ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Nineteen 3

I string the colors of the dots together to form an inverted elbow-elbow fracture that forms

number five.

“Not possible,” says Father.

“There is something wrong with this book,” continued Dad again.

“This ishihara book.

Do not try to memorize it because this book there are thousands of versions.” Threatening officer

that's.

There are thousands of versions.

The phrase was recorded in my memory.

Maybe the officer threatened me because he was afraid I would try to memorize the numbers in the book. I can read it without having to see it.

“This is the paper. Leave it to the top floor.” The officer's orders. On paper sheets

it is listed in the order of statements about the history of the disease that I am all negative. But at the end there is a plus sign, positive blind

hue. Actually I'm lyrical. I don't accept it, I can see the colors of the world clearly. Even if it is wrong only on a small portion of color. But the papers of power are on that officer. He sentenced me that way.

Upstairs is so crowded. Dad handed the paper to the printing officer for printing and signed by the hospital chief. We have to wait.

“Dad...” I called Dad.

“Ya Child. Everything will be fine,” Dad said.

“Dad. Should not worry, the title of the event first thanks.” I'm suggesting.

Because of the joy of my father's heart. I plan to hold a Thanksgiving, inviting

neighbors to celebrate my graduation, graduated the Faculty of Medicine that not everyone can enter. Dad was so proud. But for me this is not necessarily certain, everything can happen. I was afraid of being embarrassed when I failed at the end of the struggle while Dad had invited the entire village of Gunung Crying.

“Nak..., we will remain saggy, not only grateful, but also pray for God

launch our steps.”

“Praying.” Repeat Dad again.

“Dad.., but.” I fear.

“This is just a small ripple in the current at the beginning of our struggle. Our fight is still long,” cut Dad.

“Liel,” call the officer upstairs. He called my full name.

“Ya,” replied.

“It's done. Administration Twenty-Five Thousand.” He asked for administrative money. It turns out that the cost of printing, paper, and ink for signatures here increased by many times.

I handed over the money and saw the prints. It's a color blind negative. Me and Dad

take a look.

“God help us,”

so said Father. I know the typist is less thorough he just pasted the results of the previous examination by replacing the data on the top.

“Hmmm.” I'm silent.

This fact caused me to crash. Just imagine failing to enter medicine pictured in plain sight. I'm really afraid to let Dad down. Moreover, I still disagree with father's sagging plan. I'm still scared. When

down the stairs I stopped.

“Dad better we don't have to worry.”

I suggest going back.

Silent dad. It stopped

seriously staring. “Surely these weeks you are deficient in eating vitamins.

Less fruit in Padang. Later at home start eating Eggplant Rimbang a lot.” Dad knew the bitter Rimbang Eggplant was effective for sharpening eye sight. So habitual

people in the village.

“Sore later we will make sure to see an ophthalmologist,” said Father wisely. Apparently Dad didn't

capitulated. Dad never gave up. He kept pushing me forward.

In the afternoon we went to an ophthalmologist, looking for a second opinion as well as the possibility to anticipate this situation.

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