‘Cup of coffee?’ she said. ‘Before

‘Cup of coffee?’ she said. ‘Before you go up to your room.’
‘Thank you,’ I said.
‘Where’s little Mary?’ asked Susan. Mary was Mrs Brown’s daughter.
‘She’s in the garden,’ said Mrs Brown and laughed.
‘But she’s not little! Mary’s a tall young woman now.
‘How old is she?’ Susan asked. ‘Fifteen,’ said Mrs Brown. ‘Fifteen!’ I said. ‘Time goes quickly!’ ‘1 know,’ said Mrs Brown. ‘Now, coffee! Before I
forget again.’ She walked to the kitchen.
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Susan looked at me. ‘I love it here, Peter,’ she said.
‘I know,’ I said.
‘When did we first meet?’ she asked. ‘Eleven years ago? Twelve?’
‘Wrong,’ I said. ‘It’ll be thirteen years on Tuesday,’ I said. ‘In the cafe.’
‘Ah, yes,’ said Susan, and shut her eyes.
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The door opened, and Mary Brown looked in. She was tall.
‘Hello,’ she said to Susan. ‘And hello again,’ she said to me.
‘Again?’ I said.
‘Yes. Don’t you remember? Yesterday. You said “hello” in the bank.’
‘Oh, y. . . yes!’ I said, and pretended to remember. ‘That was you!’
Mary smiled. ‘I’ll see you later,’ she said. ‘Goodbye!’
‘Goodbye,’ we said. She shut the door. Susan turned to me.
“Why did you pretend?’ she asked me.
‘I don’t know,’ I said.
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The sun was hot in the afternoon. After lunch, Susan and I walked down to the sea. We swam. The water was cold.
met. We went back there every year. I opened the door and looked
in. John Connor smiled.
‘Hello again!’ he said to me.
After that, we walked across to Connor’s Coffee House. It was a small, quiet café near the sea. The café! The place Susan and I first
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It was our fourth night at the Hotel Vista. We were at a table in the restaurant, but I did not want to eat. I as afraid. Very afraid. Things were not right in Lea-
on-Sea.
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On Sunday, it was the old On Monday, the man in man in the newspaper shop. the bank . . .
. . . and the woman in the Yesterday, the girl in the cinema. shoe shop.
And this afternoon, the woman in the Italian restaurant. All of them smiled at me and said, ‘Hello again!’
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‘A man is pretending to be me,’ I said. ‘Why?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Susan. ‘But it’s not important. We’re . . .’
‘Not important?’ I shouted. ‘I think it is. I . . . I’m going to the police!’
‘No,’ said Susan. ‘They’ll laugh at you. We’ll find the man. Lea-on-Sea isn’t very big. It’ll be easy.’
I looked down. I didn’t want to meet the man!
Susan looked into my eyes. She took my hand. ‘I’m afraid, too,’ she said.
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Later that evening, we walked down to the sea. The sun was red and yellow. The water was light blue.
‘Today is an important day,’ said Susan.
‘Important?’ I said.
‘Thirteen years,’ she said. ‘You and me! Did you forget?’
‘I? . . . Yes, I forgot,’ I said quietly.
‘Do you love me?’ Susan asked.
‘Oh, yes,’ I said, and turned to her.
‘Good,’ she said. ‘I love you, too.’
We kissed. And for the first time on our holiday, I was happy!
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Suddenly, Susan moved back.
‘Look!’ she was right. ‘It’s him! At the café!’
She was right. There was a man with a big nose and
black hair. He shut the café door and turned right. At the cinema, he turned right again, and walked quickly away.
‘Run!’ said Susan. ‘We don’t want to lose him.’ We arrived at the cinema and looked down the road.
‘Where is he?’ I said. ‘There!’ said Susan. I saw him turn left at the bank. ‘Quickly!’ I shouted.
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We ran across the road after the man.
‘Don’t go!’ I shouted.
But he didn’t hear me. We ran to the bank. There, we stopped. I looked up and down the road.
The man was not there.
‘Where is he?’ I said.
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‘I don’t know,’ said Susan. ‘But we’ll see him again. I know we will. Come on,’ she said. ‘We’ll have a drink at the hotel.’
We walked back to the Hotel Vista slowly. Susan looked in the cafés and restaurants but she didn’t see the man again. Luckily!
‘Perhaps we’ll never see him again,’ I said.
‘Perhaps,’ said Susan quietly.
We arrived at the door of the hotel at ten o’clock. We heard the television. We walked in. We saw Mrs Brown, but she didn’t see us.
I smiled. ‘Sleeping,’ I said.
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I walked over to the bed. On it, face down, was a photograph. Who was the picture of? I was afraid to look. I took the photograph in my hand and slowly turned it over.
‘What the . . . ?’ I shouted.
‘What is it?’ said Susan. ‘Can I see?’
‘You can,’ I said. ‘But it isn’t good!’
I gave her the photo. Susan looked at it, and jumped back. ‘But it’s you and me!’ she said.
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‘I know,’ I said, and looked again. It was Susan and me. Down at the sea. ‘That man!’ said Susan, excitedly. ‘He was there. It’s
his photo!’
Suddenly, we heard a noise. The door opened. And there he was, the man with my face. And he had a gun in his hand.
‘Very clever!’ he said quietly. ‘It was me.’
He shut the door.
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‘Don’t move,’ he said. ‘Or I’ll shoot.’
I looked at the man in horror. I wasn’t afraid of his gun - I was afraid of his face! He had my nose, my mouth, my ears, my hair . . .
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‘You know him!’ I said.
‘Yes,’ Susan answered. ‘His name is Stephen Griggs. I worked with him fifteen years ago.’
‘I loved you,’ said the man. ‘We were happy.’
‘You’re a bad woman, Susan Barker,’ he said. ‘You pretended to love me.’
‘I did not! And my name is Reed now.’
‘Stay back!’ he shouted.
Susan stopped.
‘Those cold brown eyes,’ she said. ‘Ugh!’
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‘Did he always have my face?’ I asked.
‘No,’ said Susan. ‘I don’t know the game he’s playing.’
‘You will,’ said the man. ‘You will.’
He looked at the photograph in my hand.
‘That’s for you,’ he said. ‘You can look at it, and remember.’
‘Remember what?’ I said.
He smiled. ‘Your last walk with Susan,’ he said. ‘Before you go to prison.’
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‘Prison?’ I said. ‘Why?’
Because you shot Susan,’ he said ‘I didn’t . . .’
‘You will,’ he said. ‘Watch!’ And he turned and put the gun to Susan’s head.
‘NOOOOOO!’ I shouted, and jumped at him.
The man shot. I shut
my eyes. When I looked
again, Susan was on the floor. Dead.
Then, suddenly, the man turned and hit me on the head. It all went
black — and I fell down, down, down.
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After some time, I opened my eyes again. I remembered.
‘You shot her!’ I said.
‘No,’ the man smiled - with my smile! ‘You shot her. My plan is going very well.’
I tried to get up, but it was difficult.
‘I loved her,’ I said, quietly.
‘I, too,’ he said. ‘But she was with you. All those years. Now . . .’ He smiled again and looked at the gun.
‘Do you plan to shoot me, too?’ I said.
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‘Oh, no,’ he said. ‘I said, you’re going to prison. Perhaps there, you’ll understand. For me, Susan was dead before I shot her. Now she’s dead for you, too.’
He came over to me, and put his hand over my mouth. Then I heard Mrs Brown at the door.
‘What are you doing in there?’ she shouted.
‘Mfff. ... mmwff!’ I said.
‘I shot Susan!’ the man answered for me. ‘And now she’s dead. Dead! DEAD! Oh, Susan, I’m sorry!’
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‘There,’ he said. ‘Now she’ll phone the police. And they’ll come — for you!’
He walked over to the window and looked out.
‘Remember,’ I said. ‘You’ve got my face, too.’
‘Not for long,’ he said. In horror, I watched him slowly take the mask from his face.
‘Now there’s only one Peter
Reed again. You!’
‘But. . .’
‘Oh, and one more thing. Here you are . . .’
Before I knew it, the gun was in my hand!
‘You can give it
to the police ‘ he
laughed.
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I watched the door. It opened and four policemen walked in. They looked at the dead woman. They looked at the gun in my hand.
The first policeman walked over to me. ‘You come with us,’ he said.
‘I didn’t ... It isn’t ... I can’t . . .’ I said. I didn’t want to go to prison.
‘Come with us,’ he said again. ‘You can talk later. We’ve got all night.’
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Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

'Secangkir kopi?' katanya. 'Sebelum Anda pergi ke kamar Anda.' 'Terima kasih', kataku. ' Di mana adalah sedikit Maria?' meminta Susan. Maria adalah putri Mrs Brown. 'Dia adalah di Taman,' kata Mrs Brown dan tertawa. ' Tetapi ia tidak sedikit! Mary's seorang wanita muda yang tinggi sekarang. 'Berapa lama Apakah dia? Susan bertanya. 'Lima belas,' kata Mrs Brown. 'Lima belas!' Saya bilang. 'Waktu pergi cepat!' '1 tahu,' kata Mrs Brown. ' Sekarang, kopi! Sebelum saya lupa lagi.' Dia berjalan ke dapur. 6Susan memandangku. ' Saya suka di sini, Petrus,' katanya. "Aku tahu," kataku. 'Ketika Apakah kita pertama kali bertemu?' dia bertanya. ' Sebelas tahun yang lalu? Dua belas?' 'Salah,' saya berkata. 'Itu akan menjadi tiga belas tahun pada hari Selasa,' saya berkata. 'Di kafe.' ' Ah, ya,' kata Susan, dan menutup matanya. 7Pintu terbuka, dan Mary Brown tampak. Ia adalah tinggi. 'Halo,' katanya kepada Susan. 'Dan Halo lagi,' katanya kepadaku. 'Lagi?' Saya bilang. ' Ya. Tidak Anda ingat? Kemarin. Anda mengatakan "Halo" di bank.' ' Oh, y... ya!' Kataku, dan berpura-pura ingat. 'Itu adalah Anda!' Maria tersenyum. 'Saya akan bertemu nanti,' katanya. 'Selamat tinggal!' 'Selamat tinggal,' kami katakan. Dia menutup pintu. Susan menoleh padaku. "Mengapa Apakah Anda berpura-pura?' dia bertanya padaku. "Saya tidak tahu," kataku. 8 Matahari adalah panas pada sore hari. Setelah makan siang, Susan dan aku berjalan ke laut. Kita berenang. Air adalah dingin. bertemu. Kami pergi kembali ke sana setiap tahun. Aku membuka pintu dan melihat dalam. John Connor tersenyum. 'Halo lagi!' ia berkata kepadaku. Setelah itu, kita berjalan di seluruh Connor's Coffee House. Itu adalah sebuah kafe kecil yang tenang di dekat laut. Kafe! Tempat Susan dan saya pertama 9 10 11 Itu adalah malam kami keempat di Hotel Vista. Kami berada di meja di Restoran, tapi saya tidak mau makan. Saya sebagai takut. Sangat takut. Hal-hal yang tidak benar di Lea- di laut. wPada hari Minggu, itu lama pada hari Senin, orang dalam manusia dalam koran. bank... ... dan wanita dalam kemarin, gadis di bioskop. toko sepatu. Dan sore ini, wanita di restoran Italia. Semua dari mereka tersenyum padaku dan berkata, 'Halo lagi!' 12'Seorang laki-laki berpura-pura menjadi saya,' saya berkata. 'Mengapa?' 'Aku tidak tahu,' kata Susan. ' Tapi itu tidak penting. Kami...' 'Tidak penting?' Aku berteriak. ' Saya pikir itu. I . . . Aku akan polisi!' 'Tidak,' kata Susan. ' Mereka akan menertawakan Anda. Kita akan menemukan pria. Lea-on-Sea tidak terlalu besar. Akan mudah.' Aku melihat ke bawah. Aku tidak ingin bertemu pria! Susan tampak ke mata saya. Dia mengambil tangan saya. 'Aku takut, terlalu,' katanya. 3Malam itu, kami berjalan ke laut. Matahari adalah merah dan kuning. Air adalah cahaya biru. 'Hari ini adalah hari yang penting,' kata Susan. 'Penting?' Saya bilang. 'Tiga belas tahun,' katanya. ' Anda dan saya! Apakah Anda lupa?' ' Saya? . . . Ya, aku lupa,' saya berkata pelan. 'Apakah Anda menyukai saya?' Susan bertanya. ' Oh, ya,' saya berkata, dan berpaling kepadanya. 'Baik,' katanya. 'I love Anda, juga.' Kami mencium. Dan untuk pertama kalinya pada liburan kami, aku bahagia! 14Tiba-tiba, Susan pindah kembali. 'Lihat!' dia adalah tepat. ' Hal ini dia! Di kafe!' Dia adalah benar. Ada seorang laki-laki dengan hidung besar dan rambut hitam. Dia menutup pintu di kafe dan berbelok ke kanan. Di bioskop, ia berbalik kanan lagi, dan berjalan dengan cepat. 'Run!' kata Susan. 'Kami tidak ingin kehilangan dia.' Kami tiba di bioskop dan melihat ke bawah jalan. 'Mana Apakah dia? Saya bilang. 'Ada!' kata Susan. Aku melihatnya belok kiri di bank. 'Cepat!' Aku berteriak. 15 Kami berlari melintasi jalan setelah laki-laki. 'Tidak pergi!' Aku berteriak. Tetapi ia tidak mendengar saya. Kami berlari ke bank. Di sana, kami berhenti. Aku menoleh ke atas dan ke bawah jalan. Orang itu tidak ada. 'Mana Apakah dia? Saya bilang. 16'Aku tidak tahu,' kata Susan. ' Tetapi kita akan melihat dia lagi. Aku tahu kita akan. Ayo,' katanya. 'Kita akan memiliki minuman properti.' Kami berjalan kembali ke Hotel Vista perlahan-lahan. Susan tampak di kafe dan Restoran, tapi dia tidak melihat laki-laki lagi. Untungnya! 'Mungkin kita akan pernah melihat dia lagi,' saya berkata. 'Mungkin,' berkata Susan pelan. Kami tiba di depan pintu hotel di sepuluh. Kami mendengar televisi. Kami berjalan di. Kita melihat Mrs Brown, tapi dia tidak melihat kita. Aku tersenyum. 'Tidur', kataku. 1718 19 Aku berjalan ke tempat tidur. Itu, menghadap ke bawah, adalah sebuah foto. Yang adalah gambar? Saya merasa takut untuk melihat. Aku mengambil foto di tanganku dan perlahan-lahan berbalik itu. ' Apa...?' Aku berteriak. "Apa Apakah?" kata Susan. 'Saya dapat melihat?' "Anda bisa," kataku. "Tapi tidak baik!" Aku memberinya foto. Susan memandangnya, dan kembali melonjak. "Tapi Anda dan saya!" katanya. 20'Saya tahu,' saya berkata, dan melihat lagi. Itu Susan dan saya. Turun di laut. 'Bahwa manusia!' berkata Susan, penuh semangat. ' Ia ada di sana. Memiliki foto!' Tiba-tiba, kami mendengar suara. Pintu terbuka. Dan di sanalah ia berada, laki-laki dengan wajah saya. Dan dia punya pistol di tangannya. 'Sangat pintar!' ia berkata dengan tenang. 'Itu adalah saya.' Dia menutup pintu. 21'Jangan Pindahkan,' katanya. 'Atau aku akan tembak.' Aku memandang orang dalam kengerian. Aku tidak takut senjatanya - aku takut wajahnya! Dia memiliki hidung, mulut saya, telinga saya, rambut saya... 2223 'Anda tahu dia!' Saya bilang. 'Ya,' Susan menjawab. ' Namanya adalah Stephen Griggs. Saya bekerja dengan dia lima belas tahun lalu.' 'Aku mengasihi kamu,' kata pria itu. 'Kami sangat berbahagia.' 'Kau seorang wanita yang buruk, Susan Barker,' katanya. 'Anda pura-pura mencintaiku.' ' Aku tidak! Dan nama saya Reed sekarang.' 'Menginap kembali!' dia berteriak. Susan berhenti. 'Mata cokelat dingin,' katanya. 'Ugh!' 24 'Apakah dia selalu memiliki wajah saya?' Saya bertanya. 'Tidak,' kata Susan. 'Aku tidak tahu permainan dia bermain.' 'Anda akan,' kata pria itu. 'Anda akan.' Ia menatap foto di tanganku. 'That's untuk Anda,' katanya. 'Anda bisa melihat itu, dan ingat.' 'Ingat apa?' Saya bilang. Dia tersenyum. 'Berjalan terakhir dengan Susan,' katanya. 'Sebelum Anda pergi ke penjara.' 25'Penjara?' Saya bilang. 'Mengapa?' Karena Anda menembak Susan,' ia berkata ' aku tidak...' 'Anda akan,' katanya. 'Watch!' Dan dia berbalik dan meletakkan senjata ke kepala Susan. 'NOOOOOO'! Aku berteriak dan melompat pada dirinya. Pria yang ditembak. Aku menutup mataku. Ketika saya melihat sekali lagi, Susan berada di lantai. Mati. Kemudian, tiba-tiba, orang berbalik dan memukul saya di kepala. Semuanya berjalan hitam- dan aku jatuh ke bawah, down, bawah. 26Setelah beberapa waktu, saya membuka mata saya lagi. Aku ingat. 'Anda menembak dia!' Saya bilang. 'Tidak,' orang tersenyum - dengan saya tersenyum! ' Anda menembak dirinya. Rencana ini berjalan sangat baik.' Saya mencoba untuk bangun, tapi itu sulit. 'Aku mencintainya,' Aku berkata, diam-diam. 'Saya, juga,' katanya. ' Tapi dia dengan Anda. Bertahun-tahun. Sekarang...' Dia tersenyum lagi dan melihat pistol. 'Apakah Anda berencana untuk menembak saya, terlalu?' Saya bilang. 27' Oh, tidak,' katanya. ' Saya katakan, Anda akan ke penjara. Mungkin ada, Anda akan memahami. Bagi saya, Susan sudah mati sebelum aku menembak dirinya. Sekarang dia mati untuk Anda, terlalu.' Ia datang kepadaku dan meletakkan tangannya di atas mulutku. Kemudian aku mendengar Mrs Brown di pintu. 'Apa yang Anda lakukan sana?' dia berteriak. ' Mfff.... mmwff!' Saya bilang. 'Aku menembak Susan!' orang menjawab bagi saya. ' Dan sekarang dia mati. Mati! MATI! Oh, Susan, aku menyesal!' 28'Di sana,' katanya. ' Sekarang dia akan telepon polisi. Dan mereka akan datang-untuk Anda!' Dia berjalan ke jendela dan melihat keluar. 'Ingat,' saya berkata. 'Kau punya wajah saya, terlalu.' 'Tidak untuk waktu yang lama,' katanya. Dengan ngeri, aku melihat dia perlahan-lahan mengambil topeng dari wajahnya. ' Sekarang ada hanya satu PeterReed lagi. Anda!' "Tapi..." ' Oh, dan satu hal lagi. Di sini Anda adalah....' Sebelum aku tahu itu, pistol berada di tanganku! ' Anda dapat memberikan kepada polisi ' dia tertawa. 29 Saya melihat pintu. Dibuka dan empat polisi masuk. Mereka memandang wanita mati. Mereka melihat pistol di tanganku. Polisi pertama berjalan ke saya. 'Anda datang dengan kami,' katanya. ' Aku tidak... Hal ini tidak... Aku tidak bisa....' Saya bilang. Aku tidak ingin pergi ke penjara. 'Datang dengan kami,' katanya lagi. ' Anda dapat berbicara kemudian. Kami punya sepanjang malam.' 30