ISHIHARA (Blind Color-Real Story)
Earth Groundwater Oil 1
Early March 2008
A space that has a three-dimensional dimension will change to a four-dimensional when it is in coordinates
the time. And the four-dimensional analogy of nature is like the sheets of the book of life, each sheet can relate to the other sheet in front of it through a hole. Pit
which can connect the front sheet with the back sheet of the book of life, similar to the wormhole theory that can traverse the dimensions of space and time.
I too, like I was connected from the first grade of High School when I was under the middle school tree telling me about the Oil Company Scholarship first. I was like connecting with the sheet in the third grade of High School who was in the school hall to become the third general champion.
Third general champion.
The third general champion, is not an excess of pride, but has a privilege
itself to me. The third general champion means being one of three, the first step forward for a pawn to receive an oil company scholarship such as
I dreamt of it first.
Pionku stepped forward to become the school's representative in the oil company scholarship. Until one day, when the school held an open test for three champions to
being one, one prospective oil company scholarship recipient that I aspired to first.
The school conducted an open test by providing an objective matter with corrections directly in front of us. I work on it with a calm heart, without any burden and
ambition. Calm as calm as the flow of the Kuantan River during the dry season. And time is like sand in the hour whose grain falls to the end. Like an
the opportunity to complete the test items will also end. Then at the end of the time the items were up, we had to submit a completed or unfinished answer sheet.
The school gave us the answer key. The teacher makes an open correction up front
our. Ultimately, fate will be fate. And fate will be fate. I got the highest score. My pawn box took a step up, towards the scholarship
oil companies. I felt dejavu, the most beautiful dejavu.
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As with anything we are today, there are some of our characters that are traces of our former homes.
Its breadth shapes the way we perceive space.
Narrowness shapes the way we get around limitations.
His spirit shapes the way we tolerate.
The loneliness shapes the way we cope with the silence. (Banghai, 258).
The house I grew up in was a simple house on the side of the road that crossed the island of Sumatra. A house that is small in size but feels spacious to me, because it is only inhabited
by the three of us, Father, Mother, and I. It's quiet, but I'm used to it
lonelier. Away from the commotion, whatever you want to talk about then say it. Homehouse
for us it is a place of sharing.
Rintik pounded the roof of our house with a regular knock. Adding to the sad rhythm of the nights at the end of February filled with rain. In my own middle room in the delusion of the future. I'm thinking about oil company scholarships, working at the oil company. Mom and Dad were in the room,
slumbers.
“Medicine..” I heard such a small sound.
“Become doctor.” That's dad's voice.
“Isn't it so expensive?
” Continue mother's voice, faint in the middle of the sound of rain.
“I will try. Taking a loan from the bank. Pawned salary”
“Even until retirement.” Continue father.
I silently stared in the middle room. My ears focus on father and mother.
“Does he want to be a doctor?”
“He must be a doctor. The doctor is a good job. Helping many people. Not like
stressful office work”
“So much political pressure.” Added Father.
“Abang already filed for early retirement for next year”
“Pension ?, Can't it anymore to be patient ?” Ask mother.
“Truths are difficult to maintain, politics are also pressing, if retirement is easy-if there are reserves
which is better.” From Dad's answer I understood what was happening. By the time I graduated, we had a disaster, Dad's idealism was under pressure in the world of work. I prefer a young retirement, heavy indeed. I know Dad is very sad. My only hope is to stay. That's why I promise to make you proud.
“But our son is going to college, need more cost,” protest Mom.
“After early retirement, your heart will be calm. More time to take care of the garden,” answer
Daddyh.
“If it is the best according to your heart. We will always support brother..” Mother agrees to father's decision.
“Ease there rizki in another place”
“Look at our son so smart, brother's heart is so big when he is called the champion. One day people who are not happy with us will see him successful.” Continue father again.
“Become a doctor, help many people, away from political pressure.” My father dreamed far away.
“Become a doctor ..” This sentence is clear in my ears, it even clearly reaches the bottom of my heart.
“Amin...” Mommy Said
In front of my father's door, I closed my eyes. I just realized my cheeks were wet. Tirmates fell.
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