LO-D
A GOOD PIECE OF LIES

Tan …

Behind an empty room.

I recorded a mistake that started to hurt …

“Do you not know how stupid that loser is?” the voice of a woman behind the wall, seemed to cheerfully tell some of her friends. They are young nuns.

While the other wall absorbed the echo. Making my consciousness seem to anticipate Dee's words that were reversed with her previous attitude. Makes me hear his hypocrisy. I was choked by the steam of lies.

Instantly his eyes became unfazed. How great was that woman's play to make me believe?  I don't know what Dee is. If it wasn't for my mother's request that I didn't understand why, I would never have dealt with her. Especially protecting him who was out of nothing.

That's a pretty painful initial thought, at the beginning of the problem created by the dream ritual that Dee did. After being plunged into the well, I immediately switched to airing towards an empty room. I'm replacing the mother's role in Mr. Abraham's slander.

If it was me I should be given a way to restore everything in the real world, then I would save the status of that girl in the world of her creation. For some reason he chose me as his partner to solve real-world problems through a stupid dream at that time.

Mr. Abraham's decision is still pending. And for a while, I was confined to an empty room while waiting for the next series of consequences. No longer in the Church where Mr. Abraham is. Maybe Dee's house. It was not far from the previous church. Me and Dee, like there are fish in the sky.

The earth and sky change homes. Changing points never meet. They can only look at each other from top to bottom and vice versa. It might sound silly. All those high-level expectations turned out to be fake.

Mirage. Dee's probably bragging. Likely, my assumptions about Dee have been lupus. Although there may still be a drop of trust. Persepsiku into ‘replika’ super real tragedy.

In me, a slanted smile was created. With that smile, I've been exactly Gold. D. Roger, the anime character who died due to unfair execution. But it was a smile of disappointment.

“I was blown away by your tears. Had also been stunned for a very long time in the moments of the play that you thought was common to me. And I was finally fooled. Sorry, but I have to go back,” I told her last time before helping mom escape.

This one I gave up. I can't tell you what his voice is when he's lying and his voice is honest.

“Try to imagine himself with his strange face. He said it came from outside his consciousness. He said it's a dream world!” dee said getting wildly telling stories.

“Haha,” laughter from his friends.

“Basic stupid man! Really stupid!”

“The man believes that the lady has fallen in love with him, haha,” the laughter of an old nun is getting louder.

“I was amused to see the expression on his face when he said, “Dee, you shouldn't be like this.”

I blackened. Droopy. As if not believing that the insult was purely derived from Dee's aura. Air pressure feels new. The first time there was such a blasphemy soldier. And I brushed it off with one deep disappointment.

Do I believe in a quantum love? Love that roars so fast and makes no sense. It made me suspicious from the beginning.

I just seem to want to cry all over. Then my tears flowed into the heart chamber. So unable to feel myself grieving, stricken by an unfinished inner conflict.

Even plus the needle of another problem. Maybe I should get physiotherapy. And I thought, God is a little cruel to me because He loves me. The previous little story may not have been what Dee had been like.

“I have to go outside. Why should I sacrifice for him, my inner” while holding the forehead of the head down, showing a regret.

It's not that easy to judge people's points of view. Dee, she must be more depressed. Whatever he wants to say, I won't believe it until he scolds me himself.

In this section Dee like to say that, “Hati is an object that can not be detected only from words. Words do not reflect taste.”

They put the feeling particles with their super-active right brain intermediaries. This is because the brain volume of women is greater than that of men. Dee is a figure of their kind.

Represent the facts about it all. That Dee might be playing with her double personality. I don't know which side to trust.

I'll continue. Someone came to me. Open the door and enter and give me a book. Maybe you think it's a book about the Moon Family or a manuscript my mother stole. No, it's just an ordinary book.

Like a precious daily memory recorder. But that is not what is given but a letter behind the cover. The man said that Dee asked him to give me the letter. I then responded half surprised.

“I don't know what kind of trap you've created for my sister,” the man said as he turned around to go outside.

“Wait,” I said slowly. “Your sister? You are this ..”

“You should have followed up on what was revealed to you first,” said the man still stood up and seemed to refrain from haste to leave me.

“What kind of trap do you mean?” I started to get around.

“Entahlah. But once my sister decides to sacrifice for someone, she will never stop. He was indeed full of flaws .. but never once did he take the easy path. He always tries with his own strength.”

“On the other hand,” said the man again. “My sister is a woman who always follows the direction of her own freedom. As her sister I definitely support that. Maybe for mom and dad, my sister is a failed product. But not in my eyes. I feel inferior."

He paused and said again, "Among our brothers who have died, Dee is the only one who is created with a sense of humanity. He passed his empathic capacity on to me. More agile than endemic virus.”

“But, mean all this?”

“We will meet again. You want to help Dee find her freedom, right?”

“Eh, yes,” I tried to answer as reasonably as possible.

“I'll wait for that day. I need your help. Save my sister. I don't want him to forget how to be happy.”

And that senseless chat was over. I still don't get it. Planning the story that Dee presented in the artificial dream, he described by completely cornering all aspects of reason instantly with just one flick.

There is an empty space that can always be filled by the spices of the plot. But of course it's not that easy to do. I'll continue later. Dee, I'm grateful for the good lies he created at the beginning of this story.

“Wait,” call me. “Give this to him. Maybe this can help later in the day.”

“You're this ..”

“That is the writing that I want Dee to keep as a unifying tool in the moments that are needed,” I said cutting.

“Iya, okay. I'll give it to him. Nothing more you want to say?”

“I understand.”

“What?”

“I understand about how lonely he faces. Because I was,” I said with a smile and a thumbs up at the man.

And that guy left without giving me a warm code to save me.