Langit Jakarta terlihat cerah tanpa awan di hari Waisak itu.

The sky over Jakarta appeared clear and cloudless on that Waisak day.

Udara terasa kering, khas musim kemarau, ketika Rizki dan Sari melangkah memasuki Galeri Nasional Indonesia.

The air felt dry, typical of the dry season, as Rizki and Sari stepped into the Galeri Nasional Indonesia (National Gallery of Indonesia).

Aroma dupa dan bunga teratai menyambut mereka, menambahkan suasana damai.

The scent of incense and lotus flowers greeted them, enhancing the serene atmosphere.

Di luar, perayaan Waisak terasa syahdu dengan pawai lentera dan alunan genta.

Outside, the Waisak celebrations felt solemn with a lantern parade and the ringing of bells.

Rizki, seorang penggemar seni yang antusias, berjalan pelan menyusuri lorong-lorong galeri.

Rizki, an enthusiastic art lover, walked slowly through the gallery's corridors.

Jiwanya penuh keraguan akan keputusan yang baru-baru ini diambilnya.

His heart was filled with doubts about the decision he'd recently made.

Di sebelahnya, Sari, teman lama yang sarat kenangan, tengah bergulat dengan dilema mengenai masa lalunya sendiri.

Next to him was Sari, an old friend laden with memories, who was grappling with her own dilemmas about her past.

Keduanya pernah berbagi momen berarti yang kini menjadi rahasia di antara mereka.

They had once shared significant moments, now a secret between them.

Mereka terhenti di depan sebuah lukisan besar yang baru dipajang di galeri itu.

They stopped in front of a large painting newly displayed in the gallery.

Lukisan itu tampak kontroversial; pemandangan abstraknya menggambarkan dua siluet dengan latar belakang merah menyala, seakan bertikai dalam kehampaan.

The painting appeared controversial; its abstract scene depicted two silhouettes against a blazing red background, as if in conflict in a void.

Rizki menatapnya dengan alis mengerut.

Rizki stared at it with furrowed eyebrows.

Rasanya ada yang istimewa pada lukisan itu.

There was something special about the painting.

Seolah-olah, ada sesuatu yang menyinggung sebuah rahasia besar yang terpendam di antara mereka.

It seemed to touch upon a great secret buried between them.

"Iini aneh sekali," kata Rizki, suaranya bergetar sedikit.

"This is so strange," said Rizki, his voice trembling slightly.

"Lukisan ini... seperti menceritakan sesuatu yang kita tahu."

"This painting... it's like it tells something we know."

Sari mengangguk pelan, wajahnya berubah tegang.

Sari nodded slowly, her face turning tense.

Dia tahu apa yang dimaksud oleh Rizki.

She knew what Rizki meant.

Sebuah insiden di masa lalu yang mereka sembunyikan rapat dari dunia.

An incident from their past that they had kept tightly hidden from the world.

Rizki akhirnya memutuskan bahwa saatnya membicarakan sesuatu yang telah lama terpendam.

Rizki finally decided it was time to talk about what had long been buried.

"Sari," Rizki menghela napas, "kita tidak bisa terus-menerus mengabaikannya.

"Sari," Rizki sighed, "we can't keep ignoring it.

Mungkin ini tanda dari alam semesta."

Maybe this is a sign from the universe."

Sari menatap Rizki dengan tatapan bimbang, namun dalam dirinya ada dorongan untuk menghadapi ketidakpastian.

Sari looked at Rizki with indecisive eyes, yet within her, there was an urge to face uncertainty.

"Baiklah, Rizki, tapi aku khawatir tentang hasil akhirnya."

"Alright, Rizki, but I'm worried about the outcome."

Percakapan mereka segera berubah menjadi pertengkaran sengit.

Their conversation quickly turned into a heated argument.

Suara rendah bercampur dengan bisikan pengunjung galeri lainnya.

Low voices mixed with the whispers of other gallery visitors.

Rizki dan Sari berdebat di depan lukisan itu, mengeluarkan emosi dan rahasia yang lama terkubur.

Rizki and Sari argued in front of the painting, releasing emotions and long-buried secrets.

"Saat itu kita masih muda," desah Sari, air mata mengambang di pelupuk matanya.

"We were so young then," sighed Sari, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Kita membuat kesalahan."

"We made mistakes."

"Ya, tapi mungkin kita bisa menemukan kedamaian," jawab Rizki, nada suaranya lembut.

"Yes, but maybe we can find peace," replied Rizki, his tone gentle.

"Kita berdua layak untuk merasa damai."

"We both deserve to feel at peace."

Debu sejarah perlahan-lahan jatuh, dan ketegangan mulai mencair.

The dust of history slowly settled, and the tension began to dissolve.

Dalam keheningan galeri yang penuh cermin budaya Indonesia, mereka mencapai pemahaman yang sulit.

In the silence of the gallery filled with the mirrors of Indonesian culture, they reached a difficult understanding.

Tidak sempurna, namun cukup untuk melanjutkan hidup.

Not perfect, but enough to move on.

Akhirnya, mereka setuju untuk melepaskan masa lalu.

Finally, they agreed to let go of the past.

Tidak lagi sebagai beban yang menghalangi langkah ke depan, tetapi sebagai pelajaran yang membentuk mereka.

No longer as a burden that hindered their steps forward, but as a lesson that shaped them.

Rizki belajar menerima, sementara Sari menemukan keberanian untuk melihat masa depan tanpa bayang-bayang penghakiman lampau.

Rizki learned to accept, while Sari found the courage to look toward the future without the shadows of past judgment.

Keduanya melangkah keluar dari galeri, ke dalam cahaya matahari siang Jakarta.

They stepped out of the gallery into the midday Jakarta sunlight.

Di antara hiruk-pikuk perayaan Waisak, mereka merasa sedikit lebih lega, membuka jalan yang baru dengan hati yang jauh lebih ringan.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the Waisak celebration, they felt a little more relieved, paving a new path with much lighter hearts.