ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
The lamreh 2

***Each citizen has the right to a decent work and livelihood for humanity.

(Article 27 Paragraph 2 OF the NKRI UUD 1945***)

The campus library has four floors. On the second floor there are several computers

dragging on the front side. Visitors can use it to the fullest.

The conditions must be queued, unless there is a laptop, visitors can wifi-an as much as possible without the need to queue using the public personal computer.

I outsmarted how I could use the free facility to the maximum. Visit the library after Maghrib. By 19:05, because maghrib

banda aceh is much slower. Or at night because the campus library is closed at 10 p.m. Night is quiet except for some students who are looking for a theoretical basis to support the practicum reports in classical science books. Therefore I visit at night instead of renting an internet shop for 5 thousand/hour which is expensive for me. Then I surfed on the second floor of the library. Sometimes I see Rizqi outside the library below

tree, wifi with laptop.

Since I started college I have been familiar with internet technology. Knowledge and social networks become

without limits. So that the internet became the way my brother and I communicate despite being separated by national borders. My brother is in Malaysia and I sent him a letter by email. When I got to the computer where I used to surf, there was an email coming in, an email from my brother.

“Home father and mother miss.” As the message sounds. My sister knew I was reluctant to go home. I'm not feeling good about the Mountain Village Crying.

I'm shy. I have been the subject of Mother-Mother stories in the market until the Fathers in the coffee shop. A failed doctor due to color blindness. I am heavy-hearted

to home.

Go home…

We'll have a feast soon. The end of the month will end with a feast day. The holy day. Forgivenessfully.

Go home…

I'm thinking.

Deciding to go home or not. Rizqi has returned. Kos is deserted. The campus also began to fall. Last days before the feast.

I have to decide.

“Tet!!”  The bus horn sounded. I'm appalled. My daydream stopped my memories stored up again and I rushed towards the bus.

 “Down...,down…! Ba Je Bue.” Shouting kernet bus. I rise from my daydream. It's still raining. I saw the crackling melt flowing on the outside glass.

hurrying to open with a potluck meal.

Then I went to the ablution to perform Maghrib Jama’ Isya. After coming out of the little mushalla on his porch there was a Father of father's age, his eyes were blind. He holds the alms box outside the ablution place. I was touched by the sad shalawat he chanted accompanied by the rhythm of the rain. Praise be to the Creator for the grace of life that he felt though unable

seeing the beautiful world. I was so touched. Then I did

as everyone else did, put some money on his alms box. When I was about to turn around I was restrained because I saw the liquid in the

his eye. I came back to put a tissue in her hand just to wipe her tears. Then I left with a greeting.

I went back to that bus

leaving soon. The driver turned on the music to meddle in the rain. The song Si Bijeh Mata voiced shahdu which describes my longing for Dad to come home.

***Teugeut hi aneuk jantong ayahnda

Well dear Dodo lam ayon ija

Darling dear jantong ayahnda

Dodo dear lam ayon ij***

……

Darling dear jantong ayahnda

Dodo dear lam ayon ija

The Love of the Bijeh Mata

I close my body to the back of the chair and close my eyes trying to sleep

and dreaming.

*ba je bue means eating rice in the local language aceh.