ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Amygdale 3

I often wonder why rainbows are always on the horizon at dusk. Perhaps, the Rainbow wants to show the description of the beautiful color in a moment, then the night took it. It could be that short time to give people wisdom about the meaning of separation.

There is no eternal togetherness.

There is no eternal togetherness, like the togetherness of clouds swept by the wind when dusk comes. The sweep of the wind is what gives birth to a drizzle that outlines the color of the rainbow

at the end of the night. Rainbows are fleeting time, lost with the fading of solar rays. The clouds gathered at the edge of the sky parted, disappearing as nature changed night.

Dusk is a determinant of changes in the course of one's life.

Natural changes.

At that time, when one twilight my mother accompanied Bibi went to the house of Mr. Waka High School Students at Above

The hill. The purpose of Mother's visit was to talk about the case that had happened to me. An event that can not be forgotten, drowned and continue to be forgotten. Mom talks about sitting things, good and bad, where the problem is so clear that there are no misunderstandings, resentments, and

forgiveness comes from a sincere heart. It is not right and wrong except clarity and forgiveness.

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There is one day in life. A good day of good fortune in your affairs. An ill-fated day of doom as long as you walk that day. I was born on the Day

Tues. Says the ancients, “ Often the day on which we are born will be the day on which the harshness will come”, I was born on Tuesday. Tuesdays

it was a fateful day for me, the myth. The day that every evil will come. Tuesday of this week is the day that the beating case that happened to me was even one week. Honorary mother teachers who teach accounting subjects will re-enter the classroom.

What will it do to me ?

Forgiveness

Or more retaliation for the explanation of the mother to Mr. Waka Kesiswaan.

He will come soon. He will enter the class.

I remember one incident that often happened in childhood. About the pup that fell from the tree. The young bird was caught by a wild cat.

The little bird was bitten and taken to its nest. The bird was clawed, slammed to the point of helplessness, but not killed allowed to hurt and endure the pain. A pleasure for the cat who catches it.

The head of the Master Mother formed a corner in the direction where I sat. Arriving in front of the class, he sat quietly. The atmosphere was silent and he called my name. And he told me to go forward to

in front, stand in front of the class. And like a fairy tale about a cat catching a baby bird. He was ready to vent his anger on me, revenge on me

the helpless. A 15-year-old child, who is not yet an adult.

            “Ayo

apologize !” Diktenya.

            What mistake?. I was beaten and forced to

apologizing. If only the Minister of Education knew what the Mother Teacher was doing to me. Aduhai Mr. Minister who is far away in Jakarta, now your son is far away in the Kuantan Valley is being wronged. God is fair to fate

man, should I apologize for satisfying an ego, self-esteem at the expense of myself.

Alright I succumbed to a temporary life in the world.

“I apologize Bu.”

“Heh !!” Greet him, then he began to curse, berate me.

Insulting my family.

“Who are your parents?!”

“Except Koramil, I'm just daunted ..” He humbled both my parents.

“Child snitch !”

“Just wear a skirt, like a girl only !”

the other. What should I do now ?. Go awayl. If I go I don't know where to go?. I'm not a who-who. I went awry.

For two times forty-five minutes I was cursed in front of the class. The entire student was silent

witnessed. The tongue has uttered harsh words touching, touching harshly, scratching amygdale. My amygdale's deepest passageway is injured. I did not cry, even though the space in my chest was already wet.

I can't hold back anymore. I can't hold on anymore. I can't afford to be in High School

on the Hill again. I gotta go.

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I call Kuantan Bay High School the city High School. The distance from the city High School from home is quite far,

about half an hour's drive. There are two options for attending school there, which means leaving home or other options to stay in

home but go to school early in the morning.

If I stay at home I have to go to city High School early in the morning, the journey to school is only taken by using an oplet with a route between two cities, the trip to the city, lubuk Jambi sub-district city - the capital of the city district of Kuantan Bay. The apple brought the vegetable merchant

major is really morning. The traders began to look for rizki at the beginning of the day, really early in the morning. If I move, I have to leave, too

true morning. And by using an oplet which means a large educational cost is incurred for the cost.

“Move ..” Mom agrees I moved.

“Two of your sisters are still in college in the city “ Dad reminded about the cost.

“Emak will work” Promise Mom.

“...” Father silent.

“Emak will pay you, high school, despite the great cost in the city High School, as long as your heart is happy, your heart is also happy” Once Mom's promise, my eyes glazed over. So great is the sacrifice of the mother for her child.

“Mak...” I am anxious, but unable to say anything. I can no longer afford to be in that environment

making the feeling of heart pressure, High School on the Hill.

“Have you worried, Mom will work more.”

It's true your affection all the way. Your relationship with the child who has ever

being in her womb for nine months was incredible. For the love of Mom, she was trying to move me to high school in the city. It will work more. Mom started tapping the rubber sap, on a cold morning as the dew fell, when it

rubber sap was even more, Mother went to the garden, for my sake. It is amazing to sacrifice your mother for her child. I will always remember this.

Until one day, I first set foot in the city High School. At the gate I saw

a group of white doves flew among the palm trees. A picture of nature that reconciles the heart. It is a good sign to start something. Armed with good learning results in SMP. I was accepted to be a new student at the city High School. Then I said that there would be a lot of things that have changed in my life. A new life. And I went to school really early in the morning, early in the morning among the high school boys in my village, and so did I go home, back home last.

I started my new life, at the end of August 2005. Not long after that, Mr. President

far in Jakarta revising the price of fuel oil that has been subsidized, gasoline again rose from 2400 per liter to 4500 per liter. Ascension

gasoline cost of the route between the two increase doubled so that for transportation costs alone Mother must find as many as 8000 rupiah every day.

For love.

Love is much more

more valuable than treasure.

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