ALICE WALKER’S
Disusun oleh :
Nurul Rahmi. M
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“Greta, who is Mr. Grey talking to?” My scalp is trying to leave the building. It’s prickling with
apprehension, and my subconscious is screaming at me to follow it. But I sound nonchalant
enough. “Oh, that’s Mrs. Lincoln. She owns the place with Mr. Grey.” Greta seems more than
happy to share. “Mrs. Lincoln?” I thought Mrs. Robinson was divorced. Perhaps she’s
remarried to some poor sap. “Yes. She’s not usually here, but one of our technicians is sick
today so she’s fillingin.” “Do yo know Mrs. Lincoln’s first name?” Greta looks up at me,
frowning, and purses her bright pink lips, questioning my curiosity. Shit, perhaps this is a
step toofar. “Elena,”she says, almost reluctantly. I’m swamped by a strange sense of relief
that my spidey sense has not let me down. Spidey sense? My subconscious snorts, Paedo
sense. They are still deep in discussion. Christian is talking rapidly to Elena, and she looks
worried, nodding, grimacing, and shaking her head. Reaching out, she rubs his arm
soothingly while biting her lip. Another nod, and she glances at me and offers me a small;
reassuring smile. I can only stare at her stony-faced. I think I’m in shock. How could he
bring me here? She murmurs something to Christian, and he looks my way briefly then
turns back to her andreplies. She nods, and I think she’s wishing him luck, but my lip-
reading skills aren’t highly developed. Fifty strides back to me, anxiety etched on his face.
Damn right. Mrs. Robinson returns to the back room, closing the door behind her. Christian
frowns. “Are you okay?” he asks, but his voice is strained, cautious. “
Nilai realism yang dapat saya kutip dari kutipan ini adalah bagaimana ketakutan orang
tersebut terhadap kekosongan ruangan dan kegelapan. Sama halnya dalam kehidupan nyata
bahkan bias dibilang semua orang takut pada kegelapan dan kekosongan mereka berfikir
bahwa ada hantu didalamnya.
Chapter four
He takes hold of my chin and kisses me hard. A passionate, beseeching kiss, asking for
what? I don’t know. It leaves me breathless. Don’t leave me again.
He implores, looking deep into my eyes, his face serious. Okay. I whisper, and smile at him,
his answering smile is dazzling: relief. Elation, and boyish delight combined into one
enchanting.
Look that would melt the coldest of hearts, ‘Thank you for the iPad’ you are most welcome,
Anastasia. “what’s your favorite song on there? “Now that would be telling. “He grins”
“Come cook me some food. Wench. I’m famished. “he adds, sitting up suddenly and
dragging me with him.
Nilai realism yang terdapat pada kutipan tersebut adalah bagaimana seorang lelaki yang
sangat takut ditinggalkan lagi oleh istrinya. Layaknya kehidupan nyata suami istri siapapun
pasti takut untuk kehilangan orang yang sangat dicintainya.
Chapter Seven
Christian and I have nothing to do with you. And if I do leave him and you come looking for
me, I’ll be waiting don’t doubt it. And maybe I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine on
behalf of the fifteen year old child you molested and probably fucked up even more than he
already was.
Her mouth falls open. “Now if you”ll excuse me, I have better things to do than waste my
time with you”. I turn on my heel, adrenaline, and anger coursing through my body, and
stalk toward the entrance of the tent where Taylor is standing just as Christian arrives,
looking flustered and worried. “There you are” he mutters, then frowns when he sees
Elena.
Nilai realism yang terdapat dalam kutipan ini adalah bagaimana Christian tidak lagi ingin
melakukan hal apapun dgn yang lain. Kecuali dia melakukannya denganorang yang dia cinta
sampai dia akan menunggu terus dan terus menerus sama halnya dalam percintaan nyata
yang dia inginkan hanya melakukan semuanya dengan orang yang dia cintai. Apapun
hambatannya dia akan berusaha melewati dan menunggu waktu itu.
Chapter Eight
Climbing groggily out of bed, I set off to hunt him down, disconcerted by my
overactive imagination. I am seeing things now. It must be a reaction to the dramatic events
of the evening. The main room is empty, the only light emanating from the three pendulum
lamps above the breakfast bar. But his study door is ajar, and I hear him on the phone.
“I don’t know why you’re calling at this hour. I have nothing to say to you. Well, you can tell
me now. You don’t have to leave a message”.
I stand motionless by the door, eavesdropping guiltily. Who is he talking to? “No. you listen.
I asked you, and now I am telling you. Leave her alone. She’s nothing to do with you. Do you
understand?”.
He sound belligerent and angry. I hesitateto knock. “I know you do. But I mean it, Elena.
Leave her the fuck alone. Do I need to put it in triplicate for you? Are you hearing me? Good.
“good night”. He slams the phone down on the desk.
Nilai realism yang terdapat dalam kutipan diatas adalah bagaimana seseorang yang tidak
berkonsentrasi, yang berkhayal tinggi yang dari atas tempat tidur lalu berkhayal dengan
dramanya di sore hari. Banyak orang juga yang ketika sore hari berkhayal dengan aneh-
anehnya dan setingg-tingginya. Entsh itu bersama pasangannya, bahkan mengfkhayal
keliling dunia mungkin juga.