his house it was tough, no longer controlled bias.
Call Mr. Hamlet and other citizens cruel and heartless seemed also not very precise. Goodness residents poured out on Warjono not a bit. Kang Parno Sadak, Mr. Rahmat, Yanto, Bu Sutarni, and other residents always feed when the boy came to their house. Not to forget a little bit of money they give to snack. Also occasionally they buy clothes. When Warjono fell out of a tree kueni until his hand was broken, they were willing to help, took her to deny Menthel putung in the area until it heals.
"I know you are very fond of Warjono, Mbah. But, for the sake of us all. "
Mbah atmo silent. That is, his eyes begin to secrete a clear fluid.
Well, Mbah. Warjono will be sent to the city. Jogja.
The decision is really uncomfortable. But, sir hamlet and residents have no choice lain.Di this village, Warjono been unable to manage and only akam making noise. Meanwhile, if you like criminalized, obviously can not. The boy was still too small in the eyes of the law.
Topo, Jumino and sepiono kang. PLEASE take it as soon Warjoni go dri our village this !.
Good, Mr. Hamlet !. The three were soon dragged Warjono are still bound by his legs into the pickup truck owned by Mas Tulus.
The car's engine is turned on immediately. The smoke billowed meet Mr. Hamlet's home page. Before the car was moving, Mabh Atmo with his power toward Warjono. Hugged.
Be careful yes nak.air eyes grandfather was unstoppable.
Warjono mouth gaping. Bruises bruises on her face is still visible.
Simbah do not cry.
Mbah atmo increasingly tightly hugged Warjono. Now if the night could listen stained leather puppets. The radio is no longer noisy, Mbah.