ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Prayer 30 Nights 3

In an adventure the journey home is more tiring than the journey comes.

Going back is more exhausting than going.

After SNMPTN is over. Adi and I have no other plans for our future. Which we

know when it's just college and the state college entrance test. There is no plan to enter the armed forces, or to attend a private university, or to enter a private university

there are. Before it was clear the SNMPTN results to be announced on August 1, 2008 through

internet and mass media, I can't make a decision just waiting

accompanied by prayers in the nights leading up to August 1, prayers of 30 nights.

“Mac. Pillow left alone ..” I asked Mom's opinion over the phone. While Adi

busy tying his goods in a used cardboard, besides Adi also packed a backpack, and a water heater teapot. Water Hitter name that water heater. Adi bought it for Rp

25,000,00. He used to drink tea in the morning. If you do not do the habit, his head is dizzy all day.

“Not one is left behind. All items that can be carried. Brought home.” Opinion

My mama.

“Good Mom. Huff”

Whatever your opinion, I can't refuse it anymore. Than to be a memory after a long time. Better to take it home.

Finally the things I will bring home more than Adi. Guidebooks

I learned to put it in the cardboard. I also put a blanket on it. I press it to solid. The oil stoves have been returned to the boarding house.  Rechargeable gallons and floor brooms we donate to neighbors. If not ashamed Adi also plans to sell it at a cheap price. It is quite the cost of Balik Kampung.

Adi has finished packing. It's just me now. I tried to put a pillow in a plastic bag, and it worked. Flip-flops, should not be left too, I remember Mom's message, take it home. I slipped it in a plastic bag.

I'm standing. A bun backpack on the ridge. My right hand holds a bag filled with clothes

shirt. My left hand was carrying a box with a book plus a blanket. There's a pillow where I'm gonna put it. My hands are only two.

“Today..” Adi reached out his hand to me. He stood up, ready to go. Innates

just a backpack, cardboard, and a plastic bag containing a heating kettle. He offered to help me with a pillow. My plastic bag containing a pillow can be held together with her plastic bag.

“Thank you Friend”

My reply. I remember when I first came. On the bus I got a bench

first after standing for a long time. Soon I split my stool with Adi. Our

both sat on one bench. Share in the invitation, agreeable and

armistice.

“Siap” His orders.

“Yok !” My reply.

After we handed the keys to the boarding house, said goodbye, and asked each other

sorry, I don't know when we'll meet again. We set foot back home in the village.

Back turn around, walk for two more kilometers through the Padang Raya market with a heavier tote when it comes. We walked towards the oplet base then continued to the inter-provincial bus base.

Adi and I walked with a heavy but energetic burden. There is no shame let alone prestige through the crowd even though a few eyes glanced at us. The eyes know

that we are the village children after fighting SNMPTN. Here we are SNMPTN fighters.

the crowd. I'm stalled.

“*Why ?” Ask Adi.

“Next ...”

I'm stopping.

“The spirit, oplet

not far from Liel” Adi said.

“Sebitar”

“Don't be long. I

wait there*” Order Adi. He thought I quit because I was tired, Rest

just sec. Butno. I stopped because I saw the man looking at me inside

hustle. The man was lying on a cardboard by the road between the swords. He hung around while swiping the rebab, a traditional musical instrument.

The pantuns are shahdu, making the heart groovy. The man was a beggar. He has no feet.

I approached the man. Father said “ Grief will keep us away from calamity”. To me failure is a disaster. I

reach into my pocket. There is still money left. I'm handing it to

the palm of the beggar man without the leg.

“May me ..” My whisper. I came home with the money. Then I rushed to get my stuff. I rushed after Adi who had been waiting near the oplet.

“Quick Sign in!!”

Adi's orders. He asked me to go first into the oplet. He chose to enter

lately because our luggage is a lot. So it's easier to exit the oplet later.

“Any SPMB Nak?” Ask a father in the oplet as well.

“Iya Sir ! now SNMPTN is called”

“Quick shutter home village ? No one goes with the

lain” Ask the father again.

“No Sir. We only take the Tes College Tingggi Negeri.”

“Try to come with STAN.”

His advice.

“Many come later” Add the Father.

Adi and I looked at. We don't know what STAN is. STAN school is not yet popular

our village.

“No Sir ..” Me and Adi

answer simultaneously and shake in unison.