LO-D
18. THINGS DEE KEPT SECRET
Dee ...
The story of Martinus. Those kids, they came too. The leaders of the congregation were having a short discussion. A decision they must make. As often as all heard the sound like the peace of the street bride. Martin directed them in. The nine-man cottage children looked so innocent and innocent. They were an average of ten years old. There are ten at the beginning but that one will play a more important role here. But that second, I felt Tan was behind me or just my gut feeling.
“Sarah has arrived there?” martinus asked a friend.
“Our friend has already dropped him off. Faster than you anticipated.”
At the broadcasting station, we returned for a bit. I wish I could guide the little girl's heart. She just arrived and the water on her face melted my nervousness. The little girl who was in the cabin crying was more dominant than anyone else. Meanwhile, Uncle Sham accompanied Brother Martinus in the courtroom with nine other children.
“Sarah can, believe in Brother Dee, yes? Let father and mother wave from Heaven,” I tried to play the role of my female instinct.
“The leaders of the congregation, the residents of Istanbul, Ankara, Efonia, Izmir, and all the Turkish Citizens wherever you are, please listen to the testimony of the hearts of these children, the true kings of our land," I'm more blazing and pointing the voice at Sarah. After giving a paper, which was nothing but a small note Tan's mother used to read them. The words that have been created since in that empty room. One deposit from Tan to Martinus for me.
A few minutes later …
My Country's Symphony.
A one world country.
There are leaders who are led. The inhabitants understand freedom but it is only a figurative for misguided independence.
It's real, isn't it? The story of kartaharja on the earth of God. Knit the war to just survive and then save lives. Then a king said justice. How can chastity be mixed?
Between Mecca, Medina, Turkey, Europe, America and the Equator on the other side. The king also died. One speech was left behind not until it was implied by his honest tongue. Others laughed and cried as if they understood suffering. Don't blame God Who is.
Do you know who the king of a country is? We, the children who are standing dashing and graceful. They are your kings, not slaves to liars. Which comfortably preen his face. His king was oppressed, begging for sympathy and love.
The union should have a symphony. Let bullets and swords no longer be chains of hatred. The descendants of the Moon Family and Abraham my first love without an arranged marriage, you drive me crazy and have to kill yourself.
But Dee, he is the king of the land. Dee, Tan, Rey, is still a boy who should be protected like an elderly parent. Me and the darkness of my life, Alison. My sons Tan and Rey are kings to protect. Two boys like them are reincarnations in a dream ritual plot that I submit for Dee to plead for her.
This blackish inscription of my heart is one of the conditions, for Tan and Dee to return home safely and understand ... how to end human hatred in real life that will be exactly like this dream plot.
Me and everyone in the room, I don't really understand what Miss Alison's writing means. All I realized was one, that writing was a key condition God granted my dream ritual and Tan. The key is out of my control. Different from the key that holds to Tan's final conformity of life.
"What is Dr. Alison before her suicide on Izmir hill?"
"Em, I think so, sir," Brother Martin helped me answer.
"Why is the letter so strange. We understand the part where Dr. Alison expressed the reason for her vexation with the world, but for the last part .. can it be called reasonable? Aren't the men Tan and Miss Dee now adults? Why in the letter did he say that Tan, Miss Dee, and the other son were children the same age as the boys who came to this room? Was this letter really made when Miss Alison wanted to end her life while being chased by the police? 2007 Years? It was a long time ago with the state of the letter that still looks fresh without blisters. And why is it that little girl named Sarah that you make as a reader?"
"That's ...
"You're not making up, are you?"
"Dee, what do I have to answer?"
"Just calm down, brother. I'm gonna change the way the mind doesn't fit this story."
"You mean?"
"Get the speakers on them again, brother."
"Good."
"Sir, it's me, Dee. Let me return to give you the last information."
"Good please."
"The children present are the kings I refer to. They are the ones you must guard against historical manipulation. Let us not put a chain of hatred on them. We were once little kings like them. But time and life experiences make us have our own boxes. We have to stop this from continuing."
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Tan …
Ten minutes after everything told me about embracing the world. The writing is the most beautiful series of peace ever unraveled. It comes from my mother's dark heart. All that sincere effort at least slightly erases the hatred of the people towards me.
"The boys are like a full moon illuminating the darkness of your restless nebula,” said the policeman who escorted me out of prison to the outer court. People have changed the direction of their hearts and are now warmer. I don't understand what's going on. Dee has her own plot setting. After all, this dream ritual, is not the main problem we will face. Except for the things that are waiting outside of this story.
Some time after the typhoon of hatred was subdued …
The thing I didn't tell you about was my memory of Dee's decision to meet me and leave the broadcasting room. I was struggling to get out of the bars immediately. Martinus told me long after the supporting problems in the dream were over. Uncle Syam asked his sister to take Dee to my place.
And the reproduction of that feeling reoccurs …
When I got kicked out of prison, that half gaze happened. After everything feels a little off. Two people glanced at each other outside the police station. And again, the form of emotion roars a curiosity of prejudice that is not. I could not prevent the plot of the dream story that Dee made, so I could not fight against fate to be surprised by the presence of his face, which was standing in wait for me outside. He is very quick to make decisions.
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Dee ...
“Dee?” call Tan who is still standing frozen. “You came to pick me up? You're more alert than fire.”
But what I was looking for was the opposite. I dodged upside down after being caught sighting Tan outside the police station.
“Dee, are you disappointed? You've done it right.”
And I flinched, "Tan, you'll be leaving this dreamland soon, right?”
Tan continued to chase until he got outside the others.
“Do not disappear. Never,” Tan forced me to look at her. “All this is not as easy as you imagine. It may be a dream, but do you know the great inner wounds I have been carrying and carrying everywhere since we met? Sorry, too, I'm late to realize that you're working with my mom to find the key to the matter later on outside."
“But, you'll go.”
“No,” reply Tan quickly.
“At any time you can disappear. You want to be in this moment forever? You also have a sheet of life that you have to finish. We are also only the incarnation of a ten-year-old boy at this time. We're not at the real age,” I lied to feelings.
“Then what? Don't discuss this.”
“You always tell me not to worry, but still that worry creeps into my mind every time, every second, and I'm really scared of it. You gave me peace all along. It's strange if you have to disappear and no longer go hand in hand with me.”
“Can't you stop thinking about that?” snapping Tan a little hard. “We finished the unfinished story. No need to worry about the future. I like my current situation. I'm happy to fight with you, Dee.”
“Yes, but .. You have reclaimed your freedom. What else?”
“That moral debt ..”
“Forget it. About that, I can ..”
“Something? What?”
Tan just smiled, “I know how lonely you are. I'm the same as you, so I can easily understand it.”
“You've always been a wise ass. I think I just need to reveal one secret to you. Maybe with that, your moral debt to me .. can pay off.”
“Not necessary. You don't have to worry about me. Didn't I say that in the underground city? Don't worry about me. Just let me worry about you until it's gone. You ... I'm sure I can dispel the doubts in you, Dee. That way, you can see the future without being overshadowed by the darkness of your past again. I'll help you a little more.”
“One more,” Tan said. “Do not want to get lost in this life again. Come on, we talked about this in the cabin, if you can't get out, it's because you don't believe you can do it. You have to find what is your greatest desire in life. No more fear because of the cruelty of your father and mother, it is the past that seems to live in your present state.”
And Tan takes the heart of a girl whose loneliness grows blaring in her smile. A girl like me, who is the reincarnation of a ten-year-old boy like Sarah.
“Then, how did you know about that?”
“What?” I was holding back an anxiety that felt so strange. Tan's question was convincing.
Tan put aside the gaze, “DR.ALISON.”
“You ..”
“A historian who killed himself after killing his two sons. How could they call that a murder?” Tan instantly transformed into a piece of evil spirit.
“Why ... did you suddenly discuss that?”
“Where do you know that problem?”
“It ... everyone in Turkey knows too,” I said while withstanding my own pressure.
“I'm that guy.”
“Oh?”
“One of the two sons ... is the one who has been fighting with you all this time.”
“Tan, I don't ..”
“Well, you don't know. I think ...”
“How could it be you? I met you in that crowd and the one who died in that well was a boy, while you were ..”
Tan raised his face more firmly, taking out his puzzled send, "I don't understand either! Stop pretending you don't know after all your confessions in the courtroom."
“Tan.”
“I don't think that's your secret that you often say.”
“Of course not. I'll tell you when this story is over. We did change after another ten years. But I really didn't realize what Dr. was killing. Alison is you, her own son."
“That's the problem. My mother asked me to help you and pushed me up the hill. He hoped that I could change the course of life after living this dream ritual with you."
I was choked by a split second, “So, because of your mother's request then you can immediately want to do good to me from the beginning?"
"Even though my mother didn't ask, you deserve to be treated well and fought for. You're a girl, um. I mean a good little girl. I can't believe you grew up this beautiful at this age that I see in my eyes. And if I look at the time of often taking water in the well, you look cold and mediocre. Not interesting at all to be friends. Besides, you always accompany my thoughts with the vocabulary of ‘tori’. Are all these dreams you made without any plot mix from my mother's plea?"
“I don't understand the direction of this conversation. You are Tan. Not dead. You're in front of me now. There's no way that kid is you. Anyway ...” I got stung by something else. “I only know for sure about the other son. The other one, I didn't get enough information from the police. Then ..”
“Already, no need to continue. All I'm worried about now is that secret. Thank goodness it's not your secret. So this story can still be solved. And again, how could my brother be killed after trying to save me,” Tan continued.
“That happened? Huf," I'm turning Tan's mind to immigrate. “His death was realized due to extreme weather and blood that kept flowing from the hole in the back of his head.”
“Lu-hole?”
“At least that's what the police concluded. The fact is that. Plus .... His eyes that remain open are like expecting something to come out from inside that well.”
The layers of the sky seem to wrap around the background of all the ozone …
“Is that why Rey stopped by occasionally in this story hose? Dead?” tan muttered all I could hear.
“Tan, sorry for having to say all this.”
“I need to apologize. Maybe God made all of that an elegant start. And without that death, maybe I can't meet you. Besides, you have to trust me.”
“Yes, I understand. Maybe it doesn't make sense to hear about you being that kid. But, I will still promise to uncover that secret on the other end. I think that handwriting has something to do with this.”
“Yeah, maybe. Everybody has that. It's just spread out in a different series. Then blend and blend.”
“You know?”
“Only my guess.”
“Your speculation is ridiculous.”
“And means again .. Dee?"
“Oh?”
“We are not going to Indonesia together, everything must be dotted at the airport and when you tell me the secret, I will disappear and return. So there's no time to go there together."
“You forgot? Our problems are actually outside of this dream ritual. So prepare your memories so that we meet in a good way in the real world. But ..."
"What?"
"I don't have to tell you that the journey is going on and I can accompany you. And you simply lead me to say that ‘password.
“If you want that to happen, I will never wake up. The next story is in a real rope that is not in this dream. Don't be selfish!”
“Then don't tell my brother and Uncle Sham that you'll wake up after my secret. Let them think we're about to spring into the realm of the Equator. That way, at least you can get to the end. And let them remain a valuable side character whose timeline cannot be exchanged. I just want to carry out my duties as a benevolent main aide. Although your speech that this dream is the most ridiculous thing, that ever creeps into the heart of my ear.”
I pushed myself deep into his heart. There is an invisible desire that blisters, “What this discussion still wants to continue? We'll know the bright spot later.”
“Yes, we're back to them now. Because there are still promises that have not been completed.”
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Tan ...
You know, Friend. If you're a woman, you might be jealous of all my treatment of Dee. If the character were you. Unfortunately no. Dee is a benevolent servant of God's creation who every second from now on, I will pray to be able to remember how happy is formed. Anyone expects it to be present in the reality of life that is wavering. There can be found tranquility in the simplicity of his words, which can be tasted the pleasure of sincerity in his voice, and can raise the spirit. Few people like him have bloomed and fallen faster than eras and civilizations. Although millions of years have passed.
The story of my dream at that moment is conceptually over. And I want to say it once again, that in the universe of God, only the human heart cannot be researched and researched. Before we get to the real problem and spend more on the quota mentality, I'd like to have a quick orange meal with John and Brown. Brown played his role well as Dee in this early part of the story. You guys wait here a minute.