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Source text - English Marmalade is a baked bean cat. I bet you've never met a baked bean cat before. If you have, it was probably Marmalade, because as far as I know, he's the only one in the whole wide World.
As you can probably guess, a baked bean cat is a very fussy cat. All baked bean cats ever eat is ... baked beans. Baked beans for breakfast, baked beans for lunch, baked beans for supper and baked beans for brunch - in fact, I don't think that Marmalade the baked bean cat has even tasted anything else except for baked beans - ever! Sometimes, when Marmalade is feeling peckish and wants a snack, he will sit by the sunny window, reading his newspaper (The Daily Purr, and yes, cats can read - it's a common myth that they don't). And, as well as all this, Marmalade is probably the laziest cat in the World too. He's so lazy that sometimes, he won't even get out of bed!
I have a tale to tell you about Marmalade. It's not a very nice one, so if you are at all squeamish, then you had better not read any further.
Ah! You are reading on! I take it that this means you are a very brave person - don't say I didn't warn you!
Marmalade lives in a very grand house. It's all very proper in there - purrfect for a baked bean cat. There is baked bean wallpaper in every room in the house which goes very nicely with the carpet which has a lovely baked bean pattern on it. The lamp in his sitting room is the shape of a baked bean, and the table is too. His lovely, comfortable, soft and squidgy favourite chair is also the shape of a baked bean ... the biggest baked bean in the World, in fact. In Marmalade's bedroom he has baked beans on his quilt and his bed is the shape of a huge, massive, enormous ... baked bean can. No matter where you go in Marmalade's house - there are baked beans everywhere.
One morning, at the end of autumn, Marmalade groggily got out of bed, yawned the biggest, loudest, widest yawn, put on his warm baked beans slippers and dragged himself towards the window. He drew back his baked bean curtains and smiled contentedly as he saw a light sprinkling of snow had landed in his garden overnight. "Good," he grumbled to himself "at least I won't have to cut the grass for a while". Marmalade mooched downstairs, still yawning and walked through to the kitchen. Guess what Marmalade was going to have for breakfast? Yes, baked beans of course!
< 2 >
Marmalade opened up his cupboard to get himself some baked beans and ... there were NO baked beans left! "Rats!" Marmalade muttered under his breath. "I'll have to go out in that horrible, freezing, icy weather and get some more baked beans. Double rats!"
Lucky for Marmalade, in his garden was a tree. This tree was a very special tree because on its long, thick, strong branches grew something very special. Can you guess? Baked beans of course! More beans than you could ever possibly imagine. There were enough baked beans for Marmalade to feed for a month. When the baked beans got picked, the tree would just grow some more.
So, reluctantly, Marmalade put on his boots, scarf, hat and a very warm coat. He went outside and trudged slowly through the snow to his baked bean tree, or to where his baked bean tree normally stood. Marmalade stood and stared, for instead of the lovely big strong baked bean tree, was a hole. No tree and no baked beans. Marmalade rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things, but when he looked again, the tree still wasn't there.
"Well! Where is my tree? I must have baked beans, and I won't go to the shops to get them. I want my baked beans and I want them now" he shouted and stomped around the garden like a little human boy.
So, Marmalade decided to go for a walk to see if he could find his tree. He didn't like walking anywhere very much, but if he didn't have a tree, then he wouldn't have baked beans, because he was FAR too lazy to go to the shops for his beans, and besides, they just didn't taste the same if they were store bought. Marmalade was such a snob!
Marmalade walked down his path, angry that his tree had disappeared like that. He walked to the end of his street where he met Dougbert. Dougbert was a friendly alley cat.
"Hello, Marmalade. What's the matter? You look angry." Dougbert asked.
"My baked bean tree is missing. Have you seen it?" Marmalade grunted in reply.
"No, Marmalade, I haven't. Why has it gone? Have you been watering it properly?" Dougbert replied.
"I never water my tree. That's far too much work." Marmalade said, and with that he gave a 'humph' and walked off, with his head high in the air, swishing his tail around like he didn't have a care in the World.
< 3 >
As Marmalade walked around the corner, he came to the grocery shop. Now, they sold baked beans in there, but Marmalade never bought them from here - his own beans from his special tree were far better. Roger, the Tomcat was working in the shop.
"Hello, Marmalade! Why do you look so sad?" Roger asked.
"My baked bean tree has gone missing and I don't know why. Have you seen it anywhere?" Marmalade demanded.
"Well, no, I haven't. Have you been looking after it properly, by weeding it regularly?"
"Why should I bother weeding around my tree? I'm too busy. That's far too much work." Marmalade said angrily and with that he gave a 'humph' and walked off, with his head high in the air, swishing his tail around like he didn't have a care in the World.
Marmalade continued walking, always looking for his tree. Soon he came to the bus stop where Terrance the tabby cat was standing waiting for the number 49 bus that goes into town.
"Hello Marmalade. You don't look very happy. What ever is the matter with you?" Terrance asked very politely.
"I'm looking for my baked bean tree. It seems to have gone missing and I don't know why. I don't suppose that you have seen it anywhere?" Marmalade asked, getting rather annoyed.
"No, I haven't." replied Terrance, "Have you been feeding it plant food and fertiliser to keep it strong and healthy?"
"Bah!" said Marmalade "Why should I bother doing things like that? It's only a tree, and besides, trees are strong enough too look after themselves. I don't have time to do that sort of thing. That's far too much work" and with that he gave a 'humph' and walked off, with his head high in the air, swishing his tail around like he didn't have a care in the World.
By now Marmalade had almost decided to walk back home when he came to the park. The park was very big and there were lots of exciting things to do there.
Leaning on the entrance to the gate was Bernard the boss cat. Bernard, as you can probably guess by his name was the boss of all the cats in the neighbourhood. Bernard always knew everything that was going on. Sometimes he even knew things were going to happen before they even happened!
< 4 >
"Hello, Marmalade. You do look ever so miserable. I hear that you've lost your baked bean tree." Bernard stated matter-of-factly.
"Yes, Bernard. Not that it is any of your business, but I have. I don't suppose you've seen it anywhere?" Marmalade asked.
"Actually, I think I have. But before I tell you, I think I should tell you that your baked bean tree isn't very happy."
"Humph!" Marmalade said. "Trees don't have feelings. Where is it?"
And with that, Bernard directed Marmalade to the pond, where he thought he had seen a very unhappy looking tree sitting on the park bench.
Marmalade didn't have to look for long, which was just as well seeing as he is the laziest cat in the Whole Wide World, and frankly, I don't think that he would have bothered looking for more than five minutes. Anyway, the baked bean tree was found by Marmalade sitting on an old park bench. He was hunched over, his head in his hands. He was crying. No, he was sobbing. His tears were huge, fat drops and they were pouring out of the tree's eyes. The tears fell into the pond, and as the minutes ticked by, the pond was getting deeper and deeper due to the fact that the tree simply WOULD NOT STOP CRYING! And can you really blame him?
"Um, hello tree." Marmalade said, a little awkwardly. "I've been looking for you absolutely everywhere!"
"Well, you've found me. You can go home now." Replied the tree.
Marmalade looked around, as if to check that no one else was there. He coughed a light cough; the type grown-ups do when they are trying to get someone's attention. He took a deep, deep breath and began to speak.
"I ... I ... I need you tree. You have the most wonderful beaked beans in the World. Come back. Please."
"Ha!" scoffed the tree; "Why on Earth do you think I would ever come back home with you? You are a horrible, mean, nasty, selfish, heartless, thoughtless ... cat. You just want me come home so that you can eat my wonderful baked beans. Well, I can tell you something - I shan't! You never feed me, you never water me, you never weed me, you never talk to me, and I can tell you that being a baked bean tree is a very lonely business - no-one ever wants to talk to you because of our unique ... um ... aroma."
< 5 >
Marmalade sighed. The tree was right. The other cats had been right. He had neglected it - his precious baked bean tree.
Anyhow, after much persuasion, Marmalade managed to talk the tree into coming back home. I think the tree didn't want to leave in the first place, but his disappearance certainly had got Marmalade's attention. So off they walked, paw in trunk, back home. Out of the park "Hello Bernard!", past the bus stop "Hello Terrance!" (Still waiting for the never-on-time-number-49), past the grocers "Hello Roger!" (Won't have to eat your baked beans - thank goodness), down the alley "Hello Dougbert" (go find another alley you nosy cat) and finally back home.
Now, months went by, and the tree was quite happy, living back in Marmalade's garden. And true to his word, Marmalade watered the tree, weeded the tree, fed the tree, and even went out sometimes just to talk to the tree. So, this is where the story ends ... or is it?
You see, I did warn you that this was not a very pleasant story, so if you want to find out the real ending, then read on, otherwise, stop right here.
Do you remember that Marmalade was a very lazy cat? Well, he was the World's laziest cat, and as you can well imagine, all this extra effort that he had to put into his tree was truly tiring. It was now the middle of winter and it was such hard work for Marmalade to go out and keep the tree happy. Besides that - it was very cold outside - far too cold for a lazy cat like Marmalade.
One day, at tea time, Celia, Marmalade's next door neighbour popped around to deliver a parcel that had been left at her house by mistake.
"Oh great!" Marmalade exclaimed, "Do come in, it's ever so cold outside. Have a cup of tea. I'm glad you came, I'm ever so hungry."
"But don't you eat baked beans from your tree, Marmalade?" Celia asked.
"Oh no, not anymore. You see, this parcel is my weekly delivery of Meatballs. I only ever eat meatballs now. These ones are the finest you can get. They're imported you know? No more baked beans for me! Do sit down next to me in front of my lovely, roaring, freshly cut baked bean log fire."
Translation - Indonesian Marmalade adalah seekor kucing kacang panggang. Saya yakin kamu pasti belum pernah bertemu dengan seekor kucing kacang panggang sebelumnya. Jika pernah, mungkin itu adalah Marmalade. Karena sepanjang pengetahuan saya, dia adalah satu-satunya di dunia ini.
Seperti yang mungkin sudah bisa kamu tebak, kucing kacang panggang adalah kucing yang sangat menyukai kacang panggang. Yang dimakan olehnya hanyalah…. kacang panggang. Ia memakannya untuk sarapan, makan siang, dan makan malam. Bahkan, saya pikir Marmalade si kucing kacang panggang tidak pernah mencicipi apapun juga selain kacang panggang, sekali pun tidak! Kadang, bila Marmalade sedang tidak bersemangat dan ingin makan makanan ringan, ia akan duduk di tepi jendela, membaca surat kabarnya (Harian Meong, dan ya, kucing bisa membaca – hanyalah sebuah mitos yang mengatakan mereka tidak bisa). Dan, sebagaimana hal-hal di atas, Marmalade juga mungkin merupakan kucing termalas di seluruh dunia. Dia sangat malas sampai-sampai terkadang ia tidak akan bangun dari tempat tidur!
Saya punya sebuah cerita tentang Marmalade. Ini bukan cerita yang menyenangkan jadi bila kamu mudah merasa mual, maka sebaiknya kamu tidak membaca lebih lanjut.
Ah! Kamu masih terus membaca! Saya beranggapan bahwa kamu adalah orang yang sangat berani – jangan katakan saya tidak memberi peringatan sebelumnya!
Marmalade tinggal di rumah yang sangat besar. Segala sesuatunya sangat sesuai di sana – sempurna untuk seekor kucing kacang panggang. Ada kertas dinding kacang panggang pada setiap ruangan dalam rumah yang sangat selaras dengan karpet bermotif kacang panggang yang sangat cantik. Lampu di ruangan duduknya berbentuk kacang panggang, dan mejanya juga. Kursi favoritnya yang cantik, nyaman, lembut, dan empuk juga berbentuk kacang panggang ... bahkan, kacang panggang yang terbesar di dunia. Di kamar tidur Marmalade terdapat kacang panggang pada seprainya dan tempat tidurnya berbentuk kaleng kacang panggang yang amat sangat besar. Ke mana pun kamu berjalan dalam rumah Marmalade, ada kacang panggang di setiap tempat.
Suatu pagi, pada akhir musim gugur, Marmalade turun dari tempat tidur dengan lemas, menguap selebar-lebarnya dan sekeras-kerasnya, memakai sendal kacang panggangnya yang hangat, dan menyeret dirinya menuju jendela. Dia membuka tirai kacang panggangnya dan tersenyum dengan puas saat dia melihat salju yang berbinar ringan mendarat di tamannya dalam semalam. "Bagus," gumamnya pada dirinya sendiri, "setidaknya aku tidak harus memotong rumput untuk sementara waktu." Marmalade berjalan dengan pikiran kosong ke lantai bawah, masih sambil menguap dia menuju dapur. Coba tebak apa yang akan dimakannya untuk sarapan? Ya, tentu saja kacang panggang!
Marmalade membuka lemarinya untuk mengambil kacang panggang dan ... TIDAK ada kacang panggang yang tersisa! "Tikus!" Marmalade menggerutu. "Aku harus pergi keluar dalam cuaca yang buruk, dingin, dan bersalju untuk mengambil kacang panggang. Dasar tikus!"
Untunglah, Marmalade memiliki sebuah pohon di halamannya. Pohon ini adalah pohon yang sangat istimewa karena batangnya yang panjang, tebal, dan kuat menumbuhkan sesuatu yang sangat istimewa. Bisakah kamu menebaknya? Tentu saja kacang panggang! Ada banyak sekali kacang panggang melebihi yang bisa kamu bayangkan. Cukup banyak untuk jatah makan Marmalade selama sebulan. Jika kacang panggangnya dipetik, pohon itu akan menumbuhkannya lagi.
Jadi, dengan enggan Marmalade memakai sepatu boots, syal, topi, dan jaketnya yang sangat hangat. Dia pergi keluar dan berjalan perlahan menembus salju menuju pohon kacang panggangnya, atau ke tempat di mana biasanya pohon kacangnya berdiri. Marmalade berdiri dan menatap lubang yang seharusnya merupakan tempat pohon kacang panggangnya yang cantik, besar, dan kuat. Tidak ada pohon dan tidak ada kacang panggang. Marmalade menggosok matanya untuk memastikan dia tidak sedang berhalusinasi, tetapi ketika dia melihat kembali, pohonnya masih tidak ada di sana.
"Jadi, di mana pohonku? Aku harus makan kacang panggang, dan aku tidak mau pergi ke toko untuk membelinya. Aku menginginkan kacang panggangku dan aku menginginkannya sekarang," dia berteriak dan menghentakkan kaki di sekeliling taman seperti bocah manusia.
Akhirnya, Marmalade memutuskan pergi berjalan-jalan untuk mencari tahu di mana pohonnya berada. Dia sebenarnya tidak suka pergi berjalan ke manapun, tapi jika dia tidak memiliki pohon, maka dia tidak bisa mendapatkan kacang panggang, karena dia JAUH lebih malas untuk pergi ke toko membeli kacang panggang, dan lagipula, kacang panggang yang dibeli dari toko tidak sama rasanya. Marmalade memang suka pilih-pilih.
Marmalade berjalan menyusuri jalan, marah karena pohonnya menghilang begitu saja. Dia berjalan sampai ke ujung jalan di mana dia bertemu Dougbert. Dougbert adalah kucing liar yang ramah.
"Halo, Marmalade. Ada apa? Kamu terlihat marah," Dougbert bertanya.
"Pohon kacang panggangku menghilang. Apakah kamu melihatnya?" Marmalade menjawab dengan suara rendah.
"Tidak, Marmalade. Aku tidak melihatnya. Mengapa dia menghilang? Apakah kamu sudah menyiraminya dengan teratur?" jawab Dougbert.
"Aku tidak pernah menyiram pohonku. Terlalu merepotkan," kata Marmalade sambil menghembuskan nafas '"Hmmph"' dan berjalan menjauh, dengan kepala ditegakkan tinggi, ekor digoyangkan seolah dia tidak peduli pada dunia ini.
Saat berjalan semakin jauh, sampailah Marmalade di toko kelontong. Sekarang mereka menjual kacang panggang, tetapi Marmalade tidak pernah membelinya dari sana – kacang panggang dari pohonnya jauh lebih baik. Roger, si kucing jantan, bekerja di toko itu.
"Halo, Marmalade! Mengapa kamu terlihat sangat sedih?" tanya Roger.
"Pohon kacang panggangku menghilang dan aku tidak tahu apa sebabnya. Apakah kamu melihatnya di suatu tempat?" tuntut Marmalade.
"Tidak, aku tidak melihatnya. Apakah kamu sudah merawatnya dengan baik, dengan menyianginya secara teratur?"
"Mengapa aku harus repot-repot menyiangi rumput di sekitar pohonku. Aku terlalu sibuk. Hal seperti itu terlalu merepotkan." kata Marmalade dengan marah, dan dengan perkataannya itu dia menghembuskan nafas "Hmmph" dan berjalan pergi, dengan kepala ditegakkan tinggi, ekor digoyangkan seolah dia tidak peduli pada dunia ini.
Marmalade terus berjalan mencari pohonnya. Tidak berapa lama dia tiba di halte bus tempat Terrance si kucing betina sedang berdiri menunggu bus nomor 49 yang menuju kota.
"Halo, Marmalade. Kamu tidak terlihat senang. Ada yang terjadi denganmu?" Terrance bertanya dengan sopan.
"Aku sedang mencari pohon kacang panggangku. Dia menghilang dan aku tidak tahu sebabnya. Kurasa kamu tidak melihatnya di mana pun?" tanya Marmalade yang merasa sedikit kesal.
"Tidak, aku tidak melihatnya." jawab Terrance, "Apakah kamu sudah memberinya makanan tumbuhan dan pupuk supaya dia tetap kuat dan sehat?"
"Bah!" kata Marmalade, "Untuk apa aku repot-repot melakukannya? Dia hanya sebuah pohon. Lagipula, pohon cukup kuat untuk menjaga diri mereka sendiri. Aku tidak punya waktu untuk melakukan hal seperti itu. Terlalu merepotkan." Dan dengan kata-kata itu dia menghembuskan nafas "Hmmph" dan berjalan pergi, dengan dengan kepala ditegakkan tinggi, ekor digoyangkan seolah dia tidak peduli pada dunia ini.
Saat ini Marmalade sudah hampir memutuskan untuk pulang ke rumah ketika dia tiba di taman. Taman itu sangat besar dan ada berbagai hal menarik yang dapat dilakukan di sana.
Bernard si bos kucing sedang bersandar pada gerbang masuk. Bernard, seperti yang mungkin sudah bisa kautebak dari namanya, adalah pemimpin seluruh kucing di wilayah tersebut. Bernard selalu tahu apa saja yang sedang tejadi. Kadang-kadang dia bahkan tahu hal-hal yang akan terjadi sebelum mereka benar-benar terjadi.
"Halo, Marmalade. Kamu terlihat sangat sengsara. Aku dengar kamu kehilangan pohon kacang panggangmu." Bernard memberikan pernyataan.
"Ya, Bernard. Ini bukan urusanmu tapi aku telah kehilangan pohonku. Aku rasa kamu tidak melihatnya di mana pun?" tanya Marmalade.
"Sebenarnya aku melihatnya. Tapi sebelum aku memberitahu di mana dia, kupikir aku harus mengatakan padamu bahwa pohon kacang panggangmu tidak merasa senang."
"Hmmph!" kata Marmalade, "Pohon tidak punya perasaan. Di mana dia?"
Dan dengan kata-kata itu, Bernard mengarahkan Marmalade ke danau, di mana dia berpikir telah melihat pohon yang terlihat sangat tidak bahagia duduk di bangku taman.
Marmalade tidak harus mencari lama-lama, tentu saja dengan melihat kenyataan bahwa dia adalah kucing termalas di seluruh dunia, dan sejujurnya, kupikir dia tidak akan mau repot-repot mencari selama lebih dari lima menit. Bagaimanapun, Marmalade menemukan pohon kacang panggang sedang duduk di bangku taman yang tua. Dia membungkuk, tangan menutupi kepalanya. Dia menangis. Tidak, dia terisak. Air mata yang besar menetes dari mata pohonnya. Air mata itu jatuh ke danau dan seiring berjalannya waktu, danau tersebut menjadi bertambah dalam dan semakin dalam karena pohon itu TIDAK MAU BERHENTI MENANGIS! Dan bisakah kamu menyalahkannya?
"Um, halo pohon," kata Marmalade, sedikit canggung, "Aku sudah mencarimu ke mana-mana!"
"Ya, kamu sudah menemukanku. Kamu boleh pulang sekarang," jawab pohon.
Marmalade melihat sekitarnya, seakan-akan memastikan tidak ada orang lain di sana. Dia batuk kecil, tipe batuk yang dilakukan orang dewasa saat mereka berusaha mendapatkan perhatian seseorang. Dia menarik nafas dalam-dalam, lalu mulai berbicara.
"Aku ... aku ... aku membutuhkanmu, pohon. Kamu memiliki kacang panggang terenak di seluruh dunia. Pulanglah. Kumohon."
"Ha!" pohon berkata mengejek, "Untuk apa aku mau kembali ke rumah denganmu? Kamu adalah kucing yang buruk, kejam, egois, tidak punya hati, tidak punya pemikiran. Kamu hanya ingin aku pulang supaya kamu bisa makan kacang panggangku yang enak. Kuberi tahu padamu – aku tidak akan pulang! Kamu tidak pernah memberiku makan, kamu tidak pernah menyiramiku, kamu tidak pernah menyiangiku, kamu tidak pernah bicara padaku, dan aku bisa memberitahumu bahwa menjadi pohon kacang panggang bisa membuatmu sangat kesepian – tidak ada yang mau bicara padamu karena aromamu yang ... um ... unik."
Marmalade menghela nafas. Pohon itu benar. Kucing-kucing yang lain benar. Dia sudah menelantarkan pohon kacang panggangnya yang berharga.
Bagaimanapun, sesudah berusaha membujuknya, Marmalade berhasil mengajak pohonnya pulang ke rumah. Saya pikir pada awalnya pohon itu tidak mau pergi, tapi peristiwa kehilangan pohonnya sudah mendapatkan perhatian Marmalade. Jadi mereka berjalan, bergandengan antara cakar dengan batang pohon, pulang ke rumah. Melewati taman "Halo, Bernard!", melewati halte bus "Halo, Terrance!" (masih menunggu bus nomor 49 yang tidak pernah tepat waktu), melewati toko kelontongan "Halo, Roger!" (syukurlah tidak harus membeli kacang panggang darimu), menuruni jalan depan rumah "Halo Dougbert" (carilah tempat lain, kucing tukang ikut campur), dan akhirnya sampai di rumah.
Sekarang, beberapa bulan sudah berlalu, dan si pohon kacang panggang cukup bahagia kembali tinggal di taman Marmalade. Sesuai dengan janjinya, Marmalade menyirami, menyiangi, dan memberi makan pohonnya, dan bahkan kadang-kadang ia pergi keluar untuk berbicara dengannya. Jadi, di sinilah cerita berakhir ... benarkah?
Begini, saya sudah memperingatkanmu sebelumnya bahwa ini bukan cerita yang menyenangkan, jadi bila kamu ingin mengetahui akhir cerita yang sebenarnya, bacalah terus, bila tidak, berhentilah di sini.
Ingatkah kamu bahwa Marmalade adalah kucing yang sangat malas? Yah, dia adalah kucing termalas di dunia, dan seperti yang bisa kamu bayangkan, seluruh usaha yang harus dia kerahkan untuk pohonnya sangatlah melelahkan. Sekarang sedang pertengahan musim dingin dan bagi Marmalade butuh usaha yang sangat keras untuk pergi keluar dan menjaga pohonnya tetap bahagia. Lagipula, di luar sangat dingin, terlalu dingin untuk kucing pemalas seperti Marmalade.
Suatu hari, pada waktu minum teh, Celia, tetangga sebelah rumah Marmalade, muncul untuk mengantarkan parsel yang ditinggalkan di rumahnya karena salah alamat.
"Oh, bagus!" Marmalade berseru, "Masuklah, di luar sangat dingin. Minumlah secangkir teh. Aku senang kamu datang, aku sangat lapar."
"Tapi bukankah kamu makan kacang panggang dari pohonmu, Marmalade?" tanya Celia.
"Oh, tidak, sudah tidak lagi. Kamu lihat, parsel ini adalah antaran baso mingguanku. Aku hanya makan baso sekarang. Yang ini adalah yang terbaik yang bisa kamu dapatkan. Mereka diimpor, kamu tahu? Aku tidak lagi makan kacang pangang! Duduklah di sebelahku sini, di depan perapian dari kayu kacang panggang yang segar, cantik, dan menyala indah."