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DEE MESSAGE: Caria Hospital, Marmaris

Dee …        

A great man named B.J. Habibie from the equator, Indonesia once said, "Be a person who is always ready to face the challenges that are in front of you."

Tan was first taken to a hospital, near the Hotel in Marmaris. I did send that to God in a dream game that begs. In fact, the Moon Family is indeed the largest and most dangerous data of the century.

People in the real world only a few know, including my father and Tan's mother. And Tan in that ten-year dream, didn't know anything.

He only concluded that I was the last descendant of the Moon Family, as a failed product that he had to protect. I received the title Moon Girl from her.

Meanwhile, Tan was deeply covered while his breathing grew at the end of the trachea. As soon as the two people around him realized, the bustling failed to heed. For weariness.

I see something really simple. One of the two stood up. No more crying. And I'm completely out of stock of tears.

“Sister, my time is up. Time to follow dad's orders. If this silly man is aware, please convey my apology for having to turn my face,” my door put on the face of willingness.

"Say also .. promise not to die before you erase your hatred" I said.

“What do you mean to turn your face?” ask my brother who you know for sure.

“Ah, just say it like that, Brother,” I said and shuffled away.

Indirectly, Martinus I'm forced to understand. And no longer answer because it has reached the stage of understanding. First reading, it crossed my mind, why do I and my brother have to be in the hospital?

I even forgot the dream sequence I made. God always knows best. To be sure, Uncle Aaron I made an early death in the plot order.

Tan should have been taken but by then he had gained tolerance. Maybe dad would allow it. It seemed like it recalled the sentence about my request to the army earlier.

Ah, I haven't told you yet? When Tan fainted, I braved myself like that. That exhaustion blocked my memory of the groove.

“We are encouraged to think a lot, not think a lot. The cost is different. Too much thinking only leads us to endless consequences. Soaring to excessive future anxiety, to running away from reality,” I said trying to make my brother understand my despair.

“Maybe that's what I'm dealing with right now, brother. Carrying the head box outside of logic is usually exhausting. But ... is that not so, God's hope?” i'm proceeding.

I respond to new things while still moving outside the room. Little confusion lingered in Martin's mind I guess.

“Never seen you so far just because a man, Dee” said Martinus, still sees his sister's back erased by the swing of the door.

Then I pushed the door a little bit inside. Martinus's approximate shot glares momentarily.

“And again,” I said, before being completely erased from Martin's sight. “Delivered Tan, the key to his life was entrusted by Him to me.”

A piece of visualizing the maturity of my words earlier, I scattered the mute. Similar caterpillars are curious about the direction of their dreams in cocoons. I am so glared.

Saturation interprets all the forms of this story statement, making me believe one thing, we are watching the theatrical coupling of God.

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Tan …

“Ah,” I groan small.

“Oh, already aware?”

I showed fondness to Martinus, who was the first man to be shown the eye. I'm still not limber. As I looked up, I closed my vision temporarily. Like resigned to the world like what comes hugging again later. 

I just laughed in this town for a while. What a million dear, God published a different story. My mediator and Dee are getting further and further away. It's not because God doesn't love me. What is contained is the opposite.

Now the hell house there suddenly I miss. Just crossed my mind. I groan in pain. Fifteen minutes into my eyes, there were only gunshot wounds accompanying me and Martinus.

People before. If it had been a chase, I could not count the exact number of Martin's comrades. Now it can, but only the rest. The number of people in the hospital is seven.

I am also in the same condition. I was thinking about the chance of life that the soldier offered me. It's worth being a painful therapy to me, before the execution plan is about to be struck. You'll know later.

I remember this. Dee had no intention of planning violence against me for the dream plot of his creation. One more thing, the tolerance of the army's creation, was indeed related to the invitation of Dee's conversation when my eyes wanted to close last time.

“You must survive young friends, fortunately you are still alive,” said the man who again you know who.

“I'll die,” lirihku simple.

Martin pretended not to hear. He thought of it as my own self. I was tucked between the knots of soft pillows that closed each other narrowly. And I struggled with worry. Little relaxation.

I believe Dee will never kill the main character. Because he wanted reincarnation to achieve its goal. Out of the problem cavity. For me, she is still a benevolent servant figure in the rituals we live.

Said my mother one day: “Very brash of those who ended their lives and cut the beat of her life story. God is reading it. Suicide is the same as removing His smile of hope. As if we are hurt if the main character must die in the middle of the story.

God wants us to have a happy ending. If you want to die, die naturally and naturally. Accept death at the end of the story. Either for a noble cause, or it is time to stretch destiny.

Overview: Keyword is ‘read’. REMEMBER THIS TO THE END FOR THE MIRACLE YOU GET. You will understand the purpose of our story later.

The story that is beyond this story, is the debate between me and Brown at the cafe. Discussing what problems came after Dee and I came out of the dream plot later. And I remember this one.

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“You are not dead yet, so do not worry excessively .. not good for your health," said Martinus beside me, gluing the gaze of affection of a friend.

If I die, I won't die for real. Just separate yourself from the dream.

That is, the world in which we live today is indeed the work of God's fiction. Like me in that dream, do you think our world is also like a work of fiction and God is the author?

Or are we dreaming and God is smiling, with our inexhaustible strands? Maybe it's the meaning of the world only temporarily.

“Ma-Martinus .. Where is Dee? Did her father force her to come home?” I was pegged to above average anxiety.

Martinus tried to get me to calm down with sign language. Putting the face of the right hand. My heart is almost hysterical. I've been holding hands with Martinus.

“Uncle Aaron, how is he?”

“You're in dementia?”

I feel hit. Remembering everything again in its entirety. The immature maturity of my self-consciousness.

“In a dream, there will usually be many jackpots, but none of them come to me. Hah .. I think I should keep trying. Maybe true, luck only favors those who are sensitive and willing to try," I said.

"There is no miracle without effort. Despite the dream, I forgot that this was still in the world. There is blood and wounds. I should have been more careful judging this life,” I said again after finding Uncle Aaron's death in memory.

“Not it in a dream of blood and wounds also exist?” Martinus flashed low. “This is Turkey, the real Turkey, not fantasy .. why did you say this was a dream?”

I'm thinking. But suddenly not strong because suddenly remember the last time, watching myself killed by my own mother in the beginning of the dream plot. And I who was in the hospital was probably more miserable than before.

“That's why I said .. It's still in the world,” I'm getting weird.

“Dee.

“Dee?”

“He is back. Before leaving, he told you.”

Hearing that ... I tried to hold the word rail. Martinus told a short story and then there was a half-long conversation there.

“Ethat my sister meant what.”

“Oh.”

I'm torn apart restless in Martinus' story.

“In my eyes .. Dee actually has the instinct of a gentle and very loving Muslimah,” I said.

“Haha,” Martinus laughs.

“Why?”

“Dee right, you're so weird and silly. Even so, it proves you're not a bad person ... or a classy bastard!”

Martinus gave a slave but his laughter was held back by his fingers covering his lips.

“Ba-bastards? Classy?”

“I didn't tell you, but my sister."

"Martinus, are you struck by your sister's metaphorical phrase?"

“Dee entrusted the key to your life by Him. You hold onto it, so we have to keep going,” Martinus said, instantly changing the topic, realizing my musings were hard to castrate.

“Yeah, like the story on webtoon alone,” I said. “What did the Turkish government think until I was left to spend too long scattering carbon dioxide like this?”

And I seemed to deliberately change the subject again.

“That's what the media reported,” Martinus said.

“How can it?”

“Don't get me wrong, this is just a temporary crib. After this, a new problem would approach even more savagely. You will be taken there, to the place where one must bear the most tormenting moral burden.”

“I don't care.”

“You should care!”

"I am racing against indifference. So, what for?” I responded coldly then.

“For what am I so hard-earned to do all that I don't like? Why should I skin myself with the mist of hatred others have towards me?” I said again.

“Stupid, it's because you're the main character, Tan.”

I'm frozen for a moment.

“Hah .. This is not the right expression. Hey .. but look, your dad put a knife in my veins that day. And that cop charged me with a gun, of course I was raging! Their superficial rumors also curtailed my pride in this country .. I was really upset!”

“Just annoyed?”

“What do you mean?

“I mean, you don't hate him?”

“I told you, helping Dee is a must. I'm just focusing on Dee. I don't hate the body of the man who donated his sperm for you to be born with" I said slowly.

"I just hate the hatred in him. That'sthat's all. Removing your father's hatred is a way of thanking your mother for giving birth to him" I said.

“Then I will protect you from the police and the media. Stay here for a while.”

“You can?”

“Of course. Not just my sister. I'm also one of the people who wants you to reach a happy ending.”

“Really?"

"Hm" Martinus nodded. "I still don't understand why you chose to be his victim just to save our family status. I'm sure Dee himself isn't comfortable in a house he doesn't consider home."

"I also supported my father's principle of ending the world and agreed on weapons of mass destruction. Which our family inherited. Until they called us the Moon Family. But seeing Dee's attitude, my view changed. Maybe my father was not entirely wrong because he was only hurt by his past" Martinus continued.

He then paused for a moment to continue his expression.

"But I don't want to have weak principles and give up on the world like my father. Maybe dad's intentions are good but the way is wrong. Especially after seeing Dee defend you and you who willingly slandered my father just to protect the search for the last descendants of the Moon Family. I don't know your reasons either. Do you and my dad have any connections about secrets on the Moon, too?"

I knew the time would come for Martin to ask such a question. But I can't tell her because it's the same as leaking about my mother.

“If they understand the essence of action, they will certainly not make others a victim. Hah ... even the world should be ashamed of this young man,” shrewd Martinus continued.

“I just want to save our freedom as well as Dee, remove the hatred of your father, and lastly ... save this country from their misunderstanding of me," I replied.

"I think Dee has thought of a way to get your father to be honest about his hatred for the world. I think everything is on one thing. The thing my mother once said," I continued.

“What?”

“Write God's hand.”

“Nubuwah's Book? Dee told me.”

“Not.”

“Then?”

“That was just the opening path of my meeting with Dee as well as this matter. The answer we will find if we reclaim that freedom, our freedom. Freedom so that we can be free and not cornered. Back to the beginning," I explained.

"Don't let the Turkish people linger hating us. If there's been a lot of pressure like this, then I realize how expensive freedom is," I continued.

But I don't yet understand the freedom Dee wants. He doesn't hate anyone, and then feels locked up?

“When in the empty room when I first met you, didn't I tell you about it?” ask Martin again seriously.

“You gave my writing to him?”

“Iya.”

I was a little relieved to hear that answer.

“I whose sister alone, never understood Dee's turmoil and anxiety. But you? Ah, nevermind. Your condition should be the most important now. If one doesn't go, no one goes, to be fair. But if you insist, you can do it when your wounds are completely healed" Martinus explained, as he signaled the end point of the conversation. 

"Of course he would not have the heart to see me tied up in his hands on an iron rod, then let the people ridicule me tomorrow morning" he continued.

“You're right, that's what I want. Wounds like this are nothing. I will not escape execution,” I said but in a straightforward tone.

Soaking in pain with the debris of his own stupidity. "And how did you get in here, Martinus? You also fainted back then, right?”

“T need not discuss it. I'll release you from all these charges .. Wait, "Martinus appears confident and stands up to me.

When the atmosphere was still midnight and the hospital was quiet, all this courage broke trust.

“Where else are we? Are we going to start the fire again? Ah .. God, I really hate fighting," I put out a complaint on him.

Someone is awake. I just gave a smile. He wants to wake up but cannot. His injured leg was hindering his intentions.

“We should also go with them,” I said. “I think this is still a point for us. At least it's not worse than getting an endemic disease, is it?"

“You can joke at a time like this? You have to follow my plan. We'll let them recover here."

One woke up, “We're coming!"

And then the plan changed. Followed by the end of the oppressed. Even though they had different beliefs from me, I still loved their courage and caring.

“You all ..."

“We save this man's freedom, our freedom, Martinus,” said one friend.

“Iya, okay. There's no time to laze around here. Dee needs us, you remember the promise you made to me back then, right, Martinus?” I stared at Martinus flatly.

“Yes, now we meet my remaining friends. You know, I don't know why I'm so trusting of you. I will help you out of this dark world. You said you were dreaming, but I tried to believe it, it's up to you" Martinus replied.

“I just want to break the puzzle of my mother's question. Most importantly, the book I brought first had to find and go home to see my brother, "I said.

“Oh, I don't think you have any family.”

“Of course have.”

A few seconds not running.

“Hey, Martinus ... you-you?” I did not speak of the spirit of Martinus who helped me rise.

Courage is followed by our friends.

“Let's believe that we can do it. You want to be a hero and take back the book, right?” martinus asked me who was still frozen and gaping half-open.

My response was just a smile.

The book that Martinus was referring to was the book that my mother had stolen from Mr. Abraham. But the mother was maligned as the one who stole it from the Vatican Library. The book contains the secrets of the Moon Family and a vision of its mission.

Mr. Abraham told the Turkish government that my mother was the mastermind and that I was the last descendant they were looking for. The last descendants to be destroyed. If Dee had a mind like her father, I wouldn't have helped her.

But seeing that there was a straightening in his principle as the last descendant, I wanted to save him and also go back to the beginning, when mother threw the book into the well after pushing me down the hill.

When I woke up I met Dee and heard all her stories about the Moon Family. Including his father's plan. Those are some of the core issues that I may not have been able to tell you. We were caught and I was put to the idea of slander and self-safety by Mr. Abraham, because I was holding his book.

However, I described the indifference of the book again to Martinus. That sculpted my vision that second, how I paid my moral debt to Dee. The simple thing that woman wanted. 

Wholeness. The wounds on my body were shriveled and destroyed, instantly hearing some golden words from Martinus before.

I lift. My eyes gave off a great conviction. The book must have been hidden by Mr. Abraham.

“I did not really understand the contents of the book that was kept secret and now belongs to the Vatican. But clearly, I would rather know the reason you want to go to that country in the East,” Martinus said again.

“On that .. I also still doubt. However, the book is only a side plaque in this story. As the natural inventor of myself and Dee in that place," I said.

“Wah, I don't know why I'm sure you're dreaming.”

“Yes, you understand? The moment both layers of her lips blew my fear away then started riding my courage at the same time. Well, in that place, in Aya Sofia,” I said enchantingly.

But I'm still gonna find out. Reveal the writing of God that Dee told me to read in that underground city. Well ... wear my faith he said. My mother summarized everything in the manuscript. But not the handwriting that Dee or my mother meant.

Starting from what was the awkwardness of Isaac Newton, when he failed to solve a theology in the Old Testament. Including Hitler's mysteries and historical manipulation, summarized in the manuscript. I think it has something to do with your father's books and principles. He wanted a fast end to the world, according to his view.

"What kind of views do you understand, Tan?"

"A look at the pain that history presents to the world, and also the past of your own father. One thing that did not exist, the location of the man after the IIth world war began to show the end. Its existence is still a mystery and coincidentally my mother comes from Indonesia. Be the reason I want to find out."

“It's complicated in my opinion, Tan. Although to be honest, I am not too interested in the book and manuscript.”

“Yes, later if the story of this early part is finished. Now I just want to say something to Dee,” connect me as if I don't care about the hearing of our friends who follow behind.

“What do you mean by the story of the beginning?"

"Em, that's ..."

"Haha, stop. Regarding the words you were eager to say to Dee, you wanted to express a form of feeling as a man, right?”

“Not. Ah, nevermind. Martinus, we're going outside!"