ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Second Chance 4

I've been in

tax office. Quite a lot of people are delivering files. So I don't feel

difficulty following registration instructions. In which space, and

which table should I pass.

“Wah ..much times really. From Riou come here ?!” Officers

first it was a wonder to see the list of schools and my address located far away in Riau.

“Iya Bang. I happen to be in college here. There was a chance then I tried STAN”

“Why not ? good that. Take advantage of opportunity. Brother just finished high school after that lecture at STAN only 6 months.”

“D1 Bang ?”

“Yes. At that time our education in Palembang, took the bus for almost three days, also passed through Riau, your village.”

“Difficult test Bang?”

“Same as about guidance. About Mathematics and English. It's just that you have to be fast.”

“Need extra struggle Yes Bang.”

“Sure. And the result is that you can help your younger siblings, petrifying parents with salaries from the Department

Very decent finances. Twice PNS graduated college he he he.” He laughed by shrinking the last volume in his sentence. Salary in financial department.

I remember dad. I also want to please both parents. I was in college still burdensome Mother who worked in the village, for me. If you pass STAN, you no longer need

paid me college. I can help Mom.

“Please to the next table.”

“Thanks Bang. Infonya.”  I want to thank you for the story that has given me so much encouragement. I want to graduate STAN. Once more

I noticed the people who work in this tax office. They have a cool style, an OK appearance, their salary is well worth it. I want to be like them.

Because of Teuku Dani's house behind the tax office, I immediately played to his house after receiving the STAN exam card. I kept the card neatly in the bag.

Until dusk comes, Teuku Dani and I stop at Syiah Kuala on the way to Darussalam. The road from Lamdingin to Syiah Kuala then to Alue Naga is so beautiful, airy as far as the eye can see is a stretch of tsunami debris. This is the road to Darussalam. After arriving at the end of the Dragon Alue, we continued

turn along Lamnyong Canal towards Simpang Mesra gate Darussalam, to Limpok kosku.

“Then can we still see beautiful twilight like this tomorrow?”

“Entah Liel..., there is only hope that all our desires will be realized.” Answer Teuku Dani

“Maybe we'll leave Math. I used to think college in Mathematics was easy.

It turns out that counting theory is so complicated it is not as simple as living a day Teuku Dani's recognition of lectures in Mathematics, his grades plummeted,

mathematics is essentially E.

“ Or I'll stay here, in Math. For the worst possible, don't pass STAN

and SNMPTN.” I shuddered in my words. I don't want that to happen.

And the sun sinks closing the day, sinking into a sea of light, behind Pulo Aceh, in

the Sabang Island. The sun will come back tomorrow. Tomorrow a new day will come again to announce our future.

When my foot left a trail in the water of Syiah Kuala, I closed my eyes.  I said goodbye to memories.

I got up and turned around without looking back. I walked away leaving behind memories of Syiah Kuala, the tomb of a charismatic cleric in the heyday. Ulama who indirectly became the ruler when the Kingdom of Aceh

it was ruled by four sultans, successive female sultans.

Down the road from Syiah Kuala to Darussalam when the reddish orange sky in the west felt

how lovely. The wide view is the expanse of the sea with unrelenting waves and the continuous roar of wind in the debris

tsunami as far as the eye can see. It was as if the wind wanted to reassemble those pieces of greed.

“Liel, I'm sure in 10 to 20 years this area will be back to what it used to be, crowded by the house-

home.” Teuku Dani Prediction.

“I'm Sure. Succession system.”

“I've heard that term in Biology Lesson.” Remember Teuku Dani.

“Individuals who survive will form special immunity to survive the next natural selection.”

Then I continued. “Time will heal every wound.Teuku Dani.”.

My advice.

I remember my memories from a year ago. And the one year that I've spent has made me stronger

for the next sadness.

I left Syiah Kuala.