ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
The Rain Story 1

Every time I look in the mirror, the beauty of dawn still looms in the rainbow of my eyes. When the dawn sky still enveloped the Kuantan Valley, a crescent-shaped moon scratched in the face of the creek. The steady flow of the Kuantan River casts the shadow of the moon on its surface surging, until the fishing boat comes, the shadow of the moon splits in two, washed away by fishing boats that rise between the two bridges.

Dad bought me a motorbike.

At the end of High School, Dad bought me a motorcycle. Unlike other people's single children who had been bought by their father for a long time on a motorcycle, I had never gotten one before. And I never asked my father, I knew the economic condition of my father, a civil servant who would retire young. Therefore if there is

afternoon activities at school, and the oplet between the two cities no longer operated so I stayed at the High School stop, last and alone, sitting waiting for my father to come pick me up. I waited for my father's shadow, looking back and forth. I waited for my father's shadow with his old motorbike. Dad picked me up.

High School days are soon over if I just pass the last wall, the wall of the 2008 national exam. The inaugural national exam with 6 subject exams, namely Indonesian, English, Mathematics, plus IPA, Biology, Chemistry and Physics subjects from IPA majors, UN is more horrendous than last year. The various strategies are set by each one involved. Starting from the preparation period, afternoon lessons, and,

breakthrough on tutoring, studying together at home friends. Until the strategy in H day, the halal and the haram. The right way and the right way

not allowed.

And the SMA period is coming to an end, soon.

High School is a place of learning. A place to grow and develop as part of the learning process to shape our character today. In High School we received lessons from

at 7:30 AM local time until 14:00 AM local time, for six more hours excluding travel time there. Round it six hours, so we have spent a quarter of the time God has given us in one day. Then when we sleep, the average High School kid sleeps at 10 and

wake up at 4, just round six hours then remaining 12 hours that can be used for other activities throughout. The remaining time is the time at 15:00 WIB until 18:00 WIB, meaning from ashar to maghrib, the rest is study time at school. Most of the time we spend here, in High School.

I love Biology because I studied at IPA, in this department I studied science about nature. About the creation of God in the expanse of the earth, which became a medium of learning over all the wisdom that is in them, for example matter, everything that has mass and occupies space. There is also something that has no mass but also occupies space,

sometimes the space in the human heart, that is a creature that is invisible to the eye that is present in the manifestation of energy. But there is also a creature that has no mass and has no space, it can shrink and expand but does not

it never runs out because he's the one who spends what's there except the one who holds it, you know what the creature is?

He is a time, an inexhaustible being, exhausted is an opportunity given by time to us to change the future. Time is an obedient creature

to its creator, it never returns, unless you ask the Creator the time to return it, it could be. If that is the case, I will pray that time can come again, give a second chance to change destiny, go back to High School to learn again, if tomorrow is not what I want.

In High School I sacrificed a lot of my playing time to study. While my friends

playing ball, when they are dating, when all pass the days with joy. I actually went through it with full struggle in education because obsessed with wanting to bring family life to be better. I don't have time to do anything else to make my mind come true.

The sun disc slowly dissipates the cold in the air content. Sinarasnya

like a grace that turns mist into dew. I'm through the thick of dew

on my way to school, the lamp of my future. To me, school is like a ray of light that turns the hardships, sorrows, and wounds in the mist of my life into the dew of a clear and soothing future.

It's my last day of school. Graduation day. This is the last day I wear a uniform

ash-ash SMA. This is the last day I count after I moved to school. It was the day I threw the toga hat at

the sky above the High School on the Hill.

the first day with the ceremonial kicking tailman when MOS in High School on the Hill first. I went to school for the last time. There was a sad atmosphere at our simple farewell event. We third graders were silent about what

which has been going on for three short years. We reflect on what will happen for the years we will live after the High School period has passed. We're gonna go. We'll split up.

Goodbye to Kuantan Bay. SMA bye bye. Mother teacher goodbye. My friend goodbye. We're gonna go. I'll be leaving soon.

***

 We were all third graders lined up, shaking hands with our teachers, angels of science, in the middle of the school field. Form a circle. We rotate together while chanting the song of the eternal offering. Hymne Teacher.

Praise be to you, teacher

Your name will always live in my heart

All your filial deeds I will engrave in my heart

As my thank you inscription

Your devotion

You are the lamp inside

gloom

You are like the dew of the coolers in thirst

You are patriots heroes of the nation

Unmarked

My tears fell, and so did our teachers. They are our father and mother in

school, her tears first fell in my last greeting. Thank you, Teacher. Thank You, Teacher. I wrote a poem in the sea of my heart.

Goodbye Kuantan Rinduku Bay

I'm gonna go

Distant

***