ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Reading the Love Acts 3

September 1, 2009 After Zuhur.

“Wait Liel. Dani went to the Tax Service Office first ..”

Answer Teuku Dani on the Phone. I called Teuku Dani to ask him to see

STAN's announcement at the Tax Office in front of his house.

Shortly thereafter. “Teet !!!” There's a call coming in from Teuku Dani. I was nervous lifting it up.

“Liel quickly call Dani !” My heart is pounding. There is news that I will tell Father and Mother. What kind of news will I tell you.

I'm at home in Kuantan Bay and Teuku Dani at the Banda Aceh tax office. There are thousands of kilometers

separated us. I was heartbroken and anxiously awaiting the graduation announcement.

I called back Teuku Dani who was across the street, at the Banda Aceh Tax Office.

The STAN announcement that I have been waiting for for him will be heard from Teuku Dani. The hope for a bright tomorrow life is like the life of the Treasury Tax Officer I saw during STAN enrollment. Hope to replace father's tears, restore

my father's happiness, soon fate will be preached to me by God.

Much more nervous than SNMPTN announced a year ago because this is the hope of the narrow door of opportunity opening

for my flaws. I am tormented by this nervousness, but it must end.

I must be ready to accept whatever God decides.

Hurry Liel. I'm out of the house. Cell phone signal disconnected. I don't want to hear a disconnected sound because it could cause misunderstanding. It's so important.

Patience Teuku Dani. I climbed the hill first.

I ran up the hill behind the house. Once there, the wind blew cooling my feelings. I spread my hands up, twirling around looking for tissue

finest. Right in the airy part on the side of the abyss, I found the best position. From that position lies the expanse of rice fields and the flow of the Kuantan River that meanders like a snake

life of. The water continues to flow however smooth the flow journey. I'm ready like a stream of water down there. I pressed the call button. Calling back to the same number, Teuku Dani.

“SSSalam, Teuku Dani.”

“Liel do not be sad yes?.promise do not be sad.“

“Yes...I won't be sad. How's Dani ?”

“No pass Liel..”

“...hhh” My tears

flows down. Porridge like a faucet that comes off the stopper.

“Liel you crying?”

I shut up, then Teuku Dani continued his words.“jangan nangis .., people here laugh aja not pass, happy pun” Teuku Dani trying to cheer me up. He was like patting my heart from far away giving

vim.

“...” I'm still quiet. Unable to say anything. My tears fell down my head, also into my nose,

screech sounds. The earth I was on felt softened, the sky and the clouds fell free as if apart from the hang of God. I squatted down, sitting on the edge of the ravine.

pleasing. From the cloud that clumps in the imaginary depths of the mind are seen a variety of forms. Sometimes the lump formed a picture of my father's face, and a part of it separated from the clot formed a picture of my face.

Moving more and more in the wind, I saw a figure of children walking satirically, across the crowd of roads in front of the Banda Aceh Grand Mosque. I'm like

I saw them from the top of the sky, from the top of the earth where I sat.

Life must continue.

Can't be sad. I have to be strong. If I'm sad, Dad and Mom will be too

grieve. They can't cry anymore. And there can be no tears.

When I got home, I told my mom and dad that I didn't graduate. I'm failing. Mom and Dad took a deep breath. The air that enters the chest nourishes the soul. The soul must be strong, so look at the three of us slowly

slowly make a decision.

I put – items and clothes into a colored suitcase bag

reds. Tomorrow I will go to Pekanbaru. I'm going to start a new life there. I graduated SNMPTN at the State University in Pekanbaru. Suddenly when I packed things there was a box lying down. I gave it to her

to Dad, this is a box from Bang Sahim. Dad opened. It contained a souvenir that read “May Sukses” for me. The writing was written on glass with a beautiful view of the ocean.

“This is where ?” Ask Dad.

“Lamreh .. Well.”

***What is the power of love

In the sky is God the Determiner

When destiny says

What is the power of love

Love is helpless

Even though the sky was touched

And the earth also humbly

What is the power of love

Every human child has

her story

Living the story with certainty

end beautifully

Then love must be strong***

Because love must be strong