LO-D
19. TWO-SIDED CONVERSATION

Tan …

“Beautiful things usually arise when the pain in nature that a human being in his life has found its end. Togetherness will be more sweet when the story of a bitterness of life is passed together,” said my mother in a night that is not silent.

After forcing people to warm up to each other …

Dee covered her face again with a veil. The former remains of the previous incognito intent. Just a natural middle eastern woman. Her twinkling craze adds beautifully to half her face. On top of the private vehicle belonging to Uncle Sham's friend, he dreams of being beautiful. I noticed everything that was going on around Dee's face.

“Tan."

That one human called out as the bodies side by side. Martinus was heartened to just surprise me. Dee painted a smile watching us grumble at each other. Martinus realized that I was watching Dee for quite a while.

“Time to think about your safety until you arrive at the equator,” said Uncle Syam. And that ended my joke with Martinus.

Uncle Sham this time is more free to get closer to the three creatures like us. Lives in the back of the car. He asked his sister to drive his private vehicle, who was also an ustadz in Pondok Sulaimaniyah. Who at that time opened the forum in the reading of Al-alaq's letter.

“Leave it uncle, Tan is really tired. When else can I joke like that?” bela Dee's.

“By the way, the ancient manuscripts and the book of prophecy turned out to be mere rumors. Would you be willing if both were burned by the Vatican guards, Tan? You don't want to take her home?” ask Dee. “Say it was your mother's essay?”

“Leave it,” I said flat. “From the book, I am more worried about the fate of our friends.”

"Well, but my father ..."

"Before your father is executed, we have to get out of this dream world, Dee."

"I know, we should've woken up after it was all over. But we are here."

"Is it possible because of my moral debt?"

"Tan, listen to me."

"Yes?"

"Close your eyes for a second slowly and look around you."

"Dee, everything's not moving."

"true."

"You want to forcefully stop the flow?"

"I could have done it. It's just ..."

"More if we continue. Maybe there's something God still wants to show in this dream plot."

"Hm, fine if you ask. Previously let me erase your memories for a moment."

"That's very valuable, Dee. What if I forget you when I wake up?"

"I'm not saying that erasing your memory holds true until you wake up."

"So, is it really temporary? Which part of the memory will you erase?"

"About your awareness that this is all a dream ritual from me and your mother."

"If that's all it doesn't matter. It'd be more interesting if I didn't know it at last."

"No, no."

"Oh?"

"That's not the problem. The problem is that I don't know what the end of God will be. We actually both realize that this should all end after the trial. And your freedom we have achieved. You managed to save me even though you weren't the only speaker at the time. Inwardly and in presence. You've already paid that moral debt to me for your mother."

"Yes, then? You're gonna erase my memory of this dream for a while?"

"Yes, you'll still remember me when we wake up. And we'll look for each other after ten years to be at the age of now."

"Yes already, do it. I'd like to meet real problems soon in the real world."

"alright. Tan, blink your eyes again but now longer. When I say open, open it."

"Like this, right?"

"Yes, now open."

And my memories of a third of this story's journey were completely without a foothold.

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“They have returned to their respective cities. Thank you to them, Tan,” Martinus said.

I smile.

In spirit, I ventured to look at Dee once more. But Dee turned her face towards the sky. The veil made it hard for me to observe the expression behind it. I don't know why he hasn't taken it off. His belief has not immigrated.

And one thing, Dee .. the brave girl who is soft-spirited, brushed aside all my turmoil when we were together. I loved her too much. Although dimensions and spacetime become the whip of separation later. Not problem. Which is a problem, my prestige is too high to reveal it. But I don't think we both need to discuss something that both our thoughts and feelings already understand. Even more active than life. Our strength at this time lies in silence.

“Tan, can I ask you something,” asked Dee seriously.

“You want to know why I want to investigate the figure of ‘Fuhrer Germany’?” my reply was no less serious.

Dee softens, “Not, it's about Islam.”

“Of course! Ask using your heart.”

“I want to be completely sure for ‘moved bow’.”

“I understand. Just go straight.”

Uncle Syam seems to put ears. This time it was easier because he was no longer driving.

“Why do you say that God is for all humans? Isn't religion fundamentally different and compartmentalizing humans?”

I was prophesied to think, “You remember Sarah?”

“Hem.”

“In the land of Sarah's birth, Palestine, Muslims and Christians united against the Zionist occupation. The root reason is of course because of limitations and conditions of fate that humans can understand each other. So from there came a new vocabulary called ‘persatuan’. Without it, perhaps history will forever be swallowed up by divisions. It also proves that badness is not obligatory to give birth to bad grades, my light” tries so to flow. “Such distress is what sometimes brings the consciousness of our soul to better appreciate the life that God has given us as the best teacher, namely in the form of experience.”

Others are starting to get interested.

“Just like us who surround each other, struggling because of one understanding and finally culminating in one point of the same trust,” Uncle Syam entered in the conversation.

“Then about the end-time picture in the manuscript that Issac Newton investigated?” ask Martinus who inexplicably talked about it again.

“I don't know about something that humans don't have to know,” I said. “The world is still at war. But the present war is not an armed war and shows strength as it once did. This was the ice war. Cold war. Especially by those who clandestinely push for power. There is a belief that may be a target to be destroyed. Some of those humans were preparing a tug-of-war to provoke a counterattack. And when the bait is eaten, then the third world war may not be impossible to happen. Fortunately, God has arranged everything in such a way. So, we don't need worries.”

“You mean ‘human-human’ who is it?” ask Uncle Sham.

“It ... you guys just ponder it yourself. I'm worried about insinuating to cause controversy. I want to go back inside the previous inn. If I say ... it's the same I ate my own words about that heartless rumor. Here the most important ..”

“There is no controversy as to the future of mankind," refuted Uncle Sham.

“Sham Park is right!” Martinus. "Just like the weapons of destruction that the Astrophysicists concocted based on my father's direction. The thing that concerns the safety of the world, there is no need to put it into the realm of controversy."

“There is something that has become quite peculiar recently,” cut Dee.

"What?” tanyaku showed a curious look. "But don't yell about it.”

“I once accidentally read a source of confidential information, about a request from a Jewish doctor living in Paris.”

“What are you talking about that kind of thing for?” I protest a little.

“Listen first, you protestant. Is protesting that your talent from birth?” press Dee. “You are indeed talented to drop the mood of others with your sentences."

“What's it?”

“He sent a letter to the British Ambassador to ask some European countries like ... ah, I forgot. The point contains the conquest of El-Hasa to build a private state. And to my knowledge, their group is intelligent humans who are now ruling the global.”

“That information ... where did you search?” my many.

“Tan, my sister has a greater gedor power than journalists!” martinus blazes.

“ That's not a problem,” umpatku.

“This has to do with God's handwriting, Tan."

“Then proceed.”

“My sister is a good searcher, right? While in the broadcasting room, he even knew the cause of the death of three people in Izmir Province ten years ago. Which I myself did not expect that the historian suffered more than a Socrates.”

You can guess how my mind was when the matter was re-invigorated. But Dee realized it was faster than the chameleon's color change. And continued before I was getting consumed with Martin's thinking.

“That information was published by the British library,”.

“Dr M L Rothstein wrote the letter. He said that if the Bahrain-based forces were to number so, a quick attack would be made to conquer El Hassa."

"Isn't that the territory in the Persian Gulf controlled by Turkey?” seronoh Martinus added.

“Maybe it's just a threat,” Uncle Syam in. “Most humans are subjugated by circumstances and choose to follow them. Though they could have opposed it and created meaningful change.”

For a moment they looked at all that …

“Dee, do you remember some copies of my mother's writing?” my many.

“Iya.”

"Your mother?" Martin was surprised.

"It's nothing, Martinus," I replied. "1696, was the year that Sir Issac Newton retired as head of the institute. Newton accidentally left a manuscript on a pile of paper on his desk. Manuscripts that have millions of letters and mostly discuss theology that if my mother said, good would not be indescribable to human understanding. And that is what he believes contains a picture, about historical figures and images of future events.”

“Unfortunately, he died before breaking up the issue, right?” Uncle Sham looked at the subject's conclusion.

“Uncle knows?” my many.

And all thoughts formed a new metamorphosis in the previous tragic sequence, when all my reflections at the beginning of the story became anxious when our story began.

“One more, one of the most stifling history for women of 1945 in Germany. War between Soviet and German. At that time, Germany, led by Hitler himself involved about three million troops plus thousands of tanks to fight the Soviets. Named blitzkrieg tactics that had smoothed the sweep of Soviet troops by the Germans. But people from all walks of life are trying to join the Red Army to defend the Soviets, ” Dee added.

“Then?” I was knocked to something that my mother once insinuated and seemed to radiate in Dee's knowledge.

“Invigilance and famine and disease outbreaks brought Germany down by the Soviets. If not mistaken in the same year, the Soviets managed to reach Berlin. And you guys can guess what happened after?”

“The most inhumane action."

“You know? It was called ... pseudo independence return.”

“That’s right brother! And 1945 .. was the time of the early independence of the land of your mother's birth, right? My mother is also from Indonesia ..., so I know.”

“Actually the tragedy can be said to be the most cruel history, especially for women after Germany was conquered by the Soviets. It was a momentary dilemma that led to the victory of a communist group in 1945. I'm a woman, if not for Tan's sake, I really don't want to imagine any of that. I want Tan to understand this when it gets to the equator.”

“But I already know that story,” Martinus explained.

“Really? However, there is no need to blame by using a diatribe expression. The country that now differs from the previous one. If the colonial period first, yes. All means are used to control other countries. I don't know whose name is on the other. There is no need to hate their past if we want to open the future. Didn't I teach you that when I stopped by the cottage? I said a little tartly which leads to Dee.

“What did you guys discuss while outside the cottage?” ask Uncle Sham.

“Things are very emotional and very unattractive, Uncle,” Dee said.

“Ih,” I was a little annoyed while circulating my side of the eye on Dee.

“And about Hitler .. 20 November 2013 ago, researchers from the National Archaeological Center, informed the discovery of the wreck of the Nazi German submarine,” Dee said again. “Inventor local karimun Java who found it.”

“Why Hitler again?” I'm a little uncomfortable.

“You're going to Indonesia, right?”

“Sorry, but I'm not interested in the mystery thing so,” seaut Martinus cut the connection of the conversation me and Dee.

And shrivel towards something more open …

“History is also created from human life choices that eventually merge into one form. Again, life is a choice,” Dee streams the discussion on an estuary.

“You are wrong, not his life, but his human way of life, because like time, life belongs to those who feel life itself. And time is the friend of life, because when time stops, then life will end automatically,” I concluded. “Don't I have offended this when we met in Aya Sofia?”

Yes, my memory of the part when I met Dee in Aya Sofia, was erased by her. Outside of this story, Brown who plays Dee says if you enter the narrative, it will be boring and damage the tempo. And I saw, Dee pouted while putting on a face as if recalling the memory I was referring to.

“Then, what do you think is the reason he massacred those people and the negative side of this Nazi ‘fuhrer’?” Martin tried critically.

“Persis myself. Hitler might as well. He might just be the object of that heartless rumor. The only difference is in the figure,” I replied and somehow suddenly gave space again everything.

“We can't label someone as a villain just from what he's done. But that point of view does not only exist in the world of fiction, because life is a world of fiction and real dreams,” I connect.

“Anywhere in this space hemisphere, can not be separated from the name of love and hatred. The past war is also inseparable from its own love for their respective countries, so it seems as if it mutates into hatred that affects others. They hate because of their love, their nationalism. Well, maybe its implementation is sometimes excessive,” Dee criticizes me.

“Two sides!” uncle Sham responded to Dee. “East and west. North and south. Heaven and hell. Angels and demons. Good and evil. Everything is indeed an abstract object that God deliberately created, so that this world not only has a beginning but also needs an end. And we as human beings might as well be that real abstract thing. What He has created in the best possible form, must optimize the sense to read it all. All are handwritten by God!” obviously Uncle Sham.

“Uncle?”

“Ya?”

“Repeat once again ..”

“Write God's hand,” replied Uncle Syam flat.

“Dee?” i'm semringah.

Dee turned her head, “What?”

(Ibook: “And the arrow is able to penetrate the skin and heart, then the words can penetrate the deepest heart of man.”)

“That's the answer!” centarku. “Write the hand of God my mother meant. The answer is two sides of life. A miracle that most people don't believe in, that's where it is.”

“Where?” ask Dee.

“Where and .. everything. Everything is his writing. Well, God is the best writer,” I said amazed myself. Maybe you're not surprised you don't understand. Even they are all so.

“What is it? Isn't the answer going to end at the end? I haven't even said ‘password’nya to understand all that,” Dee response with related things.

I gasp, “The miracle is life itself.”

“Say your mother is not a good person? Why did he conclude so?” ask Dee again.”

“Oh? When's? I never said that" I defended myself.

“You've eaten your own words,” Dee hit. “You should apologize to your mother after having already rumored nothing about her.”

“Why am I the victim of your thoughts? Look, the dream I live is also another life that is also part of the miracle of God,” added I was not satisfied. “Life is a miracle in itself and vice versa. We live in a miracle of God that we never realized. Because in life all the thoughts of God apply and we play, with all kinds of points of view that also come from God. In fact, everything can happen just like a dream, there is life in life. And amazingly, there have been events that haven't even happened yet.”

“Genesis that has happened in the future? End of the world?” knot Uncle Sham.

“Hem. Even war, conflict, love, sincerity, hatred, all of them, are a branching form of the miracle itself. Because life is a miracle! Didn't we? Well ... if you don't agree it's okay.”

Others just look.

Dee picked himself up early, “Means ...the mind and heart God gave us are two of the most advanced tools in the universe so that man can read, see, hear, and be heard, it even creates a new miracle within the miracle itself. Including rumors, prejudice, love, hate, good and even evil. Intellect forms that new wonder while the heart holds all the magic to permeate it. Unfortunately, we never realize that we have created miracles every day. Thinking is also a miracle that hatches from the mind.”

“Oh? What yes?” Martinus is still pondering. “Einstein once said, ‘evil is just the vocabulary that man creates when there is no God in his heart'. The crime does not actually exist. Sometimes people just misread God's miracle. Why enter into the realm of miracles?”

I smiled again at Martinus.

“Huf, I think there's a misunderstanding about this story I'm living. I'm late to realize, Dee. I think, we need to be grateful for whatever we live.”

“Thankful for whatever it is, it sounds good. I'll remember,” Dee said. "By the way, once you can conclude, it's usually just being pretentious without any important context."

I was upset and Dee smiled happily because she could also get back.

“That's because your IQ is too hunchback!”

“Iih!” Dee held her his hisses with the strength of her lips.

I replied and Dee scooped up the statement to her heart. Dee brought feelings this time. I wish I could be late for the airport to the Equator and wake up. So Dee, there is no need to watch her father die from execution in this dream. We have to wake up and find a better end in the real world.