ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
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Labi-labi dropped off Me and Dad at the southern gate of Darussalam, the gateway of the Medical Faculty leading to the village of Limpok. Then we must walk towards the cost, with

a careless step, a burdened face, no need for psychology students, agricultural students also know that we, two children are facing a big problem.

The student's name is Muhammad Sahim. I call him Bang Sahim. He is a student

a late-level farm that lives in a large room in front of my room.  Bang sahim is also the most elderly person at this cost. He was the first to want to know what had happened to us, when I and Dad arrived at the boarding house. After we got acquainted gently he asked what problems we were facing. Dad told me.

“That's the story, son. That's the reason we got here”

“The journey of Father and Sister so reminds me of my late father” Bang Sahim touched.

“Inscuse us ..,”

I quickly apologized.

“It's okay Sir,”

Bang Sahim smiled slowly,” happens to be active in BEM Faculty. I will try to find a way out of the problems of Father and Sister.”

“Thank you Nak.”

Father's eyes sparkled to find a glimmer of hope.

“I promise asap,” promise Bang Sahim,” when is the color blind test?”

“Next week Bang.”

“Quickly Dik.”

Now Father and I have divided the burden of heart to the people in the boarding house we live in because we have

get acquainted and start getting familiar. Even the costs we live in have started to get a lot.

People have arrived after the semester break, as well as new students. Bang Boby had rented a room with Iwan, a freshman who happened to come when we left. In a large room

they came one by one old students. Everyone knows what problems we are facing. Students here know that I am a prospective medical student who can be eliminated if I fail to read the numbers

in a colorful book called Ishihara.

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Today is my first Friday in Banda Aceh, in Darussalam. Means exactly

In the midst of the Azan reverberating I and Father walked in search of the origin of the sound, the place where the mosque is located. We're just here for the first time, haven't yet memorized the campus street map. And as we walked, Dad and I were still fighting. Our bow is still branching. Dad kept insisting that I continue my studies in doctor's education. Medium

I, my spirit that from the beginning stirred now look somewhere. There was only one horn left. I want to back off but I don't know where.

It seemed to me that there was only an excess, that whatever I chose would usher in a bright future. I think success is so easy.

To my right is the sidewalk, Dad walking there. To my left is a canal, inside is as tall as a body. Between the two there is a sidewalk boundary as high as the jengkal. I walked on the sidewalk with the canal, walking like a cat who steps fast.

Stepping through the journey of fate. Forgetting to be afraid. I'm thinking there's a canal that could be where I fall every time. Forgetting to be frightened by mixed, anxious feelings. Anxious about an uncertain tomorrow.

The streets are so silent a sign of the Friday sermon soon

be over. But we both did not find our way to the mosque. While the voices of the azan echoed in several directions. The waves are reflected off the walls of the campus. We don't know, we're strangers who just came in

the Darussalam ring road.

I stopped under a headland tree at a crossroads. Dad stopped too. I'm sitting on the sidewalk, Dad too. We both fell silent, looking straight at the road. A little by the road that was bright now darkened by the shadow of a headland tree. The sun has slipped to the west, he has not

again at the top of the horizon.

“Dad has a story for you, the reason why Dad still survives so you continue to study in

that faculty, medicine ..” Father's eyes are cool. His voice was clear and slow sounding very clear. Like reading a prologue a drama about the past

life of.

“You are a smart kid, unlike Daddy”.

“You are a smart kid even since Dad first saw your eyes. There is a curious sense that appears in your eyes. When you crawl, get limped and start walking, grow and develop, then learn to speak and string words, it is always faster. Since then I have known that you have been blessed with a brain that is more intelligent than your brother. And from then on Dad put a pedestal of hope on your shoulders” Dad sat next to me. Dad's hand moved, putting his palm on my shoulder. I know it is not a spontaneity but a representation of feelings. The feeling of Dad putting his big dreams on my shoulders. I also felt that there was a heavy burden that would be borne as far as I walked if I did not realize my dream.

“So small moments ago, Dad carried you, raised you high with both hands. Then we laughed together as I looked up at the sky. There are stars of hope that I have hung. You're the one who's gonna pick it up when you grow up for Dad. As I thought. Then you go to school, learning to read and count is always a champion. Champion one. Paternity

blissfully. If all children knew how happy the hearts of parents when their children become champions in the distribution of reports. Of course all the kids are trying to be champion one. And you are champion one. You are my Juara.”

“Hmmm ago..” I took a deep breath. But actually I tried to pull the clear details that would come out of my eyes. I hold the order

not out. I was touched but I couldn't cry.