ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Ishihara 5's

Monday, 11 August 2008.

This morning was the first day Dad and I woke up in a rented contract for 365 days

fore. Three rooms are new, located in one lane. I rented the first room at the beginning of the column, then there was the middle room that was still empty, and the last room near the bathroom had been occupied by senior students, it is currently vacant due to a long semester.

In front of the row of new rooms were two much larger rooms, both of which were in a row. Between the rows of new rooms with the old rooms are only separated by a corridor to the bathroom. This kosan only has one bathroom, but nevertheless there are two wells in the back that blend with the latrine. If the bathroom is in use, well too

can be used for shower. The unique thing here is that wells made with low restrictions, of course dangerous for small children or for someone who wants to bathe in the dark, can be dyed into it. But I don't think the well water is deep. Here the coastal areas and mountain valleys, to get the water source does not need to dig deep, dipping will not drown.

Cigarette chickens unpretentious in the morning Darussalam, birds chirping in trees, goats

and the cow sounds typical of the rural atmosphere. Kampungs outside the Darussalam Ring Road are villages that always maintain the natural beauty of the countryside. Flat land with overgrown grass and typical coconut trees edge

the beach, besides being full of tall trees, is a small street along wooden stilt houses, coffee shops are always crowded

young men and fathers returning from the fields. The view of the rice fields spread on the east side of Limpok to the sub-district capital of Lambaro Angan.

The fields for rice fields and vegetable gardens are called Blang. And from this small village there is a shortcut to the airport, Blang Bintang. I like this environment.

The two large rooms in front of the house are crowded by six to seven people in one compartment. In addition, because the size is larger and cheaper if rented together. My room is smaller and new. If you want to be together with the most two people. If there's an opponent who wants to stay with me. Pleasedly

my heart shared the rent. Are both better than themselves.

August is a long semester. The two large rooms in front of me were still empty. Likewise with

the last row of new rooms, empty. The occupants have not yet arrived. The campus is also quiet. Except for the old students who want to first pay the semester money and the old students who have been reluctant to go home because they have not finished too, they are the ones who inhabit the area around the campus. But

in the afternoon or tomorrow the campus will be crowded again. Because the schedule of payment of the old student semester money has begun, payments are manusally queued at the Rectorate. In addition there are still new students who are looking for a cost that will

around the campus. There was still one empty room in the row of new rooms, the middle room.

This morning Dad and I tested our new tool. The first time we cooked using a typical small college student ricecooker. Foother

the rice is equipped with red indicators for the cooking process and green indicators for the warming process, rice

been cooked.

“Tak !” Ricecooker. Pedal penanak change position. The indicator light changes color to green sign that the rice has cooked.

“Can I see this color?” Ask Dad.

“Definitely Well, green is so clear,” I replied.

“That must be something wrong with that raisin book. After all it is man-made, what is its name?”

“Salam...,” there are new prospective residents passing through to our kos.

“Salam ..” A greeting from outside is heard. Mr. kos brings new prospective residents. His appearance was like a prospective freshman, coming with big bags with people overridden

olden.

We also came out. I noticed that the face of the new occupant was neither Arab nor Gujarat, nor white with a sharp nose and thick eyebrows. His face is the same as mine. A genetic mixture. It is not from Aceh. He comes from a country as far away as I am in Central Sumatra

and generally.

“Liel. From Riau.” I extend my greetings.

“Boby from Padang,”

answer,” and this is my uncle. He was the one who delivered to Banda Aceh” explained Boby.

“Salammualaikum Uncle,”

I said to the man who accompanied Boby.

“Salammualaikum,”

his reply.

“I delivered Dad. We are from Riau.”

“Be still a new kid. 2008 Graduation?” Ask Boby. He knew I was being delivered by Dad.

“Yes if Boby?”

“2007. I have been in law before he he he,” he replied laughing.

“Then bang boby I called. Pass where bang?”

“Medicine”

“We are the same,” I replied.

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