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SILLY PLAN

Tan ...

My mother beyond that dream, once gave information that we would know unconsciously and later, when it arrived at some other strands. Here is the light …

"The man who died, his brain was still working for ten minutes. Although it is diagnosed that the pulse and heart are not beating, this is really relevant. It's like the state of the brain when humans are sleeping soundly."

I felt how to sleep and fainted in a dream (sleep itself), including in Dee's engineering world.

Again, the right brain plays a more dominant role in the universe. The human brain is the most complex structure in the universe. But alas, the genius Albert Einstein was only able to coordinate the emanation of the absolute intelligence of the cosmos in the range of 30%.

In fact, Einstein was not the greatest genius in the history of world civilization, Alfa Edison, was not the first man to come up with the formula for the creation of the light bulb, and the first discoverer of the American continent was not Columbus. But the point of his stupidity dimension is that some of the contents of the Bible have been altered by muddy hands.

The tragedy of a much-manipulated world may now be kept neatly in the form of super-secret documents. Which when dismantled ... it is not impossible that the world will gather in one gray point.

Actually, that's not what we want, is it? The root of the consequence is, the succeeding generations; the present generation. They became victims because of wearing glasses of the past that blurry.”

And the memory of what my mother said, I think can make you understand why you hate this world. Including Dee's father who wants world peace in the wrong way. The weapon of mass destruction is a testament to the dark past.

We return to the ritual plot of Dee's creation ...

In connection with the mother's enlightenment earlier, there is a code of science that covers the spiritual I carry God's mission. But he was not charged with going beyond the material sciences beyond his belief. Like a famous hallucination, the explosion of a person's heart rhythm disturbed. Sounds stale.

“Hik ... hik ..”

The whimpering of a woman's cry gently clogs my eardrum.

“Tan?”

Again and again.

“Tan?”

Once more.

I realized I was strengthening my eyes, my hands seemed to be grasping something so comfortable. Warm and soft. Slowly when the grin opened his eyes, Dee was clearly first seen by both of my eyeballs.

“Tan, thank goodness you are aware,” said Martinus who was standing next to Dee.

“Dee, where am I? Hey, you're crying again. I guess it's really become your hobby now.”

For the umpteenth time, Dee hugged me suddenly. I gripped it strong. Like not willing if I have to get away from him. Then I threw the hug away subtly. Same thing as before.

“I'm happy because no one has suffered serious injuries," I said slowly, not too want to question Dee's treatment which he felt had to be repeatedly reminded but still done.

“We are at the home of late Uncle Aaron,” Martinus said.

“Oh, so it seems.”

Then I put my gaze on Dee's eyelid pop.

“You haven't changed. Still a crybaby. I loved your courage at the time.  Thank you, you managed to buy time. I'm proud when you tried so hard to persuade the leader to stop his punishment against me" I showed a proud expression.

“Your acting is perfect even though I originally thought you would be wrong. After all, why run from above exactly like a desperate person so?” my many.

Dee was silent, not bothering to discuss the task he had done.

“My brother, maybe he's conscious and his eyes open brighter. His heart is more radiant. If he regrets having rejected my previous plan. He was blinded by despair" I said.

"For him, I'd love to slap him back. I pulled that curly hair. But nevermind. This is the best way even though it has not found its end,” continued me to curse the nature of brother.

“Oh, that brother you told me about, huh?"

“When in the fireplace of my dreams, I had a chance to talk to him. Even though it was just his shadow, somehow I felt that it was real, Brother Rey saw me, he gave me a new direction of view.”

Even in a dream can there be dreams? My psychic reasoning no longer works on that. Maybe that's the reason for the mother's enlightenment I told you about earlier; the human brain. I reckon.

“What is your reason for saying that is not when it will be executed?” sela Dee's.

I set aside the view. Dee and Martinus realized something was up. A thing related to the words to me when I was hanging in the crowd.  Words about change-carrying children.

“Kids in the country, they can be a replacement.”

“Sure," sambarku. “They will be readers of my writing,” added me suddenly.

Dee and Martinus put on a sour face.

“Do you know the conditions outside now? Society blames us for the death of one of its executives. And the one who died was him.”

“Dia?”

“He who is the leader wants to help you convey your writing message. In fact it is the only executive that the Master said can help us communicate peacefully with the Turkish population. Your present situation is only tolerance. After you recover, the three of us will be in court" Martinus said.

"I also regret why he's the only executive who can?” Martinus implies concern. Sneers sharp. Like being hit by some kind of lead, my mind grumbled violently. I'm getting dizzy with it" he continued.

“The bottom line is we have to find some children in this country to be our helper,” I said hotly.

“We can start from children in exile,” Martinus proposed even though half-baked.

“Exile? Where are your friends now?” ask Dee.

I'm still confused. Obviously tired. Exhaustion. Not play.

“Meeting with the children should be done as soon as possible. We're going to those kids now!” my words loudly made the two people near me gap.

“Tan, but your condition?” ask Dee worried.

"It's nothing Dee, my pride means a lot more. I should probably take care of this right away and go home and wake up,” I said as I stripped away all the sleeping devices that were attached to my body.

“In a quiet atmosphere like this is certainly easy for us to get out far,” said Martinus.

“We go straight to his place,” said Dee.

“Who?” my many.

With a little help from some cloth and robes. Third fighters like us changed ourselves temporarily. Change clothes that have been marked by the residents of Ankara, Anatolia, Istanbul, all Turkish cities, especially their soldiers.  Dee covered her face with a veil. I'm glaring.

“I know what you mean about the king of the land, Tan,” Dee said. “One coincidence. I can take you there. There's a grain of my understanding of those two words, I hope not wrong.”

“Just do it, Dee,” I said.

There is a flurry of romance that is getting more mature. Speaking through understanding. Understanding through the pores of hierarchical relationships.

“Since when has your heart been tapped to accept my whisper offer? You start thinking about wearing that hijab longer?” my smirk.

“I wanna be ..” babble Dee.

“What are you talking about?” tanyaku plain. “It's not time yet. You can only wear it when you say the keyword.”

I didn't heed Dee's earlier words.

“He will ask for your help. You can end this story safely, Tan,” Martinus.

Dee, wearing a yellow butterfly-patterned black veil, looked like a Muslim woman in my eyes. It means as a disguise. Makes Dee much more attractive in my heart.

Although Christian women like Dee himself are not aware of his small actions. But I kept curious to touch Dee's decision to wear the hijab.

“You are sure of your decision?” my many.

“Iya. I found peace in it. I feel it from you. Very felt.”

Hearing his brother say so, Martinus smiled.

“Martinus, do you agree?” my many.

“When I met you in an empty room, I told you about my sister's life, right?”

And the wind continues …

The three of us are like superheroes. Instantly outside, everything seemed quiet. Naturally, it was still very early in the morning. Long enough waiting. Our footsteps were carried away by the spruce of life.

A few tens of minutes would be spent arriving at the place where the comrades that might be left. Especially to go to the place of those little kings. I have also carved a writing that I myself assume is the light of our hearts.