ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
The Dusk City Limit 3
Late June 2008.
SNMPTN File Submission.
2008 Years. The word SPMB was changed by the government into a unique name SNMPTN. I don't understand the difference between SNMPTN and SPMB. But SNMPTN has a meaning
unique when revamped by creative writers, namely SeMPaTaN, opportunity.
When I got off the oplet. I saw Jamil waiting for me at the main gate of State University
Padang satay. Registration and submission of SNMPTN files. There are only two universities in West Sumatra Province where the main committee of SNMPTN. As a result, the registration piled up. Everything is done manually. Map that contains
troublesome files. Not to mention the crowded queue. But in the crowd I could still see Jamil. Identical to his bald head.
“ Jamil !” I shouted with a wave of my hand.
“Liel ….Here !” He looked over and returned my hand. I hurried to catch up to him in the middle
hustle.
Someone came to his pride. Someone came alone. Someone came to his family
from the village by car. Campus is so crowded.
“Oject ! Ojek “ Bargain students who we previously thought were motorcycle taxi drivers. Apparently the SNMPTN moment was used as a place to hone the hidden talents of students, side businesses.
“Jalan Just Uda !”
Answer Jamil.
“We walk Uda”
Reply too.
“Yok ! Fast road”
“Yok” I'm racing
with Jamil.
“Where is the registration Mil?”
“After. At GOR sports” Answer. I followed Jamil. Walked. There are 300 meters from the main gate of the campus to the largest building. But it's not GOR, it's rectorate.
Then we walked further inward until we passed two bridges
to the largest building in the complex. But again it's not GOR, it's the university's main library. Then we followed people
who look like us, new students. They were all heading towards the large building that looked from a distance, being at the end of the football field, it was GOR. We'll be back a little while.
Jamil and I checked our documents near small tables outside the building. The tables were previously we thought were committee tables, but they were not.
The table is a student desk that offers services in filling files. They just write and then they
asking Rp 20,000.00 for his kindness. Fortunately I knew before. But
there's something I haven't filled. My program's choice code is still empty.
“Liel ... no glue ?” Ask
Jamils.
“No Mil”
“Wear tongue alone paste your photo.” I remember sticking stamps with my wear
glue from saliva. The chemical reaction is probably the same.
“Cannot Liel”
“Lem ..Glue !!” Shouts the peddler impromptu to us.
“How much Uda glue ?”
“Duo Thousand”
“Outstanding Five Hundred Silver “
“Buy only outside”
“Ya. Ambo buy” Reply Jamil surrender. It
upset but understand the price increase occurs because of the influence of certain moments.
“This Uda” Jamil handed sheet one thousand two pieces.
“Termo kasiah”
“Because we need.”
Jamil.
“Pwhen the Need is only
secuil” Said.
Finished pasting the photo, Jamil noticed my residence.
“Why ?” Ask.
“Still confused Mil”
“Lecture Selection ?”
“Yes. My parents asked me to put medicine on both college options. I'm afraid I didn't pass.”
“Passing Grade is high” Add Me.
“Mmm If your parents ask for sure they're full of hope Liel. Your parents must have a solution for every situation that does not cool down later.” Jamil's Advice.
“Baik” Reply. I started circling the first-choice code, medicine in Padang.
“Ridho Allah is under Ridho Parent” Advice Jamil back.
“Amiin” Reply. I began to circle the last option, medicine in Banda Aceh.
Complete complete our documents. After passing through the queue like a giant python
who did not break up to five committee tables inside the GOR. Even the queue also passed the door. They were lined up outside the scorching hot GOR.
After that, long enough Jamil and I went around the campus to see the crowds of people, the appearance of candidates
new students, the appearance of campus buildings, the appearance of campus life, student life with lecturers, theory and practice, until dusk comes. Incidentally the Padang State University campus is located on the coast. No
far behind the campus passes through a boarding complex, behind the campus spread across the Indian Ocean. Maghrib is coming soon.
My legs and Jamil are tired of walking for most of the day. But the spirit made us run towards the beach
it's in front of our eyes. Just staying through the alley between the two buildings the sea had looked reddish. The sound of waves has been heard. I ran after the sea.
I ran after the reddish sea
I ran after the twilight sun
I ran after my goals
The sea and the sky there are millions of feelings that I cannot express. As long as I'm in Padang I'm new
I could see the beauty of the sea at dusk. The sea that connects the land with other land. How big the world is. At the city limits
at night I saw him. At the boundary of the twilight city I am not afraid to go anywhere pursuing my ideals. At the city limits of twilight I will go to my future which I will either wander to where else. Where else does this destiny of feet go.
And at the edge of the twilight city, Jamil and I separated. After the submission of the SNMPTN file I did not
never seen him again.