ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Amygdale 1

Dad always told me to

open eyes before sunlight arrives, “ Most

slowly, when the eastern star touches the horizon line, you must wake up from

dream, enter into the real world, begin the effort to realize all the wisdom! ”

The roar allantero

the sky made me rise from the ground. I don't know why I suddenly was

on the deck of such a large ship. Then there was a long rumbling sound

like a trumpet, followed by the blowing of the wind whirring from the expanse

ocean. The strong wind shook the ship.

I'm oleng. Before

falling down, my body fell on the person beside me. I'm trying

holding on to him, but we were crowded, on this ship there were thousands of people. I

just realized.

“Akkhh !!!” That voice

so long. It wasn't the rumble I used to hear in hurricane season.

It was the sound of a trumpet over the horizon. Nun far above the sky there, I see

one small dot, a dizzying cone shape is getting faster and faster

close by, making a whirlwind. The vortex invited waves of wind

approaching the ark where I was.

“Akhh . Yes Allah.” I

resignedly. This shock is so strong. And the ark could not survive

the wind from the sky. The right side of the ship soared, rising above the bridge. Vessel

the giant sank slowly.

I slipped. Thousands

people spilled to the left side of the ship, some of the other humans fell to the

sea. So did I, falling into the sea with thousands and even millions of humans

the man in the ark fell into the sea. An ocean is a sea of light.

“Akkhhhh!!”

“Akhhh ! blup...” Me

drowned. I flailing. I was hit by waves that went up and down

before drowning.

“Ahhh...” I saw

one light. I opened my eyes. Turns out I was dreaming.

I dream, like

a dream so real. My body was wet not by the water of the sea, but only

sweat. My body is soaked in sweat. I glanced at the wall clock. Dawn

coming soon. I had to hurry to get ready for school.

Just a dream, though,

a dimension formed in the human imagination. Dreams are formed when

the brain emits alpha waves with a frequency of 8-12 Hz. Hence

dreams produce a radiance of energy that can take the form of positive or

negatives. This energy is believed to make a dream come true,

or vice versa, sometimes there are also those who declare dreams as answers to

a prayer, a hunch could be. As stated in an article that

I've read it.

Just a dream that

rememberable and forgotten, I dreamt of drowning in a sea of light,

drifting until azan reverberates.

“Allahuakbar ..” Azan

break the silent dawn.

Dawn is the time

miraculous. At dawn God opens the opportunity to change the destiny of man

through a prayer offered at dawn.

Verily, the Lord

give two kinds of destiny in human life, destiny that has become

god's decree and destiny are under the foot of man. Destinies

which cannot be changed and destiny which is given the opportunity to

changed him. Praying at dawn is one way

changing destiny. Prayers that are offered after the end of morning prayers.

 “ Yes Allah , show me the best path”

Who's your friend, who's your opponent,

it can be known to a famous mass in the school. Momentums

it is most appropriate to know the character of people who are near you, whether

enemies or friends are daily repetitions.

The moment that made two

good friends who are always together can be busy with their respective affairs, or

instead, the two are busy working out a strategy together. The moment that caused

two people who were only occasionally greeting, suddenly sat studying together, and,

ask questions, or devise strategies, as the army arranges war strategies.

One by one eye

the lesson begins to show its existence. Daily repetition is one

feedback methods to know

how far the quality of learners, how far the quality of learning.

Daily replicas can be used to assess yourself honestly. Candour

it is the foundation of the learning process.

Reading is not just

reading, but writing. Memorizing is not just memorizing, but understanding.

I understand the content of each paragraph in the textbook

accounting will soon be carried out daily. For that

classes are divided into two sessions. The first session is carrying out a daily repetition

in class for the next 45 minutes. Next I was in the session

second, be outside the classroom reading and understanding what is in the book

accounting lessons, will follow after.

There's one printed word

thick in the upper right corner of the book I read. At the end of the paragraph

first, as an opening in the introduction to the textbook, as a motivation for

learners to continue reading, STAN, College of Accounting

The state. I never imagined that word would affect my life

a few years later.

STAN, which I read

from that textbook, is a high school for people who

talented in accounting. The campus is in Bintaro, an area

the Java Island.

“Liel, in a minute

second session, see they're out.” Said Herman my friend in the second session.

It's true, it appears some of the children's first sessions have come out.

“Yok, rise.” I said,

then some kids set up positions. Position sets the achievement as well. Ronald

come at me and Herman too.

“We're close ya Liel.”

“Sip ...” I understand,

Accounting Teacher is killer. Him

young women who like to hit. Him

often times hit hands that do not write a summary using hardwood

in so strong. He hit her several times to close his eyes because

abhor. I saw it myself.

I'm sitting in the corner

front to the right. Ronald is more on the right again, he's on the edge of the wall. Whereas

Herman is on my right. As soon as they take position. Then

daily repeat question sheet is given. The Accounting Teacher stepped hard,

his narrowed eyes implied a sense of hatred. Watch out for those who cheat, though,

In the middle of time,

Herman was agitated in the back. He was already agitated, starting to push around

my chair with his legs from behind. I shut up, then fixed my way of sitting,

so he can see my answer sheet. Ronald was next door too

I was looking for an opportunity to ask me, even though we were different

version. They don't learn.

At the end of my time

has filled all answer sheets. I was done at the beginning. I'm silent

waiting for the time to end.

“Hei ! there !” Yells out

the teacher told us. It was calm and I sat quietly.

In one second that

reposeful. A moment that freezes space. It is like a tunnel connecting

a room with a long time in the future. Happenings in that space

scratching Amygdale.

***

2016, october.

In the body is a lump of flesh, which

if a lump of flesh is good, then the whole body will be good, and when

the lump of flesh is broken and the whole body will be broken. So sentence

which my prophet has ordained. And that lump of flesh is qalbu. Qalbu

it is believed by physiologists to be the Amygdala, a society

a group of nerves shaped like almonds. This is caused by

features of the same function between Qalbu and Amygdala.

The amygdala

the part of the brain that plays a role in processing and memory

emotional reactions. Inside the amygdala there are good and bad memories

about success and failure, hope and fear, beautiful events and

traumatic events. A bad event is a pressure that is scratched

the subtle nerves in the amygdala. Injuries to the inside of the body can heal if

looks from the outside. But the feelings of sadness and pain will remain stored in the

memory of human brain. Stored deep in the complexity of the deepest aisles

the amygdala.

It's just incredible

God created an amygdala, suppose that the human brain was created as

a computer, of course I can delete every bad part that I want to forget. Of course there will be no one

a place I don't want to be there. Although there is no revenge

anyone but a place, High School on the Hill, a place that makes one

the amygdala knot in my brain again hurt if I were there, if

someone reminded me of that place.

What a pity the victim

of the violent acts that wounded the Amygdala. Even if the victim forgives

the perpetrator of the crime for many years, but the wound on the Amygdala is not

can disappear, even to death, traumatic events in humans will continue

wounding him.

***

            Pekanbaru,

October 2016

            I

not hate them. But their faces remind me of the times

then. The three of them sat on the bench of the corridor I was about to pass. Tak

there's another way. I have to get through it. I stepped down with a path down,

distracting them to look good. I pretend I don't know them, though,

and hopefully they will forget me.

            When

my feet were about to reach near the door, one of them called out to me,

he called my name.

            “Liel

…”

            “Liel..”.

The sound echoed along the corridor. The sound waves echoed the space-space

space in my memory. I turned, turned back to the right and smiled stiffly. Then

sesopan maybe I shake hands with them.

            “Still

remember with SMA on the Hill ?” Said one of them. ‘Sreg’ Amygdala

in my throbbing brain, it stimulates the acceleration of sexression andrenaline to

increasing the production of the hormone insulin, my heart beats fast.

            “

Still Sir, Buk” I said, smiling wryly, a moment of silence.

            “Bapak

still remember everything..” The Father said.

            “As

detail” More Other teachers.

            “Already

eleven years passed, Bu” I said directly.

            “Even

silhouettes of your shadows, while sitting on the classroom bench after the event

that's. You can still remember it in detail.” Obviously the Teacher's Mother, then

she continued, “when Mom walked into your classroom, after the event

which took away your carelessness, it felt just yesterday”

            “Mmmm”

I'm speechless. Mind glaring.

***

Year 2005

Ronald poking parts

my waist. He knows about our daily repetition of different versions. There might be one

a speech he does not remember. He meant to ask me. I am the one who is in

beside turning.

That woman, she

moving fast toward me. He took two thick books, textbooks

accounting, the two books are stacked together. The alloy of the book that had become a hitter was raised high. Then

drifting with all his might on my head, on my head. Right about the ear on the left

head, my face bounced. The atmosphere was silent and buzzing, I was silent and

I didn't fight, nor did I cry. I'm silent.

That girl, the teacher

sharp eyes full of hate. He hit my head back, for the second time,

when my ears are still buzzing. My head is hot, it must be reddish when

seen from the glass. Swear to God that I worship that woman too

tearing up the daily retorting answer paper I had finished.

Silent class. All eyes

aimed at me.

What

my fault ?

Isn't that

Romald called me.

Why

I was hit ?

Ronald is

part of the woman's family. I just found out later in the day.