ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
The Perfect Being 4

11.    Mr. X 10 said:

…, but I was told u/medical check up, and what

what happened was that I was color blind and my graduation was revoked…

Now I know discrimination against people like me. Difficult to get

job. My heart is back to packing. I think success is so easy just by relying on brain intelligence and good educational character, I think I can succeed in any major. But no, there will be many

obstacles after this, in my future. What happened the other day was the first wound by the first barrier. There will be obstacles

another obstacle I will face.

I'm still hoping for an opportunity for a line of work that allows blind people

partial colors can work. I remember STAN. My heart is beginning to be drawn to it. Pass test. Lecture. And so the PNS in the Treasury of this Republic. Working at the Treasury Department it could replace my father's tears.

I typed S-T-A-N on the keyboard. Then slide on the screen. There are many search results. I can't wait, though,

I quickly read it. The requirements listed on the STAN website are gender: male, unmarried. Then I read the lines below him and below him again. There is no color blind writing.

My heart's withered. The butterflies that I have not pursued are no longer likely to catch. How

with other government schools, the high schools of prospective state apparatus. I saw the State Government High School: not color blind. I look

College of State Statistics: not color blind.

            I stopped my search. I

get out of the cafe. I walked a few steps. Kos is far away. There are 1999 meters left. My kos is at the south gate, behind.

While the cafe, and shopping center is at the main gate, the distance is 2 KM. I walked faster through the campus complex. And on that trip I no longer cared about the people around me. My view ahead

but my mind is nowhere.

            I remember all sorts of shadows. Memories in my brain.

“*This ishihara book. Do not try to memorize it because this book there are thousands of versions.” Sentence officer RSUD when I first medical check up.

            “Adik will not graduate in the course

cytology and microbiology”

…but the result is the same. I stay in Droup Out...I am a “partial” then without any consideration spun a little directly out-right. Though I know some numbers that are in the color test

I was parial color blind and my graduation was revoked*…

It hurts so bad. Like my future is gone.

which passed by. I walk straight in the crowd. People rushed home because the day had gone by.

Today's twilight, does not decipher the beautiful reddish-gold color, but rather the gray color

the blackened dark. Signs of heavy rain are coming. Lightning had been glowing in the corner of the sky moment by second alternately. The park was crowded

has empty. I stopped at the park. The atmosphere around me was dark. The rain started to fall. I'm the only one who's here.

“Hakhhh...aaa.”.  I stammered. I imagined dad. I imagined the first time I went to school in SD-SMP-School. Trying to be the best and the best. But why is this what I accept.

I sobbed. My tears fell through my nose and cheeks. My cheeks were wet with tears and raindrops

which flows. My throat's choked. “ Ayyy aaa hhh..” I remember dad.

*My knees are limp. I can no longer stand. I'm fallin.  My knees are on the ground. Both of my hands are holding on to the swing pole.  I leaned against the pole, lowered my head, sobbing. I imagined my future. I think all men have the same expectations as me. I want to study, finish school with good results, get a decent job, and get married. But everything is now in motion. So hard to make. The future I thought of

the bracelet is now blurry.

I'm a child bulliying victim by teacher.  Difficult and difficult to get an education. Until my mother worked for my work. I am an innocent child from a modest family who hopes an education can turn his future into prosperity. A child who is always learning. The child who is patient and

be patient. Oh my God this is my path*…

To the garden in the crocodile I cried with the most tears as long as I ever cried.

To God I complain.  I'm falling into a closed world for me. I let the rain that came down wash over my body. Wet everything with tears flowing down your cheeks. It was as if my tomorrow had been ruined when I destroyed it.

My own father is here. There are no brothers. My friend or my camp. There's only me in the park

it was dark with the rain on a cold night. In the rain, I heard faintly the humming of Agam Sidroe, bitter and broken, about the heart-piercing pain.

Lon pijuet hana le aso

Phangpho han lon kira le

Hudep lam donya hana soe

Hudep lon sidroe pajan keuh akhe………………..

(My body is small without it

My body is empty countless

Living in a world no one cares

My life is alone now )