ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Ishihara 6's

Coincidentally graduated in the same faculty, and happened to come from the soil of one clump and one root, Kuantan and Minang realm. Me and Bang Boby got close. After finishing Uncle Bang Boby came home. So take a look at Bang Boby to my room. I asked him about the re-registration process.

“What are the re-registration activities later Bang?”

“SNMPTN card handover, registration, and lastly payment of incoming money, and lastly medical

up” chek

“Medical check up health test?’ my many.

“Test health again?”

Ask dad worried.

“Yes. Health tests, drug tests, until color blindness test.”

“Tes color blind ..”

My breath and Dad were tight.

“If partial color blindness how? Greener. Liel is a bit difficult to distinguish the part in green.”

Ask Dad.

“Color blind partial, part!?,” Bang Boby surprised,” adrift chromosomes ***, descent.”

Continue.” It doesn't seem to be able to. It is generally transferred to another educational program. Different from each university, such as Civil Engineering there are

allow some not.” Obviously back.

“Lalu ..”

“Depends on policy,”

Obviously Bang Boby back,” but for the education of doctors can not.” Close Bang Boby.

“Say the ophthalmologist in our village can. He said he could have even though his career was hampered only as a general practitioner.”

“If the previous time could be sir. Now the competition is so hard. A small deficiency can be fatal. Moreover, there are thousands of people competing to want to study here, in medicine,” explained Bang Boby firmly. Of course that explanation scared my father. I was also afraid to see Father who was getting scared.

***

After Bang Boby's visit, Dad and I lay anxiously in our new bed. Our eyes glared at the attic sky. It was as if above those skies were a helper star. At least it's a genius idea that will release us from this matter.

“What will we do Father?” my many.

“We have to figure out how to conquer that test !” then Dad continued,”we have to find a way

conquering Ishihara's Book it”.

“You should memorize it, Nak” Dad said.

“This ishihara book. Do not try to memorize it because this book there are thousands of versions”. Sentence officer RSUD still remembered in my brain said thousands of versions.

“We have to go to Bu Ustad's place, he's the only one we know here. To whom else we ask

please.” Father Decisions.

Mrs Ustad. So we went there with a unique aceh oplet, Labi-labi. A separate oplet from the driver. Passengers enter from behind. If you want to disembark passengers push a button in the back room, then

the driver braked the oplet because he heard a sound.

“Telolet !!!” The sound of that button.

***

That morning Dad and I were sitting in Bu Ustad's living room. In his house only inhabited by Bu Ustad, Ustad,

her husband was called Mr. Ustad, and her Grandmother was called Nek Umi. Only three because they are a young couple who have just been married, have not been given a child.

Bu Ustad's family was very friendly to welcome us, and they listened carefully to Dad's story. Dad told me about the journey why we got to Banda Aceh.

Mr. Ustad and Mr. Bu Ustad took a deep breath, a sign of the problem as severe as possible. Nek Umi was also anxious, he felt the anxiety of his heart. Then Mrs Ustad sat in the front seat

we, in the corner of the room near the landline, picked up the phone, turned the house phone a few times, called someone.

“He's a doctor, our family is too,” says Nek Umi.

“Can he help us?, I beg you.” Father begged.

“Hopefully,” Further Nek Umi. While Bu Ustad continued to discuss in Acehnese language that I and Dad

don't understand. We just waited until Bu Ustad returned the phone.

“Tap...” Bu Ustad put down the phone handle.

“...” All silent. Grandma looked at me full of hiba.

“Can't,” by the weight of Bu Ustad Saying the sentence to us.

“Inspect us Sir. Can't,” reset.

“The career will be hampered later.”

“Then is there another way Ma?, Sir?” Dad is still begging.

“...”Bu Ustad silently lowered his head.

“Please my son Sir, if his soul fails can hurt.” Father expressed his anxiety

in excess, his voice trembled. I'm woken.

“Pak !” cut Mr. Ustad. The tone is louder,”The heart-talking of every utterance is prayer.”

Nek Umi stroked my shoulder. His face was full of anxiety. Dad feels guilty about his tears

snotty. I'm so disinclined by the kindness of Bu Ustad's family. In my heart said, ”Well calm down. I will be strong in this matter. Didn't you say life is hard. Straight away

why is Dad betraying your own words now.?” My face bowed. I'm shy. Grandma in the house shed tears. Nek Umi is crying for me. For the person he just met.