Jasmine and Prodeo Andrean

Chapter 1

It's not him, you or them, us or us. It's about me not having clastrophobia or nytophobia. If the two diseases are phobias in the narrow space and darkness, I am the opposite. I love the space and make friends with the dark.

Dark for me is a space for me to be able to save myself, free to express myself without fear of anyone seeing or disturbing.

For me the dark room is the best hiding place, which makes me comfortable, quiet without anything to disturb. I am like a blind man, but I can see clearly everything around me.

I'm not blind either, but I blinded my eyes, and as I walked in the bright room I liked my closed eyes, which is strange. But it's not strange for me and my world.

In people who can see like me, an area of the brain called the medial occipital plays an important role in visually registering signals.

In people who experience blindness early in life will operate this brain area to detect sound. This is what makes a person hear better than a normal person.

At birth or young age, the brain centers that regulate vision, hearing and other senses are all still connected. These existing connections may continue to be maintained and used to process sounds in people with blindness.

Because it is sometimes known that people who experience blindness can not only hear better, but also have a better sense of touch and stronger smell.

And I trained myself since childhood to be independent of my sense of sight. I learned to sharpen my sense of hearing, smell and touch like a blind man.

Introverts can be, because I also like solitude. The crowd to me is like an enemy, which disturbs the peace. For me dark is not just a loyal friend, silence is also not just a vacuum, but I shape and build beauty and charm.

This is where I am now, wearing karate gear, and practicing alone with my eyes closed. I've always tried to train my hearing with an echolocation detection system.

A system such as bats and dolphins, which without seeing but able to detect objects around it through the reflection of sound.

"Thudes".

I aimed Oi zuki chudan's punch, a blow to the head at the samsak that was in front of me, and Kisame zuki who hit without stepping foot.

Almost every day I practice, and only one person has trained me since. But since I was considered capable enough, then I practiced more on my own.

"Square"

The sound of the door opening and the light turning on, someone came in and approached me, smelling the scent of his body from the moment he stepped up, to be close enough to me.

"I'm sorry to bother you, it's time you prepare to meet the Great Lord, because he's coming soon".

I listened without turning around,

"Uncle, is there something you want to say, why did it come so suddenly?".

"Sorry Young Master, I don't know. Isn't it natural for a father to see his son".

"Yes, it's natural, but it's not natural that he says he wants to meet after all these years. Doesn't he hate my situation and everything I do?".

"A father always has a place in his heart for every child. The longing must exist regardless of all his actions and attitudes which you think are acts of hatred for your situation".

"Alright, I also want to know how big a place for me in his heart, and how much his longing is for me, or maybe even the other way around. He only comes for an interest, not a concern".

"We'll see Sir, whether or not what Young Master said is true, when Father Master has come and spoken to you".

"Okay, my lord, excuse me".

"Hemm"

The lights went off, it went dark again. I stepped into the room with my eyes still covered in cloth. Shower and change clothes, then sit in a lounge by listening to the latest news.

Before long a footstep was dragged, with a stick in hand was heard approaching me. Without seeing me know, the man I called Dad was looking at me, sighing heavily and sitting next to me despite being blocked by the table between the benches we were sitting on.

"You're still holding on like God left you blind. He gives you a very good sense of sight".

I smiled, the vidio I listened to turned it off. The voice I heard was a voice that had been long gone, not just for a year or two, but for twenty years I had not heard.

The voice that he said was the figure of a father who missed his son, but in fact the voice remained unchanged as before, only the tone of his voice was getting heavier due to age.

"How are you, what a surprise on an unexpected day. As if the atmosphere was supportive, the cool air was now hot with the sudden arrival of Father".

The sixty-year-old man sighed, this son is already good at playing words with him. A son he never met for a reason.

The only son of the woman he loved so much, but then he was estranged from his life.

"I've come to see you, whether you've changed or not including the weirdness that used to follow you".

"Twenty years did not meet, obviously changed. Isn't it clear from my physical now that looks dashing. This son of yours is not a weak man, although the strangeness you mentioned is still inherent in me".

"You're getting more confident, young man, it's good I like it. But baby, why the strangeness in you also does not disappear over time. There are too many psychiatrists guiding you, but they always say you're enjoying yourself".

"My weirdness to my father is uniqueness and grace to me. You no longer need to spend your money to eliminate my uniqueness. Because I'm not gonna do it, even if you bring thousands of psychiatrists in front of me".

"Well, I'm not forcing you to go see a psychiatrist who's always been your enemy. But you can refuse my wish to marry you to the woman of Father's choice.

Your age is enough to give me a grandchild, so that later he can be my successor, not like you who spent your youth with a hidden life".

"I thought you came because you missed me, or cared about me. But in fact you haven't changed Mr. Jared Putratama".

"I'm doing this because I care, how long you're going to hide. This world is not only black like your current world, but there are also red, white, green, yellow and other colors.

You are thirty years old, no longer an age that requires you to remain hidden in a tight and dark space. Open your eyes, use your sense of sight and see the world.

I don't want to know, one week from today you're married and there's no objection, understand".

The man clenched his hands, this was not what he expected from the arrival of a long-unseen father. But the person called Father by her just left after conveying her point, making her careless.

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Thank God chapter 1 of my new work done.

Happy reading, may it give you knowledge and meaning. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

articles about blindness taken from lifestyle.okezone.com