ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Reading the Love Acts 4

Sultan Syarif Khasim II Airport, October 2016

I don't hate them. But their faces remind me of the times

then. The three of them sat on the bench of the corridor I was about to pass.

The airport is crowded but there is no other way. I've taken the road in this koridoe. I have to get through it. I stepped on the road

looking down, distracting yourself to look polite. I pretend I don't know them, and hopefully they've forgotten me.

When my feet had passed from their waiting chairs, one of them called out to me, he called out my name.

“Liel ..” They still remember my name. My teacher at High School on the Hill over ten years ago.

“Liel...” The sound echoed along the corridor. The sound waves echoed the space-space

space in my memory. I turned, turned back to the right and smiled stiffly. Then I might shake hands with them.

“Still remember with SMA on the hill?” Said one of them. ‘Sreg’ Amygdala in my brain pulsates, stimulates the acceleration of sexression andrenaline to increase the production of the hormone insulin, my heart beats fast.

“ Still Sir, Buk” I said, smiling wryly, a moment of silence.

“Bapak still remembers everything..”

“In detail” Continue another teacher's mother.

“Already eleven years passed, Bu” My words directly.

“Even your shadow silhouettes, while sitting on the classroom bench after the event, I can still remember it in detail.” Said one of my teachers.

After I was beaten up by the teacher's mother eleven years ago. But I just kept quiet, not even nodding.

“When Mom walks into your classroom, after the beating, I see your cheer is gone, it feels like just yesterday.”

“Mmmm” I'm speechless. Mind glaring. I'm nodding.

“Taste of just yesterday, Bu.”My answer. I don't want to remember the hurtful events

“XX NUMBER FLIGHT WITH JAKARTA DESTINATION WILL BE LEAVING SOON.” The announcement echoed across the airport.

“Sorry Sir, Mom, I'm in a hurry to leave.”

“Salam...” Say before leaving. They returned my greetings. And I was in a hurry to get to my plane to Jakarta.

I went to Jakarta to take the final test as a special State Servant. His acceptance suddenly

arrived and accidentally. Last month I accidentally saw a running text from a national private television.

“Dad see there is recruitment of Abdi Negara from civil servants like you. Didn't you want to be the one who can give the best for this country?” Dad reminded me of the stuttering in the STAN test first.

“ Dedicated Country Servants from Employee Recruitment. Why did the government open it openly with a secret selection system ?. Maybe the state needs it

the best people who want to work hard and sacrifice. Sounds interesting Yah” My response to Dad's story.

“ I'll come.”

Then I followed the selection system until the last test. But in this test it could be a test

from Ishihara's book will appear again. That Ishihara test still threatens me.

Even until later. For that I have to defeat him. I have to conquer it.

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I received an email from a friend in Japan. Mas Hasan's. I haven't communicated with him in a long time.

What news will he tell me.

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(Connected, tomorrow last episode 🙏🙏🙏)