ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Story of Rain 2
Late April 2008
I returned home in a white gray uniform that was still clean and tidy. No records and
yippee-hura. I went home in the same shape as when I went to school. But my feelings were not the same as when I left school. I'm worried. I've never felt this good before. It was like I was in a sugarcane field, like I was in an iron joint. I left a time that would never come back and immediately jumped into another time. A leap of struggle, step by step of life. Life is an unrelenting struggle.
The high school graduation moment I was going to.
The day I've been counting since I moved to school. I waited as if all the pain and hard things would go away, turning into happiness. But it's not, it's not. I will continue to fight, because life is a struggle
stoppage.
I didn't take pictures with friends, camera phones were something that was rare back then. Me too
not eating with friends. As soon as the graduation number is announced, I want to go home. No goodbye hugs or just shaking hands. If you miss it, we also do not have a social network. Social relations on the Internet were still common in 2008. A cell phone number, I don't have a cell phone. Only the name and address we remember, if only we go home or someday we can meet at a later time.
Good bye, friend.
Goodbye to competition. Life is competition.
Compete comrades in any hemisphere the struggle continues.
We split up, completely separated. Only for those who promise to continue their education together. Promise to be back together again to follow the guidance of studying in the same city. Pekanbaru or Padang. For the
having graduated from PBUD, Regional Superior Seed Admission will soon follow matriculation education at state universities in Java.
Where will life continue ?
Where will you continue your education?
Questions that will surely echo in the hearts of every High School child throughout the country of Indonesia, not only
in 2008 but every high school kid who graduated from school every year graduated.
I can't wait for my heart to get home, I'm worried. I miss you and I miss you. Arriving at home I went into the living room, it turned out that Father and Mother had been there. They're waiting for me. I salute haru.
“ Where will tutoring?” Ask Dad.
“ Padang's. Yah” said. Because I think quite a lot of Kuantan's kids are going to college in Padang City. Besides Padang has a beach with such beautiful twilight.
“ Then tomorrow morning go there”
“Good Well,” My answer is like an army that is always ready for the task of its commander. Though I still
stilted. With whom will stay in Padang, looking for costs, looking for a good place of tutoring, right?, for the sake of mind.
“Iya Well. Yes Mak. Pray for your son”
“Amin..”
“Hopefully later can pass medis”
“Medicine in public university.” Repeat dad again.
That night I packed up to go to Padang. The distance between padang and Kuantan Bay is taken by bus in 7 hours.
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Name's Suryadi. I called him enough with Adi, not Surya, since SD I called him that. I happen to live with him in one village, his house is not so far from my house. If my house is by the highway, then he's further into the garden. And it just so happened that he also wanted to study at a state university. Coincidentally we were united by one goal, following the tutelage of studying in Padang. So I went with him to Padang, the first time. We took a crowded bus. We were halfway through the trip. One passenger disembarked and the other aimed for Padang. One empty bench. I sit. I then shared it with Adi. Me and Adi share in the narrowness..
We smiled with relief. Heart feels airy.
“Huuh “ I exhale laugh to him.
“This is the struggle “ He said as he flanked a full backpack and a single tote bag
contains clothing. I am too, same. And now, by each bag we carry, it feels like the burden of travel on the face of the earth is so heavy.
Padang, I have arrived. The turn of the road in Sitinjau Lauik is like a snake wrapped around cliffs
the abyss, I've been through. From the mountains to the coast, from the cool mountain air to the hot coast, I travel for the sake of the mind.
If at that time there was a google map at that time and from the sky my trip in the zoom, of course I was walking distance from Pasar Raya Padang
to Jalan Bandar Purus is 2 km. Along the way we walked around looking for a cost. The test of life is not walking but carrying a bag.
“ Liel broke up..” Adi said informing me that the bag I was holding on the right hand of the rope had been severed.
While the left hand carrying the box, on the back was a backpack.
“Yes my hands are very sore ” I replied, then we sat resting in the shady housing section.
Sweat on the forehead. The clothes had been wet by the hot air of Padang around 2 pm.
“Adi your feet wound.” I saw Adi's leg hurt by his flip-flops that were too hard or either too
a long walk around the residential complex around our tutoring place.
Every now and then we stop at a house suspected of boarding, ask for prices, weigh the suitable price, if it does not fit in the heart then we walk back. Understandably, the cost owner knows that the child who hires in the framework of tutoring is only temporary. Therefore the price is drawn more than usual. Therefore the cost is difficult to match the size of the economy I am with Adi, with my savings prediction for tuition fees. But by late afternoon we should
get costs. Rest tonight.
There's a bridge around the intersection. In the center of Padang City people are so creative to use
his field. The road gutter is made very large, even the size can accommodate a car if splashed into it. The sewer was made a place
selling by people. There was a small stall made by erecting the boards above the gutter, where we rested.
The owner of the stall was a middle-aged mother.
“From kampuang?” Ask the mother.
“Iyo Buk”
“Those bimbles on the Back Road of Olo?”
“Ooh, already dapek kos?” Ask back.
“Mother has a boarding place behind”
“Iyo ?”
“Iyo is still empty.”
“You see ?”
“Lecture Buk.” Answer me and Adi in unison. We are excited to hear empty words. Usually low demand will offer a price that is not so high.
From Jalan Bandar Purus we followed the mother walking towards a large and magnificent building. I once thought that the big building was the cost he meant. Apparently not, there is a narrow gap between the two buildings. Fit for one body through it. And it turns out that behind the big building there are narrow housing-houses, and,
also alleyways with simple terraced houses. And we got to
a small and ordinary house.
“ Cost is here” Appoint the mother. He's headed to the side of the house. We entered a door.
We walked through the dark alleys. I shuddered into it. The rooms in the corridor were dark. All rooms are empty. At the end was a beam of light from above, from the stairs. There's stairs.
“Don't-don't be haunted liel. “ Bye Adi.
“Ah, don't think about it first.”
It turns out beyond suspicion. At the back of the house is an upper room. There are two rooms in
the top. The upper rooms are hidden by large buildings. Position which
secret.
“The room below is nothing to fill” Obviously the Mother.
“Padahan used to be crowded”
“Why bu?”
“You saw earlier the walls below were cracked by last year's earthquake.”
“No money yet to renovate. Especially the people next door, want to make a high-rise” complained Mother.
“Oh so bu.”
“That's how it is, you guys are just above.”
“How Much is Bu ?”
“Four Hundred Thousand” Reply is priced at Rp 400,000.00 for 2008.
“Mmm...” I'm staring at Adi. The cost price for this class room is Rp 150,000.00. If filled both of us then the total cost is Rp 300,000, 00.
One third more expensive than usual.
“Day to night Liel” Adi said. I realize it's night.
“Ya ” I see room condition. Quite spacious when filled both, the size is 3x4 meters, without carpet, without carpet,
without curtains, without lights.
“Can be cheaper Bu?” I bid.
“How much can it be?” The mother asked me where my offer was.
“Three Hundred Thousand.“ My answer.
“No. Three Hundred and Seventy Thousand Just A Month.” The answer. Then Mother Kos continued, “
for the next month when not full can be calculated per week.” An advantage he gave.
“Ooo”
“Liel ?“ Ask Adi.
“Good.” We agree with the price of Rp 370,000, 00/Month plus the next two weeks Rp 185,000, 00
paid later.
We finally agreed to this deal. We rented the room closest to
ladders. The reason is that there is only one bathroom, downstairs, on the dark lower floor and full of empty rooms.
So that twilight we took royong to clean our new room. Room that has been a year no occupants. Mom equipped us with carpet. In the light of the twilight sun
we patted the carpet. Dust scattering. We sweep the floor and also wipe the glass. Lastly we also bought a lamp for the illumination of a night study, when night came we studied - and learned the plan.
Our room is now neat. The old carpet gave our mother boarding a pedestal with a long cloth brought from the village. The luggage has been neatly arranged. The pillow is not there, we replace it with a bag containing clothes. Be our resting place tonight after having had the most tired day of life
our. Two young people who first went to town.
But unfortunately that night, it didn't go according to our plan. Costs that have not been rented by people for a long time
that, has a lot of bullies. They came to disturb us after nightfall. Who are these bullies ?
Creatures from another realm ?
Nope. They sucked our blood. A Drakulakah ?
Nope. That thing is a mosquito. So I fought with Adi against the army of mosquitoes. Each time the mosquito is patted, it leaves red dots on our palms.
We splashed it against the wall. Adi had a brilliant idea. He scratched the blood on the wall into a form of red writing.
“SHOULD YOU GO OR DIE “