ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Under the Rainbow of Hope 3

This is the last bookstore I went to. Immediately I rushed to his shelves. One by one, I headed. Arrive on a shelf that is usually a book

what I was looking for was. Rack row of test books, on the shelf there are still UAN test books, SNMPTN tests, SOE tests, TNI-POLRI Test guidelines. But I didn't find a book about STAN. I didn't find the book I was looking for. I

ask the owner.

“Pak !. STAN test discussion book exists?”

“No more Decks !. The test is late next month.”

“A few more weeks no sale ?”

“Maybe there came but not sure. The rest of the year we have returned to the publisher in Jakarta. Rarely are his fans here.”

“Ooo alright sir. Thanks.” My speech. I left the last bookstore with a broken heart. Where else am I looking for this Banda

Aceh is no longer a bigger and more complete book store. The new city is building itself from the Tsunami disaster, and on the western tip of Indonesia.

Around the Grand Mosque I walked. Such a hot day. But the heat is not what I feel. My heart is filled with spirit

to fight to pass the STAN test, the State College of Accounting. Becoming a PNS

Ministry of Finance, State Service which manages the finances of the State honestly.

Now that hope has come, my heart is blossoming. Since then I started working hard to graduate STAN. I have to graduate in any program of study at STAN. Even I no longer take into account the priority study program of choice. Any program of study from which I graduated STAN. With that I can

replacing my father's tears, erasing his grief and making him proud by

pass STAN. As long as I pass STAN.

Almost a year ago on the steps of the minaret of the mosque

Baiturrahman I pray. I pray in the same place again. I don't feel like I've been through almost a cycle of revolution on earth. I spent a year

and it almost passed. It's still me and Dad here, we had a fight. God has given me a second chance, a second hope. I want to pass STAN, change Dad's grief.

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Late April 2009.

Although the clouds in the sky and the foam of the ombah in the ocean are equally white. But I do know

the white clouds in the sky. When I walked in the hot sun, from the south gate to the main gate of Darussalam the white clouds

which menagungikuku. Protecting me from sunburn in April in Banda Aceh. The east monsoon winds begin to blow with summer. Weather up to 39 degrees after noon.

The main gate provides a variety of complete boarding children's needs, such as food, food,

I need daily, photocopies, ATM machines, to the post office. Every day I walk from the south gate to the main gate which is 2 km away. My journey from the south gate to the main gate began with a walk to the junction

the Faculty of Agriculture - Faculty of Medicine. In that fork I stopped for a while under the first shade-tree. Then I continued walking on the sidewalk under the row of shade-grown Trees all the way to the end of the Faculty of Engineering

Chemically.  I stopped at the last Cape Tree.

I stopped at the last Cape Tree on the street of the Faculty of Engineering because the sidewalk started

arid.  Because the Tanjung Tree is still small

after the Tsunami sweep. But if the sky is shady I continue to walk up to the Faculty of MIPA. Near the big tree of the Faculty of MIPA, the Tanjung Tree returns

connect to set. But when it was a hot day I stopped under that last Cape Tree. I looked at the sky reflected on the surface of the sewer water. The enormous sewer reflects the shadow of the Sun and the clouds

the cloud is moving. There are clouds that move towards the Sun and there are also clouds that move closer to the Sun and then cover it. When the white cloud covers the Sun, the color will turn dark. And the earth became shady. At that moment I started walking back.

I went to the main gate this time for nothing, but to fulfill my promise to meet someone. He's a friend who's gonna lend me the STAN test manual. I am fortunate for the kindness of his heart. She's a good girl.

I saw a woman standing there

under a tree around the campus gate from a distance. Both of his hands held a rather large book. He's been waiting for me.

“Salammualaikum. Sorry too long.”

“It's okay. I know such a hot day. ” Answer the woman who is standing below

garden fork trees. He may have been waiting for me long enough. He lives near the main gate. Not far from the campus park.

“Yes I wait for those clouds to make shade.”

“Ha ha I know. I often see you walking around and taking shelter. When it rains you often take shelter on the campus terrace.”

“ Ha ha understand...” I hope he understands my limitations, facilities and economy.

“Tak apa...Signa you are a persistent person fighting.” The compliment.

“Thanks ..”

“You can try the test. You can pass.” The woman hopes.

“Hopefully, it turns out to be able to take the test. I used to see it wrong on the internet.”

“But still must learn.” My welcome.

“Iya definitely,” he agrees with my opinion, “ congratulations

learn. I'm leaving first, there's still another job at kos.” Ask for permission to go home.

“Cooking ?” My toot.

“Iya ..”

“Thanks once again yes..”

“Back.” Answer

then the woman passed. He was the friend who had lent me the book

the discussion about the STAN test, which convinced me that I was the most

not trying to take the test.

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