ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
First Memories

From The Ore to Half the Life

Paternity

My half-life hero

In the wrinkle of your face

You smile for me

I see the light of your eyes

How can I replace

My eyes withered even in the morning

Like dusk extinct from my earth,

Paternity

Paternity

Now fragile your bones

White top of your body

I'm sure it won't go blood red

I found a destiny potion for me

Tell your son's story

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“Twelve” My son replied. Then the Eye Specialist Doctor who was in front of me continued to flip the Ishihara Book sheet to the next page.

“Two ..” My son is speechless.

“Come what number is more ?”  Ask the doctor back.

“Nol “ Answer My Son.

“Try to pay attention again”

Repeat the Doctor. I, who was next to my son, wanted to whisper a 6 that I clearly saw.

“Sstt” The doctor signaled me to be quiet. But my son still shook his head he was unable to

saw it.

“Like raisins”

“Try to follow this pink color using finger” Doctor's Order so that my son puts the fingertips

it is pointed at a pink point in a set of green dots.

My son followed the course of the color cluster, briefly but he turned a dark green.

I'm appalled. The doctor looked at me. His head shook a sign that we were failing.

“Color blindness partial,green.”

“Descendation” continued the Doctor.

“How is it possible, being able to see the green leaves, walls, and patterns in my shade !!” I protest not

accept.

“Iya right nak ..?”

“Yes, can you, right? “ I tried to convince the doctor's verdict was wrong.

“Can Doctor. Can “Jawab My Son.

The doctor smiled,”Partial color blindness does not mean you can not see the color but the brightness of the color is reduced, making it difficult to distinguish several colors.”

“Risk in surgery.”

My son, the Ore of My Eyes. Now, he looks at me with a blank look. His face reflects

half of my face is expressionless. He was silent, waiting for an emotional picture to be

i overflow. An expression of destruction that I cannot show, for my son always follows the emotions of my heart, follows what I ask for, what I want for him. If I'm happy, my son will be happier, and

not to see it, it is enough that I am broken by my own hope. I don't want my son to follow my grief.

“How is this Doctor !”

“She's my son..”Whisper me to an ophthalmologist.

“He's my son, my only son”

“Si ores eyes, my hope tip. There's nothing else I have other than him “ I've added many times.

“He's your son Sir, he's your blood, but everything happens not because of you.” The doctor was in front of me in a deep voice, very serious. His eyes looked at my son who was silent. In this strange room, my son, a man so young as to wait for a verdict of trial by a case he does not understand.

“Who ..?” my mouth opened and I was ready to accept whatever happened. Unraveling the mystery after 18 years I became his father, during that time I had placed hope in my Bachelor.

“Deuteronophia, linked to sex chromosomes”

“...” I'm speechless not understanding.

“His wrong print, his mother, your wife”The doctor turned away, his face turned to the right away

son's Face.

“Why ?”

“Because mating is a random confluence of chromosomes, like one fishing rod in a pond

millions of fish”

“Means ?”

“Partial Colour Blindness lowered from your wife's egg, partial color blindness green.”

“Didn't he still be able to see the green leaves, Doctor ..”

“He will have trouble distinguishing light green with brown, for a doctor at risk in

surgical-dissect.” The doctor is clearly back.

“But he has already graduated medicine, state medicine, the only prospective doctor in our breed.”

“Look at him so smart ! He's my hope” I'm sorry, but I know that doctor

that's not a determinant. For my son's future, I can't give up. A father no

you can give up for your child. Then a beam of light illuminated the consulting table

and the ophthalmologist smiled, “Formerly my friend during college was there

also people who have cases like this. Now his career is only as a general practitioner.”

“Depart to Banda

Aceh, hopefully your ideals are achieved.” Further.

In the end, my son and I went home, we two kids left the ophthalmologist clinic. Riding an old motorcycle, I came home with a stiff heart. The place where hope has been resting now feels frozen. Like glass, beautiful and strong, but now it feels

so fragile, it can break whenever it wants by time. All the way I was silent. Midnight as the sky's eyes sink into the swamps in the suburbs of Kuantan Bay.

Time slowed down on our way home, I don't know what I'm gonna say to you

my wife, the mother of my son. The sunlight began to orange as he sank in the swamps on the outskirts of the city. I'm turning the motorcycle gas for time

go faster, I want all these doubts to end, as soon as possible. I was around a corner on the road at the end of the swamp. The drizzle started coming. Rain cloud

change the color of the sky to

deep blue. And the sun left the rainbow line, the instant before it sank, completely sunk. The rainbow that momentarily also disappeared along with the loss of sunlight, immediately the sky darkened. So quickly

The Creator changed the color of the sky.

The turning of twilight and sunrise is a time when God feels so incarnate to be closer, even from our own pulse. And it makes us feel so strong when the problems of life hit as big as anything. The change in color of the sky at dusk and morning is so magical. God was so able to change both times, let alone just change the fate of the human child.

“Dad...”A sound breaks the silence.

“How do we Father ?” Ask son.

“Nak we will leave for Banda Aceh “

“We will pick up the ideals as far as anything gets to the End of the Country.” My promise.