LO-D
THE EVIDENCE OF LIFE

Tan ...

I remember my mother's crying, before she walked me up the hill. I realized that my mother was the one who suffered the most. And my mother's burden is pointing at me. I felt like I was really going to meet the life-extracting God. Forced to live in Dee's world when I wanted to die.

If the choice between saving the country of people at the risk of being hated, returning to the outside world without bringing home any plans, or leaving Dee and giving up the dimension of time.

I'm still worried about the shadows about my brother's words. Worried that I wasn't ready and accepted what I was about to receive. The young man whose nature is the incarnation of a boy like me is increasingly restless by the groove that Dee wants.

Dee …

There were three, five, no, six people who already looked resigned, in a supine position and bound by his hands. They were my brother's comrades who, in essence, wanted to protest against freedom and baseless slander, but that was what was accepted.

If they don't do that, father will launch his intention to use that weapon of mass destruction.

Tan felt responsible for getting them involved.  Although, this is their own decision. Awareness, once again has a great effect on the value of the quality of one's thinking.

I could see easily from the top of the building. Tan didn't know I had arrived first. While I let out a long breath, take shelter. Occasionally glanced at Martin's comrades with Tan, being closed resigned.

You can think of me as a demon because of the creation of a cruel dream plot for Tan. I have a reason, as one who knows the end of love in my love for her.

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Tan …

I know that Dee seems confused, as if trying to figure out a way to do something. He tiptoes toward the top of another building. What's he thinking?

“Not so his acting plan. Gosh, that girl, "I muttered loudly in my heart involuntarily.

Once again the girl was troublesome in my eyes. As he looked up occasionally, he saw Dee talking to a leader. He pulled the dress plan of the leaders of the country up there.

While from my point of view, the mixed view on top of the building destroyed all of us mentally. The rulers of the state and the laymen who do not know about the weapons of destruction lurk the world, really making me want to protect everything.

For me that second, protecting them from hatred towards me was the same as protecting my mother as well. Including Dee.

Dee, he was the first shiver to give me free rein. But I want him to survive his own dream world. Instead of giving up, I just wanted to prevent something similar from happening in the real world, outside rather than this dream.

If I fail in that plot ritual, then For that, I just need to accept that execution. I just need to die to wake up quickly. That's how something thought at the beginning, until in the end Dee tells impliedly, if everything still can not be repaired in the real world.

I intend to meet Dee and meet those Astrophysicists. Destroying all information about the Moon Family and possibly .. was forced to kill Mr. Abraham. But after time flowed to other parts, Dee had already anticipated that. There are things he still wants to show me before he ends them.

I'm even grateful that if Dee chose to follow her father's thinking about annihilating mankind .. Just because she hates all disputes and wars, I would not be willing to be slandered and replace her.

I was so willing to die and be slandered by his own father for his plan to succeed, just so Dee wouldn't die. Just so Dee doesn't feel anyone's hatred. Because he has a different principle than his father, then I want to protect him. And that moment began to be aware of mother's last words. The reason you asked me to protect Dee.

Enough already he was hated by his own father and mother, because it was considered a failed product. Because it is considered the last descendant of the Moon Family who has information, about the weapon of destruction. Dee even realized I was protecting her and she didn't leave me. He chose to fight with me to find a way to end it all, without blood.

And I realized, the dream result of his plea to God is aimed at improving things, which will happen similar ten years later in the real world. Because originally we were just a kid who still likes to complain about problems in the real world, outside of this dream. Dee, he's been down and level with us.

Dee …

“Can one live without freedom? War and then win. When victorious they continued to attack all the way to the last point, causing more and more red liquid bodies to spill. Never satisfied even if you have achieved your goal. How is the world different from hell?” I kept sobbing and braced my hands to cover my ears.

Tan glanced occasionally from below and seemed to hear my inner safety. I knew he saw me.

“Although this is a dream, can I give up now, Lord?” my cock. I have no heart for the main character I love to bear the moral burden, because my selfishness to just be able to fight with him. Even though I knew Tan's storyline as the God of this story, I still couldn't.

Tan …

There's no place for him to go home. He never smiled for long with his father's material. My greatest astonishment is, what sin would we be if we fell for wanting freedom together?

Well. I no longer care about Hitler for the first part of my story plan, in the God-made world. My consciousness, and even the Book of Nubuwah on the Moon Family, no longer wanted me to care.

Because I think it's true, the answer to the mother's question at once is only one, the handwriting of God is attached to Dee who is the key to my life from Him. Not only about me, because I'm sure Dee is keeping a secret. As Martinus told me, while in the hospital. One word in the dimple of my conscience, freedom.

What does it mean? What does all that mean? Do you know where we can find him?  What's more expensive than that?

All of these questions are at least emphatically sculpted, hundreds of inches into my mind's network. Broadly speaking, all of Dee's problems stem from the same root fibers, freedom that is taken away and we want to reclaim it in order to rest in inner peace. Dee did torture himself a little in writing the dream plot.

“Perhaps it is better to die than to live without freedom,” I murmured softly.

Several steps back were taken by the feet of the executors.  Throw it over that long, sharp object. It appears that the executions will be carried out simultaneously. Each one with his thoughts.  Tracing slowly to my face and friends like there is an outside attraction than usual.

At least in this pose, I can still think, where did the birds fly to, then stop for one-eighth? Ah ... why was it that when I was about to die I thought of such a simple thing?

I'm not really going to die. Just separate yourself from this dream. I'm sorry, Dee. But I don't blame him for acting which is not my hope.

Long wait for scolding. I warmed up the spirit first after being mentally ready to solidify. By reciting the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Merciful, my speech in the next few minutes, right or wrong, will drastically change the future of that fantasy world. The future through historical change.

My mother: “Because a good change is a real proof of life.”

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“I want to live!” the sound was blaring down. Stopping a few seconds of execution.

“I want to be free!” his voice is getting louder.

All eyes are stolen. I recognize that screech. I didn't realize I was smiling for a moment. Then it changed again spouting flashbacks of my fate.

“I want to be happy!” the voice is much more firm now. A woman on her tiptoes came down with her spirit grains.

“Dee?” I looked up. “Stupid base, has she gone crazy, Moon Girl?”

The toss felt heavy to just be a whole sentence.

“Should I teach you again about stupidity? Stop giving me a chance to taste your concern, please,” I scream so loud and hot.

Dee came downstairs until it was right in my face. The sound of the palm becomes the beginning. Earlier than anything. Braver than anyone else. And the crying again formed a tear crystal.

Half sucked the girl, apparently trying to stop the balls of liquid from the temple so as not to spill. He was a little one-third of a minute. After that, maybe because he was no longer in power, his fingers flicked dancing again ready to slap me. Maybe good acting according to him is like that. I don't know, my whisper to her doesn't feel like it.

"Don't you notice your attitude? What do you think you're doing?” I broke Dee's inability to control her emotional space, while being in front of me was full of courage. I understood what was in his heart at that moment.

“You're good at talking about justice. You know all if I ask you about freedom. Then this is what I saw? Did my message to Martinus not get you to see? I can't believe you chose to give up,” Dee said half-boiled.

'‘Tan, give me your hand, I will hasten this dream. It's too much to be borne by you. I was too evil to create this part of the execution" Dee paused for a moment.

"Now we are heading for a space where there is still love and drama. We head to the house of Pondok Sulaimaniyah and I will give you the answer to all these problems. I'm the one who created .." he continued.

I haven't heard Dee's last words, when I grabbed her hand. But I haven't really gotten out of the ritual plot yet.