ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Reading the Love Acts 2
August 10, 2009.
Tonight I will also leave Banda Aceh, Tanah Parah Aulia, the previous cleric. The heritage of the endatu, the ancients. I
leaving all my memories with a big heart after saying goodbye to friends. We cuddled. I would like to thank all my colleagues, especially my roommates, who have felt like brothers, Bang Sahim and
the entourage that kept me alive in Banda Aceh. College and facing
reality with adults, so that it becomes a strong person.
After believing that there was nothing left in Banda Aceh, I left. I left the Village of Limpok, leaving the Ring Road
Darussalam. Long time I looked at the Faculty of Medicine, then I turned to
FMIPA, turn to the park that I often swing by myself while watching the happiness of people in the park, turn to the restaurant “Lear Relax SEA FOOT” , my place often buys side dishes to eat at the main gate.
Whether creativity or confusion they write SEA FOOT which means
sea foothills, not sea food which means seafood. I left a route that I used to run when I used to buy side dishes .
Good bye Darussalam.
Goodbye, my day will be my memory.
At the bus terminal during a muddling night ahead of the rain, I was with Rizqi and Bang Sahim sitting in line. They were the ones who brought me
get to the bus terminal. Bang Sahim gives a gift, “ A memento, also for Dad.” Said.
“What is it?” I was glad to receive that little box.
”Open when you get home,” Tips Bang Sahim.
Like Pandora's box that can't be opened. Like a magical Pumpkin given by a Giant to a Red Onion that should not be opened before reaching home. I kept the box. I hugged Bang Sahim. Then I hugged Alqi. And I got on the bus. The chill of the AC in the bus and the cold rain outside, cast their shadow. In the raindrops I saw them last before the bus left Lambaro, the Bus Terminal.
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Ramadan 1 September 2009.
STAN Graduation Announcement. I was so
restless spend time from the time of waking up in the morning until 11:00 pm
these. I spent some thrilling waiting time in Grandma's old house. At
the house is quieter, quieter, and reconcile the heart. Coincidentally in Grandma's house there's an old clock that's starting to die. The clock is unique in not wearing a battery. I started working on turning on the clock that started
die it. I opened the door at the clock. Then insert the lock turning coil
the clock went into the hole. Then turn one hole to the left and the other hole to the right many times until the key of the record does not want to be turned again. Last I adjusted the hour hand and the minute and swung the pendulum, so that the clock
it's normal to be back.
Miraculously without a battery, the clock came back to life. Without battery. Without the second needle the pendulum swings periodically are the pointer of the second. And it'll ring once after half an hour. Then it beats according to the number
number in the clock. His clang echoed throughout the room.
I waited for the clock to tick 11 times. Finally, the clock struck 11 times. But no call came into my phone. Till
Zuhur was also present, there was no news to my phone.
Between Azan and Iqamah is a mustajab time to pray. Then I pray.
I imagined STAN, a school of business in the Bintaro area, in Jakarta. “Jakarta”
a word so sacred in my ears. There is the center of all the centers of the country.Yang said Father there are various kinds of people who live in the land.
Jakarta oh Jakarta, my beloved Indonesian capital.
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