ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
The Dusk City Limit 1
Me and Adi have been exposed to our cosant dio. A simple room where we chase the future. I
smiling looking at our message to the mosquitoes. Since the bloody message was written on the wall no more mosquitoes came. Unless the door is opened at night. Any time the mosquito can read it. Reading human letters.
We also have Jamil. It's from payakumbuh. He studied me the same
like Ikhsan. Today tutoring off.we take advantage of the time by learning from this morning. Now we are exhausted, lying down for a rest
afternoons.
Jamil was standing next to me. It's a little far from Adi. Adi doesn't like him because he smokes. While I have been used to understand cigarette smoke, because there used to be oplet passengers who exhaled cigarette smoke on me along the oplet majoring Jambi-Kuantan Bay. Adi said to Jamil, “Better you Mil, buy bread than cigarettes, full your stomach !!” I was shocked to hear it.
The three of us were tired and were about to sleep. Suddenly there was the sound of feet going upstairs. Costumers
come check our activities.
“Wah... Did not study for Sipenmaru test preparation?” Ask. He misunderstood us sleeping. Sipenmaru means referring to the history of SPMB, Student Admission Selection
New that started from Skalu, around the 70s, then changed the name to Sipenmaru, then UMPTN, then SPMB, no matter what the name again this year.
“Oh instead of Bu”
“We finished learning.”
We all stand. No intention of sleeping anymore. Tired of us being erased by spirit. Remember the old people in the village.
“ Oh.. yes ?, Please continue. Mom's down again. If you want to cook on the bottom floor there is a stove
not in use” Message. Then we all went out of the room. Sitting on the fencebalcony, second floor terrace. The view is only the roofs of the building that are exposed to sunlight are increasingly leaning to the west. Our eyes looked far west at the sun, which was about to disappear behind the sea, behind the earth.
The three of us were perched on the side of the balcony. The twilight breeze blew refreshed the body, entering the boarding door all the way inside. But not entirely because our vents were covered with newspapers, some mosquito nets. Since it was closed so mosquitoes no longer go to the cost, our short stop. As a result, the room became
getting hot. Draining sweat on the body. Air circulation is disrupted.
How many high school kids are there like us in Indonesia ? Indonesian education production in 2008. What will our competition look like ?. Here we perched far away there are about 390,000 prospective new students who will be our competitors. I think so.
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The time has become the resolve of the heart
Space and time mean nothing
By the unlimited speed of technology
Electromagnetic waves also carry the character of love
Crossing the earth sheet
Missing language however complex it must be understandable
I already own a cell phone, a lux item in 2008. I bought it from that savings
still remaining. Because I know that communication is important for those separated by distance. Mobile as a genealogy tool for me to share news with Father and Mother, treat longing. And we were able to unite each other with hope, looking for a point of equilibrium between reality and expectations for the choice of college study program that I would choose.
I'm calling the village.
“Assalammualaikum.”
There's Mom's voice from my phone speaker.
“Walaikum greetings. Maks. “
“Emak and Dad healthy ?”
“Alhamdulillah we are healthy. How is it steady to take medicine ?” Ask Mom to the point.
“Mak.It feels too risky to take medicine in Padang”
“Why ?”
“The result of my try out was never until Mak” I tried to make my Mom understand that competition is so difficult. The world is not around Kuantan.
“If in Pekanbaru ?”
“So how should it be ?” My mother handed the decision to me.
“ Test from IPA there are two options. What if the second choice we fill the study program with the possibility of a large extension. For example science teacher ?” I expressed my strategy to Mom.
“Emak leave it to you. How about Dad ?” Ask Mom.
“Stay select medis” Dad pick up phone.
“But too risky Yah.”
“In which medicine you can pass”
“In Aceh Yah, on the tip of Sumatra.” My answer. So oral mention the word Aceh. Shown in my eyes the area of military operations until the tsunami wave three years ago. Then the shadow of a peace treaty in Helsinski, Finland two years ago. The land where Cannabis Sativa thrives on hard-to-reach mountains was reported by a National TV reporter.
“Di Banda Aceh.”
“ Yes Yes Yes. The quotas given are quite large. A place so far away at the tip of Sumatra, at the western end
Indonesia makes the competition not so difficult Yah.”
“Choose it Nak.”
“The other option is ?” I asked Dad for advice on other options.
“Select medicine in Padang.”
“Difficult Well. How about the others.”
“No one else. Father please.” I was still hearing Dad's plea. My whole life I've never begged. The heart of which child shall not be broken, the heart of which child
she would not be touched if her parents pleaded.
“Too risky. How about failing?” I'm anxious. I try to explain how risky that choice is. The cost would have been huge if I hadn't graduated from a state university. I'm trying to pull Dad's dream like pulling a kite thread so as not to fly breezed into the clouds.
“If it fails we will try private. Dad cana” Dad assured me.
“Dad ...,” I said.
“Daddy will sell land, our garden” Voice Daddy hoarse. While I was still stuck again. I'm riveted
by the hammer of the burden of father's dreams. I'm the only boy who should be a doctor. No other father's child can fulfill his dream.
Just me.
“ Well Well.” Then I followed Dad's choice. Follows
the choice of parents by chanting prayers may the choice of parents bring
blessings.
“InsyaAllah I will try”. My answer. I have to make a definite decision at the end of the guidance
study, approach the test later.
“Dad pray.”
“Where is Mom?”
“Yes. How ?” Ask Mom. He took the phone from Dad.
“I'll try Mak. What about Mom?”
“Emak always follows your father from the beginning”
“Alright Mak. I'll take state medicine. Pray for me Mom , Daddy”. I asked for a prayer at the end of our conversation on the phone. I'm far away in the desert, west side of Sumatra. Whereas
father and mother are far away in the middle of Sumatra.
I have no other choice. Seen me putting medicine in the field as the first choice
the competition is more difficult. And putting medicine in banda aceh as a second choice is quite difficult. I'm gonna make an effort. Oil Company Scholarships. If I don't pass the scholarship it's forfeited.