SEKOLAH TINGGI BAHASA ASING LIA

UJIAN TENGAH SEMESTER GENAP 2022/2023

Program Studi : S1 Bahasa Inggris Nama : Tazqianisa Rohadi

Mata Kuliah : Menulis Kreatif & Media NPM : 2019410031
Hari/Tanggal : Thursday, 11-05-2023 Kelas : S4X
Waktu : 19.00 - 21.00 Nilai :
Dosen : Iwan Sulistiawan, M.Si

- Bacalah cerpen “The Man Across the Street” karya Ratih Kumala berikut
ini baik-baik lalu tulis sebuah cerpen berbahasa Inggris yang merupakan
lanjutan atau sekuel dari cerita dalam cerpen tsb. Anda boleh membawa
cerita cerpen Anda ke genre apa saja (bebas) ; romance, horror, komedi,
detective story, science fiction, adventure dsb.

- Tidak ada batasan panjang cerpen, namun kita sama-sama tahu bahwa
cerpen yang terlalu pendek, pasti jelek karena belum memuat unsur-unsur
dari stages of plot secara sempurna

- Seimbangkan porsi narasi dan dialog

- Terapkan prinsip Show Don’t Tell

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 The Nursery’s Story of Life
My name is Rose and I have been working in this nursing home for so 5 years. My
job is taking care of elder people. Of all people have I been nursing, there is one elder
woman that I will never forget.

Her name is Yasmin and she was the oldest one in this nursing home, 101 years old
to be exact. She doesn’t enjoy living in here just by judging her callous expression, but she
doesn’t seem to reject it either. As a nurse, it is my job to take care of elder people
however I can.

One day, I go to her room on the second floor to give her the medicine she needed.
This room she’s in is comforting and clean just like the other room in this home, with daily
bed-making and floor brooming thanks to the nursing home staffs.

As I turn the door handle down and pull the door open slowly, I see granny Yasmin
is laying down on her bed looking over the window beside her. “Granny Yasmin, you
should take the medicine now” I said to her. When she turned her head to me, she nods
and I helped her to get up and sit on the side of the bed. I told her to open up her mouth
and I pour the pills in her mouth, which she then swallowed it.

I asked to her “Granny Yasmin, would you like to sit in the backyard for a while?”
and she responds by shocking her head ‘no’ to me. And then I looked over the window she
was looking at and saw someone across the street; an old man in his 60’s, wearing a
business outfit, sitting in his wheelchair and is being pushed to his house by a nurse.

Wanting to know about this, I asked her “is he your friend, Yasmin?” and she only
looked at me with a look from someone who needs help. She then grabbed my hands and
tries to pull me closer to her as she whispers in low voice “I can’t talk to him. Can you
please help me?” After I listened to her request, I took time to think and then I said “Of
course, granny Yasmin. I’ll see what I can do” and then I leave the room.

I’m glad I helped her to talk with that man across the street. After talking for times to
time, they seem to be good friends. Whenever granny Yasmin asked me to make her to
meet the man, I would help her to sit in her wheelchair and bring her close enough to
street, to see the man directly across the street.

However, where there is sunshine, there is rain. Nine days after Easter, I came in
Yasmin’s room to take her to her bed, as per usual, but this time she shook her head no
and refused. Her grips on her wheelchair looks a bit tighter than usual, as if she’s feeling
tense at the time.

“I don’t want to sleep. I want to stay here until the next morning.” Of course, this
worried me, so shook my head and told her to go to bed. “Rest is important granny
Yasmin, so let’s go-“
“No! That man could die at any moment,” Yasmin insisted as she pushed my hand away.
This action from her was unusual, so I had to ask her a question to answer this uncommon
behavior. “Granny Yasmin, what are you saying exactly? you have not talked with him for
days. Now let’s get you to rest.” As I was about to put my hands on the push handles,
Yasmin stomped her feet on the floor and, which I am still staggered about, hold her hands
on the wheels. Seeing she won’t move at all from that very place at all, I exhaled a breath
of defeat and gave up. I then nod to her before I leave the room.

It’s been a few days since she insisted to stay in her room and was worried if either
she’s crazy or there’s something that would happen to the man. Soon that question was
answered when I woke up in a morning when a sorrow news flew in the air. When I woke
up in a morning, I went to the porch because I heard a commotion outside and what I saw
brought some doleful feeling to me as if the gray clouds in the air wasn’t obvious enough; a
group of people is erecting in the front yard of a house across the street while some people
have inconsolable frown on their expression.

After a few minutes watching the event unfold, I remembered about granny Yasmin
and about her words about the man, and I went back inside, walk upstairs through the big
stairs and go to her bedroom. “Granny Yasmin….?” I said as I opened the door slowly
without making a creak, seeing her still sitting on her wheelchair.
“The man from across the street… h-he’s…” struggled to say the whole sentence, I kept
quiet and I think my face looked really pale. “He’s… he’s no longer here, granny Yasmin.
I’m sorry I didn’t believe you…” Her expression hasn’t changed from her depressed look
seeing she lost her good friend.

Remembering that day made me wish I could’ve done more for her. It’s been few
months after that event and a few days after her funeral and yet I was still reminded like it’s
fresh while standing in front of this tombstone. The orange sky is closing in and the wind is
getting breeze as I am leaving the cemetery. All that’s left was to return to the nursing
home and do my best to do better on helping to those who needs it.