ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Sand Palace

“Teet!” My phone rings. There's an incoming SMS. I opened from Echa the same friend graduated medicine the other day.

“Ass. Friend how's it going? Already in Banda Acehkah?” That's the message I read. I let the phone in my hand. Baffled

how can I repay him. He promised to meet in Banda Aceh, but I was ashamed of Echa. I quit medicine.

“Wassalam Echas. I'm good news. It was in Banda a few days ago.

This is still cost-effective. Echa how's it going?”

“Teet...” Seconds later.

“Good news too. Do not forget this morning schedule medical check up Faculty of Medicine at Clinic Campus.”

“It's again getting ready to go.” I sent a message.

“See you there ya.” Echa reply message. Echa asked me to meet. Friends new friends. Share stories and share information. But I

it's impossible to meet him. The situation is not as imagined. I doubt whether I reply or not.

“Hopefully later can meet.” I sent a final message before I left.

Bang Boby and I set off for the campus clinic on foot. We're walking the sidewalk

campus. Then take a shortcut through the ball field. We could actually go three. I no longer rent my own room. I already have a roommate.

After the night I left. Bang Boby found me a roommate. That is to say that the cost rent is paid more lightly. My roommate paid half the cost

lately me. My roommate was a boy from central Sumatra as well, from Bukittinggi and his facial features I had seen before. I saw the boy's face during tutoring a few months ago. The quiet child. He is Rizqi. It just so happens that he also graduated medicine, as I asked first.

Rizqi still lives in the guesthouse with her parents. So he's gonna do a medical check up with his parents. So we walked, me and Bang Boby across the ball field. The pantofel shoes I bought to sound were lettered stepping on the grass. Dad mistakenly bought college kids shoes. I see college students wearing a lot of sneakers, high school shoes. These are office shoes.

“You try what next year?” Ask Bang Boby.

“Still calm the heart first. Bang.”

“Try STAN.” Suggestions Bang Boby. I felt Dejavu. I've heard that high school name a few times.

“Iya would like to also try like that, STAN.”

“STAN great six months college could be PNS in the Treasury anyway.”

“Great doctor again Bang.” My praise.

“Abang only prospective doctors. Great STAN again. Gallant. End of school many girls are after you.”

“ Haa ha ha Pingin fast marriage Bang?”

“Ha ha ha” we laugh. Like former student social student Bang Boby is so smart

comforting partner.

At 8 am medical check-up session I gathered with the prospective doctors. They're smart-faced and bespectacled, innocent. They laugh happily. I took the form sheet and lined up. The queue ends at a door that in front of it reads ”Tes Blind Color”.

A lot of people came out that door. They have finished the test. I looked at the examiners from the documents they were holding. It's easy for me to circle the negatives and make a bit of a scribble like a paraphrase checker that's very easy to replicate. Queues are also crowded, unmonitored. I can replicate it without having a test and then go, very easily, very easily.

The queue is getting closer, I didn't do it. A risk as said by Doctor

tempo day. My heart's at war. If fate whispered. About my story in a secret future. That door determines my journey. My journey

for years to come. He said life in this world is short. It is this world that determines what happens in the afterlife. I doubt I choose destiny

my world. I hesitated to retreat or advance towards the examination door. I backed off and

make the checkers yourself and then leave. Or I go ahead and live

a risk check that I'm prepared to take. I finally chose

come forward. I entered the examination room.

And. I'm failing. The Partial Colour Blindness record was written by the examiner

my documents. Then the examiner called someone, the officer

other parts. He stated that there are prospective medical students who experience partial color blindness. How's the next move?

The clerk told me to continue with a different re-registration flow. We who experience partial colour blindness are required

to another room in the rectorate.

Arriving outside the medical check-up room, I saw Rizqi. He was with Mom and Dad who accompanied him to queue. Rizqi's father saw me, his mother too. Just look at it for a moment, then they turn. In their eyes there was an expression of fear that their son was experiencing the same thing as me, failure. We've met before.

They know I'm a prospective medical student who's about to fail. My tears are unbearable again. I went away from them. Behind the big pole I spilled all my heart, ”Why God? , why did all this happen? I

he always prayed at dawn. Always obey and come from small.

Why is this what I accept. “ I don't think out how the path of destiny's mind. I'm sitting. Behind the big pole. No one saw me. I

crying out. I remember Dad who didn't know where he was going home. Banda Aceh - Kuantan Bay takes a bus for two days. Dad, I feel alone.

Suddenly came Mother's phone. He said Dad had arrived home. My mother said when she got there

at home my father sobbed in tears. My heart was gone imagining I couldn't see it. A sobbing father cries for a way of life for his son. For the first time I heard Dad sobbing, my whole life. I was the one who made her cry, not my mother, not my brothers, but me. How wicked I am. What a wicked me. Lightning should have struck my body. I'm glued after everything

crying out. How much pain I have caused. It feels like a samurai stuck my heart in. Feelings mixed.

Don't cry Daddy

Don't cry anymore

During the time it is not dead

During death have not taken lives

Patience I wait

Destiny changed his mind

My darkness is only an eclipse

If my eyes are back in the light

Not the palace

My whole ocean and my mind for you

My world to you, Dad

Don't worry anymore, my dear father

Your sorrow is more than my sorrow

I'm keeping Daddy

I keep it at the bottom of the deepest trough of my heart

***

“Tett...” My phone vibrates. There's a message coming in. I wiped my wet cheek.

“Salam Friends. Have you tested medical ceck up?  Echa is already. Here again in front of the loby waiting for other friends also” So bumyi the message. I looked at the end of the line of women in the other test room. In the loby, there was a woman standing facing the door. It seemed like someone was waiting for him. Maybe he was waiting for his friend. He's turned. I just saw the tip of her headscarf blowing in the wind from the window.

I'm out of the campus clinic. On a different path. Avoid that woman.